The Disaster Diaries: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypse (9 page)

Clarissa continued to roll her hips.

It had started out slow and sensual, but now she
rode me hard and fast.

I loved how warm it felt to be inside her. She was
so tight. I could feel her wet lips gripping the shaft of my throbbing cock, as
she rocked upon my lap. Butterflies fluttered within the depths of my stomach,
as a tingling sensation rushed along the full length of my spine. Nothing
needed to be said. I could see she was close. She could see I was close. We
knew each other so well. Her sweet erotic moans competed with my loud desperate
groans.

‘Logan,’ she gasped my name, as her hips jolted.

Her mouth hung open and her eyes widened with a
sense of shock. I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock, as every single
muscle within her body went tight. Her back arched and she cried out. I dropped
my hands onto her hips and pulled her into me. I was already there. I could
feel the powerful sensation gathering between my thighs.

‘Yes. Clarissa!’ I called out her name.

My entire body rocked. It was like someone had just
sent an electrical current straight through me. I gripped her hips, as her
fingernails were dragged across my muscular chest. I could feel my cock
erupting inside of her. How I wished it was skin on skin. Clarissa fucked me
like never before. She was rolling her hips hard and fast. I was going in so
deep. An overpowering sense of pleasure numbed my body from my head to my toe.
How long had it been since I had an orgasm like this? My body was so tense that
my groan sounded like some kind of wild beast. I was quickly running out of
oxygen.

‘Logan. Logan. Logan. Baby, Logan,’ she moaned into
the night.

Did she know how sexy that was?

‘Fuck!’ I groaned through clenched teeth.

I was at my limit.

Clarissa’s body rolled to a standstill, but her hips
squirmed as if with a mind of their own. I could feel my dick throbbing inside
of her. She lay down upon my chest and cuddled into me. I wrapped my arms
around her and kissed her lovingly upon the top of the head. That had been
magical. Clarissa had been magical. It was all because of her.

Chapter
Thirty-Seven: Two Days Left

***

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.

‘The world will end in two days.’

I woke with a jump. My heart was beating at a
hundred miles an hour within my chest. I sat up in my bed and recapped what
just happened. It was the same damn dream again, but what did the flashing
lights mean? What did any of it mean? Who was the man? Why did I keep seeing
Samantha? What was all the blood?

‘Hmm...’ Clarissa moaned softly beside me.

A smile split my lips.

She had stayed the night. Clarissa and I had
returned home and made love. She couldn’t keep her hands off me. I don’t think
I can count the amount of times we had sex last night. I had never experienced
anything like it. She made me so happy. I rested my head back upon the pillow
and kissed her gently upon the forehead. She was sleeping like a baby. I could
watch her sleep all night. I cuddled into her and closed my eyes.

Chapter
Thirty-Eight: Love

***

‘Good morning,’ said Clarissa, as she awoke.

‘You sleep well?’ I replied with an eye consuming
smile.

‘Best sleep I have had in a long time.’ She leaned
forward and kissed me gently upon the lips. ‘You made me feel so special last
night.’

‘That is because you are special.’

‘Compliments will get you everywhere,’ she giggled.

‘I hope so.’ I moved my hand beneath the quilt and
placed it upon her ribcage. Clarissa raised her eyebrows, as I stroke my palm
up her body. ‘I have been thinking.’ I caressed her breast within the palm of
my hand. Clarissa sighed softly, as I rolled her sensitive nipple between my
fingers. ‘I don’t want you to go out with Tyler tonight. Cancel the date.’

‘Why is that?’ Clarissa’s hand reached down towards
my groin. She coaxed it to hardness.

‘You promise not to freak out?’

She nodded a yes.

‘I think I am falling in love with you.’ My words
hung in the air for a moment. I tried to read her facial expression, but
Clarissa had a surprisingly good poker face.

‘I know you do.’

‘You do?’

‘Yes.’

‘How do you know? When did you know?’

Clarissa began to slow jerk me off in a reverse
grip. My heart was starting to throb within my chest. ‘Logan, I am in love with
you, too. I always have been. Look at us right now. You are playing with my
tits. I am stroking your cock. I have slept with you all night. We have been
together since we were children. You are my best friend, my lover and my life.
I don’t do this with just anyone. I love being with you. You make me happy. We
have such a strong connection. It is just things haven’t worked out for us. The
timing was always off. This weekend we will go on a date and start our new
relationship together, but I have to see Tyler.’

‘But... what happens if he has changed? I want you
to be with me.’

‘You are, too, cute. Tyler won’t change. My feelings
for him have. I just owe him this date. I want to have closure on our
relationship and know in my heart of hearts that it was the right thing to do.
You don’t have to worry, Logan. I love you.’

Her words were like music to my ears.

‘You do?’

We smiled at each other.

‘Yes.’

‘I love you, Clarissa.’

She kissed me. It felt good. It felt right. ‘Will
you make love to me?’

‘Yes.’

This was the moment that my new life began and my
old life ended.

Chapter
Thirty-Nine: Positive Outlook

***

Was it wrong to feel this good? Happiness felt so
foreign to me. It had been a long time since I had experienced such a
sensation. Clarissa was changing my outlook on life. I had a good feeling about
us. I actually think this will work. How could it go wrong? We are compatible
in every single way. We have been together since I can remember. It is obvious
that the two of us would end up together. She is a perfect match for me. She is
that missing part of my soul.

I snapped back to reality at the sound of aggressive
barking.

The black Rottweiler was going mental. It jerked
violently against the chain around its neck. I hadn’t been thinking properly. I
was day dreaming and moving on auto-pilot. I was too lost in my own thoughts
and ended up walking by this bloody house again. The devil dog was chained to
the post in the front garden. It was practically on the sidewalk. Lucy was
cowering behind my legs. I think it had taken her by surprise, too. I looked at
the two teenagers in the garage.

‘You got a problem?’

They looked as mean as their dog.

‘No,’ I replied with a shake of my head.

I wish I had the courage to give them a piece of my
mind. What idiot chains an aggressive dog in the front garden? That thing
shouldn’t be allowed out without a muzzle, but then again, should it be allowed
outside at all? It had already mauled dogs and it was clearly unstable. I
turned and walked away. Unconsciously, I glanced back over my shoulder. The two
teenagers were watching me. It felt like I was under the gaze of a deadly
predator. They seemed to have an aura of darkness and violence around them.
From this point on I am never walking by this house again. This whole family
felt dangerous.

Chapter
Forty: Goodbye

***

My cell phone rang. It continued to ring. I sat back
in my chair and waited. How long would she keep calling? The sound finally
stopped. Silence returned to my bedroom. It was short lived. Isabella called my
phone for the third time in as many minutes. Lucy hopped off the bed and slunk
out the room. The noisy tune was disrupting her much needed rest. She liked to
go into a mild coma after her walks and sleep uninterrupted for several hours
on end.

Why wasn’t Isabella getting the message?

This wasn’t going to work.

She was married and she lied to me. I know her
husband is supposed to be a horrible person, but that doesn’t change the moral
issue I have with the situation. My thoughts drifted to Clarissa. She is the
one I want to be with. I like Isabella. She was fun, friendly, kind and so
freaking sexy, but she destroyed whatever it was we had. I didn’t want to talk
to her on the phone. She would start crying. I would feel bad. It would end up
with us meeting and I won’t lie. I fancy her. I fancy her like crazy. She is
one of those rare beauties you meet in life. I just don’t want the temptation.
I will talk to her on the computer and create some distance between us. That is
the best thing to do.

My cell phone went quiet.

My house was finally peaceful.

I returned my attention to my desktop computer and
opened up my inbox. I had the usual junk mail and a few things asking me to
review products I had brought online. There was one from my mother, which had
an attachment. It was most likely family photos. I would check that out a
little later and get back to her. I spotted one from Brendan.

I opened up the e-mail and gave it the once over.

It was short, sweet and to the point.

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

I could feel a hollow sensation pull down on the pit
of my stomach.

I re-read the e-mail. He couldn’t be serious, could
he?

‘Dear Logan, I am so happy that we finally got to
meet each other. It is like everything I have lived for was leading to that
moment. I have dreamt so many things throughout my life, but it was all guiding
me towards you. My destiny is now complete. I can now return to my family. I
have left something down the side of your house. I don’t know why it is
important, but I know that it is what I am supposed to give you. Thank you,
Logan. Goodbye.’

He can now return to his family?