Chapter 7- Ryan

aking the next morning, this is a warm body next to me. Lacey. Last night was one hell of a surprise. I’m not complaining because I enjoyed every damn second of it. I was having a hard time holding back. My sexual urges are stronger now, especially around the only girl I’ve ever loved if love is the right word to use. The verdict is still out on that one. Can a sociopathic zombie be in love? Stranger things have happened, right?

Lacey is still sleeping soundly. I wore her out pretty good last night, and I was not gentle at all. Although, Lacey seemed to enjoy it. I always knew she had a taste for the darker things, but not because she was dark like me. Lacey is her own little masochist. Pain is her way of helping with her anxiety. She was a little bit of a loner because of her social anxiety and general anxiety.

I carefully get out of bed, trying not to wake Lacey. I want to go get her breakfast and process the night before she wakes up. I don’t know how I’m going to tell her the tru