Amelia
"Paul… is gay?" I mumbled, staring at my boyfriend, a man that has always preached against homosexuality, thrust into another man's ass, growling like a goddamn slut in rut.
I had known Paul or should I say priest Paul for four years now and had been together with him for two. He is always on about how homosexuality is a sin, how we should wait till our wedding night and all—yet here he is, growling like a pig while thrusting his shaft into another man– his fellow priest, unaware of my presence.
Sincerely, I'm more disappointed than hurt, maybe because I never really loved him. I only agreed to date him because of mother Agnes—my foster mother.
"Ah, damnit…fuck! yes, I love this… right there daddy." I almost scowled but damn, look at that stroke. This, for real, deserves an award as the best gay porn I have ever watched. It's the first though but who's counting.
"Fuck yeah, baby…good boy." Paul grunted. "Take my big boy… yeah."
I glanced around for a nearby seat, this is so much to take in while standing.
The shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment as their heads wiped towards me. Paul's eyes stretched wide in panic. He scrambled away from the man's ass, grabbing at the blanket and yanking it over himself like that could somehow erase what I had just saw.
"A-Amelia" he stammered, his voice cracking."W-what are you doing here?"
"Shhh" I pout, "go on" I waved at them—signaling to continue. I picked up the call without checking the caller's name. "Hello! Not a good day to you. I'm at priest Paul's house whoever you may be, please let me call you back" I ended the call, not waiting for a reply.
"H-how?"
"What am I doing here?" I sniggered, meeting his eyes. "That was the first thought that popped into your dry head? After I walk in on this?"
He shook his head, still clutching the blanket. "Amelia, I…"
"There!" I nod towards the door "that's how I'm in here. You should have made sure the door was looked before… you know, all this. Fathers. It was quite pathetic to watch two gay priests—one being my boyfriend—groan horribly, especially with no popcorn for me to crunch." I forced a smile on. "But I'm not one to come between lovers, I'm also sorry for bursting in unannounced, so you should continue. Keep it going zaddy, I mean b!tches. Don't stop" I spat, walking towards the door.
"Amelia, p-please wait!" Paul rushed to me, grabbing my hands. "Please, I swear it's not what you think"
"Did you just say it's not what I think? Really?" I scoffed, swatting his hand away. Ugh he had to touch me with those sour milkshakes.
"Amelia, listen I…"
"No you listen to me," I cut in. "I swallowed my emotions, accepting the fact that it is what it is and you have the guts to lie to my face? telling me it's not what I think? I've been here for more than the past five minutes idiot, it's exactly what I saw not think" I sneered.
"I-I, yes, I…it's…," he opened his mouth and closed it, his face crumbling as he looked at me with shame, guilt but mostly fear.
"Pathetic!" I hissed, "it's over between us, I don't want to see you around me ever again."
"A-Amelia," he stammered, stepping closer to me, "I-I know I hurt you but please d-don't tell anyone about this, not a soul" he whispered pleadingly
"What? You're scared of your reputation being ruined?" I raise my brow
"Amelia please, I will do whatever you want just don't tell a soul" he begged, grabbing my hands. Again
I shook my head. I'm disappointed in him as everything I thought I knew about him was nothing but a lie. "First thing? Get your hands off me. Your reputation is none of my business priest" I whispered, turning to walk out of the door.
"Ahhh!!" A scream escaped my lips, warm blood dripping down from my face. I turned around, swiping my hand over my face to clear the blood, my head aching badly to see his partner sneering at me, clutching a hammer—now stained with blood— tightly in his hands. Paul sighed, moving a step from us.
"Stupid bitch," his partner scoffed, "it was hard enough to share you with my man. Now you want to ruin our reputation?"
"Tsk! That pipe must be damn good for you to be going this far but please let me go, I promise I won't touch your shyla labooboo again. So drop that, be a girls girl" I chuckled, my hand plastered to the side of my head as more blood trailed down.
"Fucking hell! Who are you calling a girl bitch?" He frowned. My vision swerved, my head aching badly. I opened my mouth…
'Shut it girl! Don't say a word' my brain warns but still…
"Father's should not curse, it's bad" I pouted, "Father should stick to sucking dicks."
"Stupid bitch" he sneered angrily, "I'm going to end you. It was hard enough sharing you with my man, now you want to ruin us! See you in hell"
I closed my eyes tightly as he raised the hammer up to strike me. 'we're dead' my brain sighed. My stupid big mouth caused this. But he can't kill me right? If he does, i wish to get reincarnated with my memories in my next life, I would make sure to get my revenge on these stupid fools.
Suddenly, a white light flashed across my eyes, forcing my eyes open.
I looked up to see Paul and his partner froze mid movement. It was like they were frozen.
'I guess I'm special after all, even the grim reaper is scared to have me' My subconscious snorted
"Oh shoot" I frowned, if I'm special, why would I get stuck to the floor when I'm supposed to be escaping.
The faint beeping sound from the screen pulled me back to awareness. My eyes flickered to the glowing screen just in time to see words etching themselves across the brightness.
'Hello host. What do you want? To die … or to escape death?'