Feverish (Bullet #3)

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Author: Jade C. Jamison
Tags: Rock Music, tattoos, rock stars, piercings
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shower, running
both hot and cold until the temperature was perfect. He got in and
smiled. He always told himself the same damn thing the morning
after, but he just couldn’t resist some of these chicks. Of course,
the booze and drugs didn’t help.
    As he lathered up, he belted the song along
with M. Shadows. As the suds washed down the drain and he screamed
aloud, he felt clean and ready to face the day…or afternoon, as it
were. Just as he started shampooing his brown hair that was now
down past his shoulder blades, the music cut out. He got a little
worried at first but then wondered if maybe Mary came a day early.
He stuck his head out from the shower curtain. “Mary? Is that
you?”
    There was no answer, so he washed the shampoo
out quickly and shut off the water, grabbing for the towel hanging
next to the tub. Stupid. Someday he’d quit showering with
the door open. He was seriously vulnerable. He wrapped the towel
around his waist. It was probably psycho Tatiana ready to exact
some revenge. “Who’s there?” Still no answer. He had to find
something to use as a weapon, but he didn’t think he had much of
anything in the bathroom to use. The toilet plunger maybe—at least
he could use it to keep a little distance between him and someone
else. First, though, he slammed the bathroom door and locked it.
Then he dried his legs and worked his dirty jeans back on. He was
going to unleash his motherfucking wrath on whatever asshole had
made him put those goddamned jeans back on. He dried his hair off
some too to keep it from dripping, but he had to get out there and
find out what the hell was going on. He got in the little closet in
the bathroom and pulled out the plunger. Then he walked to the door
and quietly unlocked it. Strange—he couldn’t hear anything in the
other room, even though it was obvious someone had to be there.
    He took a deep breath and yanked the door
open, hoping to use the element of surprise to his advantage. He
waved the plunger around, taking in the entire sunlit room, but saw
nothing. He looked at the CD player. Someone had turned it off. He
felt all the more resolved to find out what was going on. It could
still be Mary. Maybe she’d already gathered up some laundry and was
in the basement washing some clothes. That would explain why he
couldn’t hear her. It had to be her. She bitched constantly
about his music.
    Hah. How’d she think he could pay her fucking
salary?
    He smiled. He thought part of her actually
liked it. She was a sweet little thing, and if she wasn’t married
and ten years his senior, he’d consider sweeping her off her feet.
They had a playful banter. They both acted irritated with each
other, but it was evident they liked each other immensely. He took
a deep breath and considered setting the plunger down, but he
wasn’t convinced his housekeeper was here yet. He took tentative
steps through his bedroom, then the living room and the kitchen,
and then he opened the door to the basement, expecting to see
Mary’s short round body down there. “Mary? You there?”
    But she wasn’t. In fact, he was starting to
think there was no one anywhere in his house. He walked halfway
down the stairs to the basement, just to be sure, but she wasn’t
down there. She usually turned the lights on down there anyway,
even when she didn’t need them during the day, but they were off.
When he walked back upstairs, he checked the rest of the rooms and
the locks on the door. Nothing, nobody.
    So maybe it was a breaker problem. Where the
hell were the breakers? Oh, yeah, downstairs. He walked back to the
basement door and went downstairs again. The breaker box was
located in a corner past the dryer. He flipped the light switch so
he could see the breakers in the corner and no light came on.
    Hmm.
    The basement light surely wasn’t on the same
circuit that his stereo was on. That made him wonder if the power
was off. He walked back out the door and flipped the light switch
to the

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