Page 21 of Chaos
I quietly creep around the other side of the house, avoiding Midas’s window. The last thing I need is him accidentally catching me. That wouldn’t end well. I would have no problem killing him if I had to, but I don’t want to draw any attention to myself until the time is right.
I walk down the street and turn left onto the main road. Walking for a couple more minutes until I reach my car parked at the back of the communal parking lot, knowing it would be harder to see in the dark with no lights back there.
I turn the ignition on and drive.
Zeus
It has been three days since Serena’s attack, and I am no closer to figuring out who did it. Every second that I have been at home has been spent at my computer. Hours of rewatching the footage, hoping and praying to find anything that could give me a hint of who this was.
I have stared at this man for so long, but still unable to determine who he is. He is completely covered, head to toe, wearing a mask that barely shows more than his eyes. No tattoos or piercings are visible. The guy is good. No one would be able to tell who he is.
Fucker.
Midas still has his theories about Dante, and as much as it would make sense, it doesn’t at the same time. Dante has done some horrible shit over the years, but he has never used an innocent in his schemes before. I highly doubt he would start now with Serena.
I saw him at the party on Halloween. I knew he was going to be there, mainly for some business he and I had, but it was also to see her. After he and I spoke, I watched as he tracked Serena down. I thought watching them kiss would kill me, but it didn’t. We may not be friends anymore, but I hate to see him the way he is now.
I have debated more than once whether I should send the footage to him, knowing he has better people than I who could figure it out. In the end, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to invade Serena’s privacy more than I already have. If she wants to tell him, that is up to her. I won’t be the one to tell her secrets.
It's starting to get late, but the need to figure out who this fucker is, is making sleep hard. I haven’t slept much over the last few days. Between school, spending time at Serena’s after school, and then trying to track this guy down, sleep has been the last thing on my mind.
Frustrated that I am no closer to finding any clue about this guy than I was before, I closed the footage and picked my phone up. My new nightly routine is to watch that video until I am sick to my stomach before giving up and turning on the cameras in Serena’s room.
She hasn’t spent a night in her bed since the attack, but being able to check on her eases the anxiety in me. Even knowing she won’t be there, I opened the camera app and stared in shock at my phone.
Serena is in her room for the first time since the attack. She walks over to the window. There is a look of longing in her eyes as she looks into Midas’s room, but I still see the fear in her eyes. That’s the window that the fucker came in through, and that is something that is going to haunt her for a long time. She eventually closes the curtains and walks to her bed. She strips out of her clothes from the day, a pair of black sweatpants and an oversized white T-shirt.
I watched as she undressed, fascinated by her body. Not in a creepy way. I don’t want to skin her and wear her as a body suit. Just in the normal, healthy way that any man is fascinated by the girl of his dreams. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as her.
She crawls under her blanket before taking out her phone, and scrolls for a second before selecting something. I can’t see what she is watching, but her hands glide down under the blanket and between her thighs.
She tips her head back as she lets out a soft moan.Holy fuck. She is touching herself.My cock swiftly turning to granite in my jeans. I grip my erection through the material, wanting to alleviate the growing pressure. But only one thing will do that as I watch Serena.
Giving up on trying to be a gentleman -not that I have ever been one a day in my life- I undo the button and pull the zipper down. Shimmying my jeans down to my calves and pulling my length out of my black boxers.
I grip my shaft tightly, slow strokes as I watch Serena fingering her aching pussy. She slowly starts swirling her fingertips against her clit, causing her to moan out. Her eyes have never left her phone screen, making me wish I knew what she was watching. If my girl liked porn, I wanted to know what she was into so I could fulfil every single one of her desires.
Serena dips her fingers, lowering, slowly inserting them into herself. I watch with rapt attention as they move in and out. It’s the most captivating thing I have ever seen. Her fingers started moving faster, forcing me to match her pace. The need to release when she does, to feel her pleasure, is overwhelming.
Serena drops her phone down on the bed beside her, and her hand moves to her nipple. She pinches it lightly, making her back arch at the feeling.
Fuck, siren. I wish I were there to make you feel that way.
I can feel the familiar tingle at the base of my balls, knowing I am close, but I hold off. Too captivated by the beauty on my screen. Craving to see her finish before I find my pleasure.
She moans loudly one last time as her orgasm takes over her body. Her back arched off the bed. She looks exquisite. She rides out the wave of pleasure until she is spent. With the sight of her release, mine explodes from me. Ropes of white land on my shirt. I keep pumping until we are both spent.
Serena pulls her blanket off her naked body and walks into her bathroom. When she is out of sight, I take the time to clean myself up. At least it all landed on my shirt. I rip it off my head and toss it into the laundry hamper in the corner of my room.
Ten minutes later, she walks back into her room with a towel wrapped around her body. My eyes focus on her movements. Watching as she dries her body and brushes her hair before dressing in another pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Gingerly, she climbs into bed.
I set my phone down on the desk next to my keyboard, wanting to watch as Serena falls asleep. I need to know that she is safe. It doesn’t take longer for her breaths to even out and her body to go limp with slumber. I stare at the screen, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. A smile on my lips.
I turn back to my computer screen, deciding to keep attempting to find any clue as to who the fucker is that broke into her room and attacked her that night.
Just to cover all bases, I looked into what Dante was doing that night. He wasn’t seen for a good chunk of the night, while he crashed our party, but he was seen driving through Richmond when Serena was attacked. Midas still thinks it’s him behind it, and it makes sense to a degree. But unless he hired someone to do the dirty work for him, it can’t be him. He cares about her. There is no way that this could be him.
Movement catches my attention from the corner of my eye on my phone screen. Serena’s window opens. I immediately grab a gun I store in my desk drawer, ready to run to her house and kill the man, until I see who it is.
