trouble comes fast » hasher
Asher had taken a nap, which had turned out very badly. With everything going on in his life right now with Hayley – although he still wasn’t sure if he could call what they had a relationship – his nights were short, and he didn’t sleep very well. The nightmares of Kathryn and that terrible night when he found her dead happened almost every night now, and he had hoped that for once, he could sleep peacefully. But God, was he wrong. He woke up sweating and terrified again, shaken by the horrifying memories of the blood staining the bathroom and his wife dead, lying on the floor. The only reason why he kept dreaming about it could only be that it was all his fault. After more than one hour staring at his wedding picture – carefully hidden inside the last drawer of his dresser – he decided to leave his house, incapable of standing the perpetual silence of the place. He had to go somewhere noisy, to distract himself. He headed to the Grill, and sat in a corner, where nobody would bother him. He drank in silence, emptying glass after glass without noticing that his phone was vibrating in his pocket. When he finally stood up to leave, he felt dizzy, and staggered to the exit door.
He chose to drive home, which could have been a terrible decision, but ended up being a very good one – or at least for him. On his way to his place, Asher found an innocent hitchhiker waiting on the side of the road, who apparently didn’t seem to mind too much that the driver of the pick-up truck was completely wasted. They chatted for a couple of minutes until he finally stopped the car. For one very rare time, Asher compelled the girl to stay quiet, and bit her. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had bitten someone. He fed on pouches of blood, most of the time, and the taste was so much better. So much that he never noticed the girl weakening when he drained her to her last drop. Panicked, he threw the body in the back of the truck and drove to his place erratically. When he finally achieved to open the door, struggling with the key during a few minutes, he was drunk and covered in blood.
And then he noticed Hayley. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He asked, rubbing his bloodstained hand in his hair. “D’you miss me?” His speech was slurred, and he couldn’t walk straight, looking completely ridiculous. “I need a drink.” He added, more for himself than for her, heading to the minibar.
