Chapter 3 No.3

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Khloe is smocking on the bed. She plays with the smoke that comes out of her mouth. She is trying to make a donut with the smoke, but she can't. Her blond gold hair is messy; a lock of hair is covering her left eye. The makeup that adorned her baby face is now scattered at the savannas and the pillows. Khloe covers her breast with her right arm.

Scott is in the bathroom getting ready his body for another two hours of rude sex. It has been 4 years of celibacy not sought that he is willing to bury it forever. The young man is determined to kiss, touch or lick every single inch of Khloe's body.

Khloe's cigarette is over. Quickly, the girl looks for another at the nightstand, exposing her breasts, perfect and wet. Scott comes out of the bathroom at the same time. He gets hypnotized with the picture of Khloe on the bed with the new cigarette between her fleshy lips. Khloe's boobs dances like they are being moving for some invisible hand that shakes dough to make bread. The girl realizes the power she has over Scoot. Softly, she extends her hand inviting him to bed. He accepts the invitation, now he is a castaway that gives himself to the almighty ocean.

The door of the bedroom opens slowly; the couple doesn't note it, because they're lost on an apocalyptic sexual debauchery. The wolf snarls showing all his fangs. Khloe poked her eyes over Scott's naked and sweaty back and sees the animal ready to attack. She screams.

"Nooo!!" Khloe Screamed. She pushes Scott away from her. He falls to the ground. The wolf jumps on the bed ready to devour the woman. She covers her eyes with her hands, ready to die.

Scott takes a baseball bat and hits the animal on its head. The wolf moans in pain with its head with blood all over it. Khloe pushes the animal to the floor.

Khloe:

D-D-D-D-Did you kill it?

Scott:

I guess so…

Two other wolves enter to the bedroom showing their fangs ready to strike. Scott takes Khloe's hand, the wolves jump to the bed; the couple runs to the bathroom and closes the door.

The wolves scratch the door violently. The animals are so strong that it seems that the bathroom door will give way at any moment. Khloe hugs Scott; both have begun to mourn, predicting a fatal outcome.

Suddenly the noise made by the animals ceases. A deafening silence fills the bathroom, the cabin, and the surroundings. Scott stands up and walks to the door.

Khloe:

Don't!

Scott:

Shhh!!! I think they left.

Scott opens the door slowly, and gives a quick look into the room. The animals are gone.

Scott:

(To Khloe)

Come… It is safe out here.

Khloe:

Are you sure?

Scott:

Yeah baby, I'm sure!

Khloe enters to the bedroom and gets some clothes; a short and a small shirt. Scott puts the bat on the bed and does the same thing.

Scott:

We have to go down stairs.

Khloe:

Are you crazy? No!

Scott:

We have to go! They will be back!

Khloe:

What do you suggest?

Scott:

We have to go to the car and get the hell out of here!

Khloe:

Alright, ok.

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The wooden staircase creaks with every steps that Scott and his girl made.

Scott:

I think we have to call the police.

Khloe stops.

Khloe:

No! Not the police!

Scott:

Why not?

Khloe:

'Cause if you talk with the police, my husband will know it, and I told him that…

Scott:

Wait! Wait! Are you married?!

Khloe:

Yeah, I thought you knew, everybody knows.

Scott:

I didn't know!

Khloe:

But, that information is on my Facebook profile!

Scott:

I don't use Facebook!

Khloe:

Chill out! It's not a big deal!

Scott:

It is! You are married! I am the other one…

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There's no sign of the wolves on the first floor. The door is open; the red baggage is on the floor.

Khloe:

Are, Are you mad with me?

Scott:

Me? No, I'm not, at all.

Khloe:

I think, you are mad with me!

Scott:

No! I'm not; you're married so, what!

Khloe:

You know, I do have feelings for you, Scott.

Scott:

Yep, I know, me too.

Khloe:

Maybe, we… just can work it out on something… and maybe, if you want to, we may continue with this relationship. Don't you think?

Scott:

Yes, you're right.

An awkward silence is shown between the couple; Scott is thinking in move to other city or country so far away from her. Khloe is thinking in: "God… he's never going to call me again!"

Suddenly, Scott watches his phone on the table.

Scott:

What the hell is doing that thing here?!

Khloe:

What?