If she doesn’t wake up I can put her in the hole with that dumb fucker I suppose. Though he isn’t worthy of sharing a grave with her and she deserves better than that. However, it’s all I can give her if need be.
I check her breathing once more before pulling a blanket over her cold and naked form. Her wet hair soaks the pillow, so I go back into the bathroom and get a towel to lay under her head.
Once I’ve laid the towel under her head I go back in the kitchen to put the frozen burritos on a plate and cook them in the microwave.
The timer goes off and I grab the plate and stalk back toward the bedroom to check on Shelly.
Sinking down onto the bed next to her, I pick one of the burritos up off the plate and wave it under her nose hoping the smell will rouse her.
Nothing happens though.
I bite into the tortilla and the meat in the center is cold.
Fucking nasty shit.
I’ve been spoiled by MaryAnn’s cooking at the clubhouse for far too long.
Bet she’s serving up something good tonight too.
My stomach growls and I eat around the edges.
Shelly seems to be sleeping peacefully.
I take the paper plate to the trash and pull out my cell phone to look up about concussions.
I read through the tidbits and return to my sleeping beauty.
Her pulse is strong and when I check her eyes they seem normal.
I wonder if I parted her thighs and got a taste of her sweet pussy if that would wake her. The temptation to try is almost more than I can bare. I told her I wouldn’t fuck her until she asked and I won’t. I always keep my word. Well I did until her. She should be dead, but she isn’t because I spared her. I saved her even if in her eyes I stole her life. The world would be dimmer without her in it.
Exhaustion takes its toll on me, so I lay next to her and allow sleep to claim me.
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When I come to the next morning she is still asleep but has moved to snuggle into my side. I take it as a good sign. I leave her to rest and go about getting the old couch in the living room set outside and prepare for the furniture store to deliver the rest of the new furnishings I had the dead grunt purchase. I don’t want these bastards in the trailer and waking up Shelly, so I order them to unload in the driveway.
After getting everything inside and set up where I want it, I go back to check on her. She’s still asleep and genuine concern for her rises within me.
Snapping my fingers, I attempt to wake her. Nothing happens.
I try clapping my hands together and playing alarms tones on my cell phone.
Nada.
Running my hand over my head I’m getting pissed off.
I gently shake her shoulder. “Time to wake up, sugar tits.”
Silence.
Fuck.
I rear my hand back, open palmed and smack her.
Her head lolls to the side.
Goddamnit.