Faceless-Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Faceless-Chapter 2

... ears. Daughter was performing their single, “Touch”. I loved that indie band. I had their latest album. They sounded amazing live. In the night… “What are you doing up here?” I instantly turned around and found myself face to face with the hottest guy at the party. “I… was just getting some air.” He flashed that charismatic dimpled smile and stepped closer toward me. “What’s your excuse?” I asked. “Something told me a really beautiful woman was standing all alone on this deserted roof, so I thought I’d make the effort of going up those endless flight of stairs and keep her company.” I gave him a queer look. “Be serious.” “I saw you walk out. You seemed upset.” “I’m fine.” Why does he even care? I asked myself. “Good. Suicide rates tend to be high around this time of year.” “I’m not suicidal.” “You sure about that?” “I think I would know if I wanted to kill myself. How can you make such an assumption? You don’t even know me,” I said with attitude. “I have a suicidal sister.” How I was supposed to react to that? “I’m sorry.” Things got awkward fast. “It’s cool, I didn’t mean to weird you out. I just saw you standing close to the ledge, so I—” “It’s okay. I understand now.” “If you ask me, I really can’t comprehend why anyone would want to take their own life. It’s straight up cowardice. I’ve been through hell and back, and back again. But I’m still standing, surviving.” I reflected on his words for a moment. “Maybe some people are just in so much pain that they—” “Please ...

... spare me that speech. I’ve heard it all before.” He sighed deeply. “We’ve all got our demons. Some learn to live with them, some don’t.” This I could agree on. Jay shoved his hands in his pockets and stood next to me. “New Year’s is so overrated.” “Why do you say that?” “Every year it’s the shame shit.” “Sometimes,” I added. “People constantly change, and nothing stays constant.” “You sound so philosophical.” “I can be.” Jay glanced at me, flashing a flirtatious smirk. “Who are you, Maya Rivera?” “I ask myself that every day.” “And?” “And just when I’m sure I have it all figured out, I realize…” I stopped abruptly. “Having an identity crisis?” I shook my head. “Nope. Nothing of that sort.” “Then why question yourself every day?” “Because I’m not the same person I used to be.” “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” “I think it’s good.” “Uh oh… who broke your heart?” Was I that transparent? I looked at him inquisitively. “I’m going to spare you the pathetic sap story.” “We all have them.” He exhaled and said, “I’m going to tell you a little secret, Maya.” “Do you always share secrets with strangers?” “No, not exactly. You’re an exception.” “Why’s that?” “Because I noticed that you and I have something in common.” What does he mean? I wondered. “We both want to be anywhere but here tonight.” Right at this given moment, I didn’t mind so much. “I hate these social gatherings,” Jay continued. “Mostly because every woman I talk to feels she has the right to put her hands on me.” I was ...