Not knowing is slowly driving me insane, and no matter how hard I stroke my cock, I can’t get back into it.
“Fuck.” Climbing out of bed, I fix my boxers and pull on the clothes I took off earlier. I pat the pocket to make sure her key card is still there as I leave the room and head across the dorm.
It’s almost three in the morning now, and the corridors are completely void of students and noise. The only sound disturbing the dorm silence is that of my footfalls.
When I get closer to her room at the end of the hall, I notice her blood-soiled mattress and bedding left in the corner. Frowning, I pull the key card out and swipe it through the slide above the knob. The lock disengages, and I push the door open quietly.
Her room isn’t dark, the light in the attached bathroom is on, and the door to it has been left open. My eyes fall on the empty bed. Since the mattress is gone, and the only thing left is the iron rails below. Scanning the rest of the small space, I quickly discover she isn’t here. I check the bathroom and find it empty as well.
Only when I exit the bathroom do I notice the small set of feet sticking out of the shadowed corner. I move closer until I’m at the head of the bed, and that’s when I see her. She’s huddled up behind the bed, her legs drawn up to her chest, with her head resting against the back of the headboard.
Her eyes are closed, but her face still seems pinched, as if she is having a bad dream, or maybe she is just cold since the only thing she has to cover up is a towel.
I shouldn’t care about her comfort or where the fuck she sleeps, but something in the back of my mind is telling me I should. Maybe it’s the part of me that craves control, or maybe it’s something I don’t understand yet. Either way, I have to find a way to make it stop. I can’t afford to have a conscience.
Not now, not ever, and especially not toward Aspen.