Chapter 5 Claustrophobia

Abigail's POV

It was getting late and Nathan wasn't still home yet. Was it normal for him to stay out this late?.

After lunch, I'd taken a shower and slept off. When I'd opened my eyes, it was few minutes after 10 so I'd decided to wait up for Nathan; so that I could apologize to him, don't get me wrong.

Staring outside the window, I wasn't certain which I should look out for; his figure or his car although I couldn't tell if he left with his car or not.

"Nathan Heartfilia, we haven't haven't lived under the same roof for up to a day and here I am stressing out about you" I mumbled. Could it be because I had feelings for Nathan?.

Like I'd said before, despite Nathan's playboy attitude, girls still flocked towards him and I'm not any different.

The only way I might be slightly different is because I don't act of my feelings for Nathan.

Rather, I pen then down in my pink journal and create sexual fantasies that would forever remain between those pages.

Now that our parents were dating and all, Nathan and I would never happen. It wasn't as if I had a shot before as the dude barely knew u existed until now.

But, if our parents decide to take things further we would be step-siblings at the very most and it would be wrong to harbour such feelings for one's 'sibling' even though we weren't technically related by blood.

Hearing staggering footsteps climbing up the front porch, I tried to not get so excited about Nathan's arrival.

Pushing through the main door, Nathan walks into the house as I approach him. "You're back"

He was drunk. Heavily drunk but that didn't still stop him from being rude to me regardless."Get lost"

Nathan proceeds to make his way up the stairs but he staggers and slips. As if on impulse, I rush up to him. "Here, let me help y-"

Nathan pushs me away from him. "Get away from me, you freak!"

Freak?. Me?. Why?. Because I was trying to help him up the stairs?.

"What's going on here?" A strong voice demands. Turning towards the voice, I see Ricky dressed in his night clothe.

"I was just trying to help Nathan up the stairs. Sorry, if he was being too loud"

"There's is a bedroom right underneath us. It's sound proof and doesn't have much staircase" Ricky explains. "That's where Nathan sleeps whenever he comes home drunk. You can help take him there"

"Alright"

"And sorry for the inconvenience, Abigail"

"It's not a problem. You just go back to bed now" I wait until Ricky was out of sight before trying to get Nathan to receive my help because I didn't want Ricky to see Nathan treat me poorly.

I wanted to believe Nathan was being this violent because of the alcohol but then again, it could be because he was still possed from our encounter earlier this morning.

Surprisingly, Nathan didn't put up a fight with me the second time I offer him my help. With ease, I lead him to the bedroom downstairs as suggested by Ricky.

Gently, I place Nathan on the bed and just as I was about to leave, Nathan holds me back. "There really is more to you than meet the eyes"

"If you want to insult me again Nathan then you can just save it"

"I wonder, how long have you had sexual fantasies about me?"

I stilled. "What?"

Nathan chuckles slowly. "Don't play dumb with me, Abigail. Your pink journal, I read it"

How did he..?. Did I leave it lying around aimlessly?. That was impossible. That only meant one thing. "You vandalized my locker?"

"I had to look for something--anything at all--you kick you out of this house"

Tears threatened to roll down my cheeks but I held them back. "So now what?. Are you planning to read it out to the whole school?"

"If it didn't have intricate details about what my private part looked like, I guess I would have. But no, I wouldn't do such a thing"

"My journal" I say through gritt teeths, trying to hold back my tears. "Where is my journal?"

"I burned that shit"

That's it. I couldn't hold back anymore. "You monster" I yell, throwing punches at Nathan but he caught my wrist.

"You should be thankful that I did you a favour. If that journal falls into the wrong hands, your life is over"

"So what?. You're trying to say you did it for me?" I inquired, ridiculously.

"Take it however you want it" He tightens his grip on my wrist. "Now I have a question for you; why the fuck did you make me submissive in your fantasies?"

Dear god, he was back at this again. I didn't want to have this conversation so I tried to free myself from his grasp but he only tightened his hold on me. "Let go"

"Answer me first"

"It is my fantasy. I can do whatever I want" I could be way in over my head but I think Nathan was staring at my lips. "Are you staring at my lips?"

He didn't hesitate to respond. "Fuck, yes"

The way he abruptly responded frightened me. "W-Why?"

"I don't know. For some reason, I'm just dying to know how your lips taste"

I put some space between us. "You're drunk, Nathan"

"We've had a conversation for this long, Abigail. I think I'm pretty sane"

"Says the man who couldn't get himself up the stairs" Nathan wasn't listening to me. His eyes remained fixed on my lips. He wasn't going to do anything, was he?.

If he tried, did I have the will to stop him?. Our parents were into eachother. Plus, Ricky is a good guy.

There needed to be absolute nothing between Nathan and I so where the hell was all these sexual tension coming from?.

"Can I?" Nathan whispers.

Can he what?. Kiss me?. "Na--"

"Can I spread you out in three ways?"