Ayla's Supernatural Love Dungeon

Chapter 9

Rae

Rae watched as Kyra drank an entire bottle of spiced rum in one sitting. His heart, if he had one, ached as Kyra stumbled through the apartment looking for more alcohol. There was a bottle of brandy-flavored eggnog in the back of the fridge. Kyra looked at the gift tag that was tied to the bottle and ripped it off. As the tag floated to the floor Rae saw who it was from, Chaz. Kyra twisted the top off and took a long swig.

            “Are you okay?” Rae asked. He couldn’t help but talk even if he knew Kyra couldn’t hear him.

In response to his question, Kyra took another drink of the bottle.

Rae took a deep breath. “This is crazy. I’m a fucking ghost talking to someone who can’t hear me.” He paused to look at Kyra as she clung to the kitchen counter to stabilize her. “I wish we could have a regular conversation. Like how was your day or…you telling me what’s wrong.” There was a break in his voice. Rae formed a fist slammed it against his leg and threw his head back in frustration. “Fuck! Why does this have to be so hard?”

A knock came from the front door. Rae glared at the door willing the intruder to go away. Kyra stumbled over to the door and peeked through the peephole. Shortly after she opened the door.

            “Hey,” she slurred greeting the guest.

            “Hi, I just wanted to check in on yo—” Chaz greeted, but was interrupted when Kyra pressed her lips against his. Rae gagged at the scene.

Chaz kissed back. The couple staggered into the apartment. Kyra tugged at Chaz’s shirt. Chaz broke the kiss.

            “Are you sure?”

“I want sex. If you’re not down…”

Chaz slammed his lips and his body against Kyra feverishly. Kyra wrapped her arms around his neck. The duo made out and pawed at each other’s clothes like dogs in heat. Rae threw up in his mouth at the sight.

“If I wasn’t dead, I’d have projectile vomited all over you.” Despite being sick to his stomach about Chaz shoving his tongue down Kyra’s throat, Rae was heartbroken.