The Disaster Diaries: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypse (11 page)

‘Fuck!’ She cried out. ‘Fuck, Logan!’

I laughed like some kind of crazy person.

What had come over me? This wasn’t me, was it? This
wasn’t who I really was. These thoughts were quickly brushed to one side, as she
screamed out again. Isabella was practically climbing upon the table to escape
my golden tongue, but I didn’t want this to end. I wanted more. I wanted much
more.

Chapter
Forty-Five: Intimacy

***

I rolled the tip of my tongue around her erect nipple.
Isabella giggled. I could feel her fingers stroking through my damp hair. We
were covered in a light layer of sweat. It looked like we had just run a
marathon. We had gone through all the condoms she had brought over. It was one
of the most magically experiences of my life. I got to be with this beautiful
woman. We were both lying naked upon my double bed. The duvet was now on the
floor. Lucy was locked out on the landing. It was just Isabella and I. I sucked
softly upon the peak of her glorious breast. She moaned softly and smiled at
me.

‘Tonight has been amazing,’ she told me.

‘You have been amazing,’ I replied. ‘I could suck on
your tits all night.’

‘They are yours to suck.’ She giggled. ‘I am yours,
if you want me.’

‘What about your husband?’

‘I am going to leave him. I don’t love him. I need
to get away from that house.’

‘Where would you go?’

‘I could move in with my family for a bit, but it
would mean that I would be single.’ She let her words hang in the air for a
moment. ‘It means I will be able to be with you. This means you get to have my
tits whenever you want.’

‘I like the sound of that.’

‘I bet you do, but it also means I get to have you.’

‘Why would you want me?’

‘I am crazy about you.’

‘Yes, but you could have any man. I am nobody.’

‘You are somebody to me.’ I could see the love
through the windows of her soul. ‘You have been the only good thing in my life
for all these months. I really care about you, Logan. You mean so much to me. I
know I lied about being married, but I am going to leave him. This is a chance
for you and me to have a proper relationship. If that is what you still want.’

‘I do.’

‘You do?’ She smiled that sweet smile.

‘Yes. I really like you, Isabella. I would be mad
not to want you.’

‘So, do you think...’ she was cut off by the sound
of Lucy barking. I could hear my little terrier thundering down the stairs and
jumping up at the front door. Who would be calling this late at night?

‘Hold that thought.’ I kissed her breasts and
Isabella giggled. I climbed off the bed and quickly pulled on my trousers. My
eyes were firmly fixed upon her body. She looked like some kind of angel of
beauty sprawled out upon the double bed. ‘You have no idea how stunning you
look. I am going to be so naughty when I get back.’

Chapter
Forty-Six: House Guest

***

The world swirled, as I gingerly made my way down
the stairs. My mouth was feeling very dry. My head was feeling light. I felt
like laughing. This was one weird night. Brendan goes and shoots himself in the
face and then I end up having a sex-a-thon with a married woman. Fairly sure I
am going to burn in hell for this.

‘Okay, Lucy,’ I grumbled.

She was yapping so loud that she could shatter
glass. It was constant.

I unlocked the front door. It was only now I
realised I had left my t-shirt on the bedroom floor. Fuck it. This is what
happens when you come to someone’s house this late at night. I opened the front
door and my heart stopped. It was Clarissa. She was wearing a beautiful violet
coloured dress. Had she just come back off her date?

‘Hey.’

‘Clarissa, what are you doing here?’ My words were
slightly slurred.

‘You’re drunk?’ She chuckled. ‘I thought I would
come over and see you.’

‘What about your date with Tyler?’

‘It is over.’ She was smiling from ear to ear. ‘I
went out with him. It was a pleasant evening, but I couldn’t stop thinking
about you. I couldn’t stop thinking about the things you said. You are right.
This is a no brainer. You and I should be together. We don’t have to date. We
were made for each other. I told Tyler that I wanted to be with you. I am here
because I want to be with you...’

My heart sank down into the pit of my stomach.

‘Hello,’ said Isabella from behind me.

I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.

Clarissa opened her mouth to talk, but no words came
out. She glanced at me and then Isabella. Isabella was dressed in one of my
t-shirts, which was slightly too big for her and reached about half-way down
her silky thighs. This situation didn’t look good no matter how you looked at
it. Isabella and I were half naked. Clarissa turned around and walked away.

‘I will be right back,’ I told Isabella, as I
followed Clarissa out.

Clarissa was quick stepping towards her car.

She got inside the car, slammed the door, and
started the engine.

‘Clarissa, wait.’

‘Fuck you, Logan,’ she snapped angrily. ‘Fuck you
and your fucking whore.’

‘This...’ This isn’t what it seems? It was exactly
what it seems. ‘I thought you were with Tyler.’

‘How could you do this to me? I actually thought you
loved me.’ The car pulled away from the curb and sped off down the street.

‘But... I do love you.’

What have I done?

Chapter
Forty-Seven: The Day the World Ends

***

My heart was beating so hard that it felt like it
might burst out through my ribcage. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry. A
cold shiver ran down the full length of my spine. The atmosphere felt so tense
and morbid. The stench of death seemed to hang over me like some kind of
foreboding rain cloud. The edges of my vision were blurred. I glanced down at
my hands. They were dripping in blood. Unconsciously, I wiped my hands against
my shirt. Panic was starting to set it.

‘The end is coming,’ spoke a soft female voice.

I looked into the darkness that surrounded me. It
was like I was floating in deep space. There was nothing around me. I could see
no ground, no sky, no buildings or structures. I was in a black void of
nothingness. A faint click reached my ears. It sounded like someone pulling on
the cord of a bathroom light. A light bulb, appearing to hang from the darkness,
illuminated a small section of the void. My eyes widened with shock. A
sickening sensation filled my stomach. A dead body lay upon the ground. The
head had been crushed. Blood, snot and brain matter dripped out like some kind
of leaky tap.

‘Logan, look what I have,’ said Samantha. My
ex-girlfriend was standing in the darkness behind me. She was wearing a long
white dress. The dress seemed to glow. It was like the very fabric was created
by light. She held a baby within her arms. I could feel my heart breaking, as
the baby cried. I could see its little hands reaching up into the air. I
watched in horror, as tears of blood dripped out of Samantha’s eyes and fell
down upon the baby. This wasn’t like normal tears. It was like watching someone
pour a cup of red paint down her face. The baby was drowning in the blood. ‘I
killed my baby for you. It was all for you. I love you, Logan.’

A gunshot rang like a church bell.

I spun one hundred and eight degrees and looked in
the direction of the sound.

I nearly vomited.

A man was sitting in a leather chair. His face had
been completely removed. All that remained was blood, gore, brains and bones.
His lifeless body was sitting limp, as a smoking gun hung with the grasp of his
hand. Had this man just shot himself in the face? Why would he do that? What
was going on here? What did this mean?

‘No!’ A voice screamed out of the darkness. ‘No!’

Was that me?

‘No!’ The one word rang over and over like the toll
of a bell. ‘No! No! No! No!’ Flashing lights forced away the darkness and the
voice. I raised a hand to shield my eyes. The lights were so bright. What was
going on? I turned away and looked in the other direction, but still the lights
continued to flash. Suddenly, the lights disappeared. I stood alone in the
centre of the black void. There was nothing around me. There was no bodies, no
blood, no Samantha, no baby, no lights. I was alone in a silent darkness. It
was then that a strange sense of peace and tranquillity seemed to blossom like
a flower within the depths of my body. It felt nice.

‘You can do this,’ said a voice in my ear.

Who said that?

‘You can do this.’

I can do what?

‘You can do this.’

What am I supposed to do? No one has told me? I am
not ready for this.

‘You CAN do this.’

You need to tell me what I have to do.

‘YOU CAN DO THIS!’

Chapter
Forty-Eight: The Hug

***

‘So, what do you want to do today?’ Isabella hugged
me from behind. It was such a loving and genuine cuddle. I stroked my hand
along her forearm, as she placed her chin upon my shoulder. ‘Do you want me to
get out of your hair? I can go if you have books to work on.’ She sounded so
cute when she was uncertain and nervous. Unconsciously, I turned to face her.
She looked like an angel that had been sent down from heaven. I cupped her
gorgeous face within my hands and lifted her lips towards me. I kissed her. It
was one of those kisses that stopped time. It felt right.

‘What do you want to do today?’ I countered with a
question of my own.

‘I would like to stay with you.’ She looked
nervously towards the floor. ‘That’s if you want me to.’

I kissed her a second time.

‘I want you to stay. I warn you. It is going to be a
bit boring. This is where you find out I am not as exciting as you think I am.’

‘Don’t be daft.’ She wrapped her arms around my
torso and hugged me again. It had been so long since I had actually held
someone. Clarissa and I had hot sex, but we never held each other. Samantha and
I used to hold each other. It was a sign of affection. It was one of those
little things you did when you wanted to be near a person you had strong
emotional feelings for. Isabella really did care about me. It felt nice to feel
loved. I placed my hand upon the back of her head and held her close. ‘I am happy
just being near you. We don’t have to do anything. I just want to spend time
with you.’

‘When is your husband home?’

I could feel her tense up at the question.

‘He will be back about mid-day, but I might be able
to come out for an hour or so a little later.’

‘So, I have you until lunch time?’

‘You can have me anyway you want.’

‘Don’t tempt me.’

‘I don’t need to tempt you.’ She looked up into my
eyes. ‘I am yours, Logan. You are the only man I want to be with. I am in love
with you.’

She was in love with me?

I could see she really meant it. I could feel the
aura of love that surrounded her very existence. When she looked upon me it was
like I was wrapped in a protective bubble of love and happiness. Isabella
wasn’t just saying what I wanted to hear. She actually meant these words. I
could feel a warm glow in the centre of my chest. She is married, but maybe
this is possible. Could Isabella and I really work? Could Isabella be the woman
I am supposed to be with? Did I love her?

Chapter
Forty-Nine: Countdown

***

I carried the painting up the stairs. It looked a bit
weird having it lying around the house. Isabella had asked one or two question,
but I had managed to shrug them off. I had already tucked the shoebox with the
gun beneath my bed. The shower hummed loudly through the bathroom door.
Isabella and I had worked up quite a sweat this morning. It was nice spending
the start of the day with her. It felt normal. I had forgotten what having
breakfast and normal conversation with a woman was like. Clarissa and I talked,
but it always ended up with us fucking. Did I really have feelings for her? Was
I blinded by lust and passion? There was no denying we were good friends. I
gave my head a quick shake. I was just trying to justify what I did last night.
There was no excuse for what happened. Clarissa and I were going to go on a
date and try to make this work, but I had ended up in bed with Isabella. I
cannot blame my decision on alcohol. I should have known better. It is just
that I do have feelings for Isabella, too. I didn’t know Clarissa was going to
dump Tyler and come to my house. I couldn’t have predicted that in a million
years. I don’t know what I am going to do about Clarissa. I don’t know what I
am going to do about Isabella. It is just nice to feel loved. It is nice to
know someone cares for me. Is it a coincidence that all this is happening
today? The day when the world is supposed to end? It doesn’t feel like the
world is going to end. I actually feel happy. I feel good about today. This is
the most content and relaxed I have felt about my life in a long time. Isabella
has restored the calm and tranquillity to my soul. I know she is married, but
we can work through this. We will be together. I just want today to be over
with, so I can put these stupid dreams behind me and focus on starting a new
life with Isabella.