Even with the realization right before my eyes, I still found it difficult to accept.
How would I even accept this? that the girl I had a good time with last night was not Anna? Who was it then? I'm definitely not buying a crap like I had sex with a ghost.
"Ronald where were you all night? Didn't you get my messages? my emails? my calls?" Anna was sobbing uncontrollably even as she spoke.
My heart melted like a flamed plastic.
"Anna, please don't tell me you were here all night. Please Anna.... please! tell me it's a prank."
"A prank? my emotion is a prank to you, Ronald?" She stood up, walking towards me, the shape of her nipples visible through her nighties.
"I was here all night, Ronald. Waiting for you! Where the hell did you spend the night? I searched everywhere!"
"What the fuck do you mean by you were here all night? Is this.... Is this a joke?"
"I was here all night, ask Shayla. I was waiting for you Ronald!" She yelled... "I was waiting cause I wanted you." Her voice was sober now.
She placed her hands on my bare chest as she locked her gaze with mine, "I missed you Ronald."
I held her hands, my gaze not leaving her for a second. "You've won! you won the challenge. I promise I'll announce to all your tiktok fans and I'll tell them you won the challenge. Just please! please Anna. End this prank right now cause I'm about to lose my god-damn mind."
"What's with you and being pranked? why would I prank you? do my emotions now look like a petty joke to you, Ronald?"
"Yes! Yes Anna!" I exclaimed pushing her off me. I ran my hand through my hair shaking it profusely as if expecting my reality to fall off.
"Really?" Her voice was sober again, she was preparing to cry.
"Of course Anna, what else do you want me to believe, that ghost exists? ghosts with sweet pussy!" I was raw this time! cause I needed damn answers.
I would have simply ran back upstairs to check on the woman I left under the blanket but I wanted to be sure it was not a ghost or an imposter.
It sincerely just feels all twisted, I'm scared to death.
"Wait... What?" Her facial expressions showed it all—she was freaking puzzled.
"Where were you last night Ronald?" She managed to ask.
"I was with you Anna! Upstairs! In our usual spot. We had sex Anna!!"
"Hell No!!"
She backs off taking few steps away from me.
"What now?" My heart could not take it anymore, I was bleeding for answers.
"Hell No!! No!! you didn't do that Ronald." She covered her mouth as tears escaped her eyes profusely.
"Anna please talk to me. Did mum and dad shut out a ghost in the guest room maybe? Why didn't you warn me about it?"
"Shut up!!" She yelled.
"You're gonna hate yourself Ronald. You're gonna hate yourself to death." She was crying uncontrollably now.
I was completely lost. l immediately felt for my rod to confirm it was still there. Oh sigh.... It was there.
Maybe it's a destiny thing the ghost would take from me, or something?
Who the hell was she anyways and why are mum and dad hosting a ghost here?
Wait! I'm I seriously believing ghosts exist now? and they can...!!
"Say something already, Anna!! don't freaking shut me out in a painful susp...."
"YOU FUCKED YOUR MUM, RONALD!!"
.....
I was brain dead for what felt like hours to me. My mind was running on a spinning wheel, moving faster than the speed of light—I passed out.
Or so I thought I did, but I was aware in my own subconscious state.
I had sex with my mum? How???
"A-n-n-a," My voice cracked, my throat was sore, my tone was lifeless. "How's that even possible?"
"I should be asking you. How did you do that? Where was your dad?"
"Dad left.... He left. He wasn't home... Fuck!" At this point I had no more proof to disclaim the reality before me—Yet my heart detested accepting it.
"How didn't you realize it was your mom?"
"Anna I saw your text. And that was our spot. You also told me your boobies got bigger. And she was just the perfect image I had of you, Anna."
"You didn't hear her voice?"
"No. The Mp3 was on its loudest volume."
"You didn't see her face?"
"It was dark, Anna."
"You should have known that was their anniversary room, Ronald. You really think I'll do all that decor for sex?"
"You told me you had surprises, Anna!"
"Wow! every thread linking together." She chuckled, drying the tears out of her eyes. "Are you ever going to face your mom? After what you did to her?"
"We are not so sure she's the one, are we?"
"Quit your delusions, Ronald. That was your parents anniversary room. Your dad wasn't there, so your mum was in there alone."
I sighed.
There was something I was so sure of though. "If my mom ever finds out about this, she'll kill herself."
"Yeah. I know her that well too. She'll take her own life."
"I love my mom. I can't be the reason she dies."
"So what are we going to do? You know, if your dad gets back, she'll find out!"
"Yes."
"So how do you stop it, Ronald?"
"What if my dad never gets back?" I asked walking up to my closet, searching for something familiar.
"He will defini...." Anna then realized what I really meant, "Don't do it Ronald! Don't!"
"I love my mom more than my dad, Anna."
"I know you love her, but will you ever be able to look at her, knowing what you did?"
"I might never." I nodded. "I might never truly look at her with ease in my heart again... but. I'll rather her live than my dad."
"Live with guilt? what if she finds out one day? would you be happy you wasted your parents?"
"What are you trying to do Anna? you really want me to sit back and watch my mum kill herself cursing me as her last words?"
"No Ronald, I'm trying to say we should calm down and find a better option."
"Well we don't have time for that!" I picked my pistol from the pockets of my grey coat in my wardrobe and stuffed it into the jeans I just changed into."
"please don't do it Ronald. Don't! Don't! Don't do it if you love me!"
"Do it Ronald!" Shayla interrupted, slamming the door open.
She's been eavesdropping all the while? What dah fuck is the teenager doing with her freaking life?