Deviant(85)

Downing my beer, I walked down to the basement and into my cinema room. I never used this place as much as I should but, tonight, all I wanted to do was watch a Bruce Lee film. Before setting it all up, I sat down with another beer and sent all the info about Tyler to Jimmy. Once all was done, I tried to get lost in the movie. It was no use, though. Normally, Bruce Lee did the trick, but not tonight. Tonight, all I could see was Tyler’s body moving up and down on my cock as she moaned my name. She was everywhere in my head and I fucking hated it.



*****



I was in Tyler’s bedroom and could see Lotus. He was hovering over her with a knife and she was screaming at me to help her.

“Dean! Dean, please help. Please make him stop!” she cried as she bore her eyes into mine.

In a blind panic, I roared and rushed to tackle Lotus to the ground. I wanted to kill him for daring to touch her. I wanted him dead for even thinking it was okay to hurt her. But something was blocking my path. It was like I had an invisible glass in front of me, blocking me from saving her. I banged and kicked with all my might, but it didn’t break or give way. It was stronger than me and I felt weak.

I could see the fear in Tyler’s eyes, and the feeling of helplessness surrounded me. I wanted to help her. I wanted to save her from the demon.

Lotus—myself—turned to me as I stood there, giving me an evil smirk. He was goading me, knowing there was nothing I could do to stop him.

With a turn of his head, he went back to Tyler and raised the knife in the air. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, and I felt myself beginning to lose it, thinking I would never see Tyler again.

As the knife came down, Tyler looked at me one last time before screaming my name, “Dean!”



“Dean!”

I woke with a start, sweat dripping down my face as I scrambled to gain control. For a fleeting moment, I didn’t know where the fuck I was and the panic rose like never before. I felt a tug on my shoulder and was about to turn and swing…until I saw it was Humphrey.

“Fucking hell, Dean. You look like shit. What the hell is wrong with you? I was calling your name, and all you were doing was shouting something I couldn’t understand.”

Knowing it was all a bad dream, I felt my breathing calm a little. I could still see her pleading eyes, and I could still hear her screams for me to save her. Just as I had told her, the demon always won. Tyler would never listen to me, even when we were young.

“I’m fine. What do you want?” I asked, knowing I was snapping.

“The cops are here, Dean. They’re waiting for you upstairs.”

Rubbing my face in my hands, I sighed and looked at my watch. Fuck. It was ten-thirty? I had almost slept for ten hours?

“Okay. I’ll come right up.”

“Don’t you want a shower first? I can hold those fuckers up, if you’d like. It would be my pleasure.”

I looked at Humphrey’s smiling face, knowing just how much he loathed the cops. A while back, he did a stretch for an auto theft ring he had set up. It was very successful for a while, then he got too complacent with it and started making mistakes. Of course, the police were tailing him for a while, but Humphrey never knew anything about it. Then, one night, they raided his garage, confiscated the cars, and arrested him.

“No, it’s okay. Let’s get this over with. We knew they were bound to come at some point.” I raised my eyebrow at him. I think he knew what I meant. I didn’t need to kill anyone around here to raise any suspicion. If any whiff of a gang-related incident happened around here, I was immediately suspect number one. I’d never been caught simply because I was always careful. My parents were good at what they did, but there were lessons learned and I learned along with them. One thing in my favour was that I took everything in like a sponge. That was why I’d learned so much in so little time. With the sudden death of my parents, I was really left with little choice.

I walked past Humphrey and took the stairs up to the lounge. I knew exactly where to go as Humphrey always knew where to take guests like this.

As I opened the door, the two police officers sitting on my three thousand pound sofa stood up. One of the officers looked to be in his late thirties, whilst the other looked like he had only just left the clutches of Hendon, a police training academy. He was barely a kid. A snot-nosed rookie who was, more than likely, brown-nosing all the higher ranking officers.

“Gentleman, what can I do you for?” I smiled sweetly at both of them, holding out my hand. The older cop smiled, shaking my hand, but I didn’t even try to offer it to the younger one. He had the look of “he’s guilty” before I even got in the room. I was, but everybody was innocent until proven otherwise.