Broken Dreams, Broken Love - Part 6

Jamie couldn’t help but smile at Max. He was gorgeous after all. She wished that they had met under different circumstances. She could just imagine kissing him and in the mean time she might just be a murder. No even for her that was too weird and so wrong on so many levels. She sighed and looked away.
"That’s all good and well but what is going on with me? Why can’t I remember attacking you in the car?" Jamie was talking more to herself than to him. She just wished that she could understand what was going on, instead of walking around in the dark.
"Well, I can’t exactly give you answers but lets just hide out here for awhile and see if we can figure this thing out." He got up and went to stand at the window. Jamie started shaking uncontrollably. She made a squeaking nose and he turned round and rushed over to her.
"Jamie!" he screamed, shaking her. Jamie felt completely out of it and her eyes rolled back and everything went black.

Jamie sat up. Her breathing was heavy and she was overwhelmed with fear and anxiety. She looked around her. She guessed that Max must have brought her back to the bedroom. She lay back, trying her best to shake the uneasy feeling. What had made her wake up? What had made her fall asleep? Jamie couldn’t help but wonder why she was sleeping so much. A sense of hopelessness overcame her and she was severely depressed. Tears stung her eyes and suddenly a burning sensation started in the middle of her back. In a violent rage Jamie jumped off the bed and ran straight for the bathroom. Getting into the shower she turned the cold tap on full blast. She grabbed and tugged on her top and flung it aside.

The water was cold and hard on her back. She sighed in relief. The burning sensation was going away. Jamie relaxed her body and took off the rest of her clothes. She adjusted the taps so that the water was warmer. She grabbed the cloth and started to lather her body in soap. She was humming a tune softly to herself. Enjoying the moment, Jamie got caught up. As she was washing her breasts, she paid more attention to her nipples. Feeling the arousal between her legs, she dropped the cloth and her hands went up. Massaging her breasts and pinching on her nipples, her breathing increased as she felt the tension build up. Her right hand went over her flat stomach and she touched herself slowly. She cried out and her body started to shake as her orgasm took over her. Feeling completely and utterly satisfied, Jamie finished her shower and got out.

She was standing in the bedroom at the foot of the bed. Due to the fact that she had gotten into the shower with her clothes, she didn’t have any dry clothes to put on. She vaguely remembered thinking that Max was clever in buying her clothes but obviously not clever enough. One set of clothing wasn’t good. She walked over to his closet and pulled it open. His pants were far too big, so she slipped on a bright blue shirt and was happy to find that it just covered her ass. She sat down on the edge of the bed and wondered what she should do now. She needed her clothes to be dried and she couldn’t exactly go out there looking like she did. She glanced over at the full length mirror that was against the far wall and sighed. Her eyes where huge and there seemed to be a grey mist over them. The bruise was slowly fading and her lips were still slightly swollen.

She stood up and decided that she better ask Max where she could dry her clothes. She opened the door and she could hear the faint noises coming from a TV. She pushed the door wider and looked down the hallway. There were three other doors and she decided to investigate. Opening the first door, she found out that it was a study. Closing the door quickly she opened the second door. This was a spare bedroom. The third door was a bathroom. As she neared the end of the hallway she could see the kitchen and what she guessed to be the front door. But just before that was the living room. She could see Max spread out on the couch and then the TV came into view. She paused and focused on what was on. Mickey mouse? She smiled.

"Max?" she whispered. She came around and looked down at him. His eyes where closed and his chest moved in tune with his breathing. She stood there and watched him. Sexual desire was rushing through her body and she had a sudden urge to wake him up and do the wild thing. She shuddered. What was wrong with her? Since when was her mind so sexually active? She shook her head, to clear her mind, and with that a headache hit her. She stumbled back at the intensity of it and in doing so fell over a stack of books that where on the floor. Landing with a thud, she grabbed one of the books and read the title.
"The Dark Sacrament, true stories of modern day demon possession and exorcism. Hmmm…" Jamie held the book away from her and covered her face with her hands. The headache had gotten worse. She felt Max’s hands cover hers.

"What’s wrong Jamie?" he asked her and she dropped her hands. The look of concern was overwhelming and instead of answering him, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was sweet. He didn’t pull away and to Jamie this was a good sign, so she pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. His arms went around her and he picked her up and took her to his bedroom. Laying her on the bed, he looked deeply into her eyes. Jamie couldn’t believe how badly she wanted him. She slowly started to unbutton his shirt that she was wearing, revealing to him her breasts. Max groaned deep in his throat and bent down to taste her.

Jamie was lying in Max’s arms. He was asleep and she could hear him snoring ever so slightly. She smiled to herself. The lovemaking had been amazing. She cuddled up closer and kissed his hand. He stirred and she held her breath.
"Hey…" he whispered to her.
"Hi." She said. He reached down and touched her cheek before claiming her mouth. The kiss was soft and mind blowing. And then the unthinkable happened. It was as if she had completely lost it. Jamie jumped up and started kicking him. Repeatedly. As if that wasn’t enough she got on top of him and started slapping him. Max was too shocked to respond. And just as quickly as it had started was it over. Jamie fell backward and Max reached out for her. Her eyes had rolled back again. He pulled her up to him and held her close. Her body was shaking and her breathing was hard. However somewhere in her subconscious she asked herself the following question: What the hell is going on? And as if she had asked the question aloud, she heard a horrible voice respond: Revenge! And once again, as if on cue, darkness over took her.

She dreamed of snakes crawling all over her body and when she woke up she jumped out of the bed, she began smacking her body, screaming. When Jamie eventually realized that it had been a dream and there where no snakes on her, she began to feel calm. Not for long though. Just as she was getting back into the bed, which was minus Max, the burning sensation began all over her legs. She ran for the bathroom again but she had to stop because her arms had started itching and she just had to scratch. And as if that wasn’t enough to drive her completely insane, her vision blurred as the grey cloud covered her eyes and her head started pounding.
"Great! This is exactly what I need!" she yelled out loud. Slamming the bathroom door behind her she took another shower.