All Done

Savannah

Five hours it took for me to clean his gross, stinky, dirty-ass room. Eleven bags of trash came out, and that wasn’t even the worst part.

It was wiping everything down and changing this dirty boy’s sheets.

For one, I don’t think Damon has ever heard of sheets, or pillowcases. I think he might be under some kind of impression that things like that are for foreign countries.

This dirty little piggy had food stains on his walls, his baseboards, oh my dear Lord. His baseboards I had to find under black fuzzy dirt!

He actually had a nice bed under the mountain of trash he covered it in.

I cleaned everything.

I wiped down his entire room, floor to ceiling, then cleaned everything with that spray from the health department that kills even the AIDS virus.

I used a steam cleaner on his bed and his couch, which I also found under piles of trash.

I found Sunshine and got him to help me flip the damn mattress and move some of his stuff around.

Then I had him help me find more trash cans, fresh pillows, blankets, sheets, and a lampshade.

But before he left, he made this joke about how I haven’t even seen the bathroom.

Then went to the back corner of Damon’s bedroom and pushed a handleless door to reveal the tenth ring in hell.

“Burn it with hellfire!” I shielded my eyes and backed away in fear.

“He never lets anyone in here. The last person to clean this pigsty up was his mother, and Queen Nina has been gone for ten years. Micah and I don’t really come down here anymore either.”

~His mom died too?~

“Micah? Is that Moonpie’s real name?”

He chuckles and shakes his head ~yes.~

“I guess I should ask what yours is.”

“Naw, it’s fine. I actually like Sunshine. It’s better than what I was born with.”

He shrugs and hands me my yellow gloves back before making the cross on his chest and praying hands before leaving me to dive into that nasty shit.

“I can do this. I can’t do this. Eww!”

I shriek when I find used condoms near what might have been a trash can but looks like it wasn’t meant for that kinda trash, like the wire bins for paper in offices.

The condom was so old the cum in it was flaky and yellowy!

I screamed and gagged when picking it up to throw it away.

“What’s wrong?” Damon’s deep voice came somewhere behind me.

“You! This is nasty, Damon! Used condoms? Disgusting and unsanitary. You can’t live like this anymore! No wonder you’re such a straight-up douchebag.

“You come home to this every day. This has got to wear on your mental health. Stressing and building up anxiety.

“I know my nerves are shot to shit just from being here to clean it. Don’t worry though, the goddess is here to clean it, like some magical cleaning fairy.

“But this can’t happen again. Okay, Angel?”

I point to the bathroom and spray bleach at everything before alternating to my kill-all spray like a madman.

“You probably have the bird flu, swine flu, coronavirus ultra 10x in here.”

I sit down on a plastic bag and scoot into the door frame.

“Question: you decided to have me clean your room as one of the favors I owe you, the night I happened to go into Reid’s room.

“But this place hasn’t been cleaned in a hard while, so, you wouldn’t be doing this because of that, would you? I’ve been in his, now you want me in yours?”

I raise my eyebrows and wait for him to answer.

This sly fox smile slinks across his face.

“You’re impossible. My sweet little green Angel.” I roll my eyes and stuff trash into a black garbage bag.

“Nothing about me is little,” he rebuts.

“Not from what I hear, little D,” I joke back, watching his face turn red as I reach aimlessly out to grab more trash.

“That color is one of my favorites on you,” I flirt, a twitch of what at one point would be a smile but now is my own smirk.

He didn’t answer but I pushed.

“That angry red your cheeks turn whenever I piss you off. Works well with your eyes.”

I scoot farther in to grab the rest of the trash.

The smell is disgustingly awful—like rotten eggs in a sulfur pit.

“My eyes are black, they look like nothing.”

He shakes his head.

“Not ~just~ black. More like dark blue. I actually think of a starless sky.”

His lips part for a second before he hightails it out of here and leaves me alone to clean his Guantanamo Bay prison bathroom.

***

Three hours after that, I have finished, spraying a wave of Febreze around to add just a touch of sweet-smelling scents.

It’s now ten at night and I won’t get back till midnight.

I should have broken this up into two days, but oh well.

Now Damon can sleep like a human being.

I wash my hands and borrow some of his clothes because mine will be burned in a hazmat container.

I even use his shower first since I’m covered in black specs and grime.

When I cleaned his bathroom I made sure to get him soap, body wash and shampoo and conditioner. I’ll have to talk to him about the other stuff he should be using.

I use the stuff I brought in for him and change into his clothes.

I even dispose of my bra and panties just to be safe.

I will toss these sneakers the first chance I get, but they will have to do for now.

My hair twisted into a towel crown and with Damon’s black T-shirt on, I look like I’m in a nightgown.

Walking from the bathroom to grab my jacket and bag to get out of here, I find Damon lying out on his bed.

“Like it?” I let my hair fall and give it a hard scrunch to get the water out.

His eyes open, drinking me in from head to toe as he nods.

“Not me, pervert, your room. I’m borrowing these, I shall return them tomorrow. Good night, Angel.”

I slip on my shoes and toss my bag over my shoulder.

My jacket going to my arm.

“Stay. It’s too late for you to walk all the way home.”

I can hear his bed squeak.

“I can’t. Thanks, but I’m fine.”

I wave and walk out.

Up the stairs and back through the bar, I wave bye to Sunshine and, seeing Moonpie for the first time, I wave at him too.

I head out the bar doors and make it to the end of the block before I hear a single motorcycle roar to life, coming my way.

When I look over, I see Damon on his bike, his legs pushing it along so slowly.

“What are you doing?” My wet hair drips onto his black T-shirt that I’m wearing.

“You can’t walk home this late at night without anyone. Shut up and pick up the pace.”

“You’re going to walk or whatever you’re doing the hour and a half it takes me to walk back home?”

“Stop running your mouth and pick up your feet.”

I roll my eyes and start to skip.

~Wanna walk me home?~

~Fine.~

***

“Are you really going to follow me the whole way? Just go home! It’s just like thirty minutes.”

He doesn’t answer me.

Rolling his heavy-ass bike along the sidewalk.

“I’m fine. Really.”

He still says nothing.

“Oh my polished fuck, Angel. Go home. I’m fine. I am okay. Leave.”

He doesn’t even give me a look, let alone answer me.

Having had enough of this, I stop and walk over. I push at his shoulder and kick his shin, making him hiss and growl.

He does something with it to make it stand still while he defends himself from me.

“Go home!” I land a few more blows before he has my arms pinned to my sides and my chest brought flush against his own.

His lips land on mine in a wild flash, stealing an angry, frustrated, tired kiss.

Slowly I give back, letting my own lips tangle and mesh with his firm yet soft lips.

My head feels all foggy and spins in circles, like a strobe light going off behind my eyelids until all I feel is Damon’s body against mine, his lips warming me, his hands on my hips.

I only smell his cologne.

“You’re (kiss) okay. (Kiss) Feel (kiss) my (kiss) hand? (Kiss) I (kiss) got (kiss) you (kiss),” he murmurs against my lips, planting a kiss between each of his words to calm me for some reason.

“I’m okay, Angel,” I whisper back.

I feel his hands on my thighs and something move for me to sit better on Damon’s lap.

~No.~

~No, he didn’t.~

My eyes pop open, fear gripping my heart and soul. I can feel my blood rushing in my ears and Damon’s arms running up my back while he lays more kisses over my face.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. I got you.”

~He has me on his bike.~

~He tricked me.~

~And now I’m on his bike.~