Chapter 37: Chapter 37
Ray stayed seated in the chair, one hand still pressed against his cheek where Julia had slapped him. His face was red and throbbing, but his eyes were locked on her with a mix of deep confusion and anger that was quickly rising to the surface. His chest rose and fell heavily. This whole time he had been trying to stay in control, trying to stay calm, trying to make sense of this insane situation — the so-called crazy monkey, the blowjob Julia clearly remembered, Kevin losing his shit over the phone. But now everything had exploded.
"I didn’t fucking tell Kevin anything," Ray said, his voice getting louder, shaking with emotion. "What the hell are you even talking about?! I didn’t say shit to him! You’re the one who came here, you’re the one who sucked my dick like that, and now you’re accusing me like I’m some asshole trying to ruin your relationship?! I don’t get it — what the fuck are you actually doing?!"
Julia was still standing in front of him with her hands on her hips, breathing hard, eyes burning with anger. But Ray couldn’t pretend to be calm anymore.
In his head, everything was spinning. ’If she thinks sucking my dick was just normal... then...’ Ray swallowed hard, his throat dry. ’This girl is actually psycho. A real fucking slut.’
Julia opened her mouth to fire back, but Ray suddenly stood up. His body was tense, cheek still burning, but his eyes were now full of rage he could no longer hold back.
"That’s enough!" he snapped, voice loud and raw. "I DIDN’T TELL KEVIN SHIT, period! You’re the one who started all this bullshit! You came here, you sucked my dick, you lied about some crazy monkey, and now you’re blaming me?! Who the fuck do you think I am?! You think you can just use me however you want and then throw accusations at me?! I already got slapped and humiliated, and now you’re still acting like this?!"
Ray walked quickly to the front door and yanked it open hard, the sound echoing through the apartment. He pointed sharply toward the hallway outside.
"GET OUT! Right now!" he shouted, his emotions completely exploding. "I’m so fucking done with you! You made me confused, you accused me of shit I didn’t do, you slapped me, and you’re still running your mouth?! Go! Handle your own fucking problems with Kevin! I don’t wanna hear about it anymore!"
Julia took a step back, eyes widening — a mix of anger, shock, and a hint of fear as she saw Ray suddenly turn on her like this. But Ray didn’t care anymore. In that moment, he refused to feel guilty toward the crazy bitch standing in front of him. Even though a small part of him knew he was guilty too — he had accepted the blowjob from someone whose common sense had been altered — right now his heart was hard. He didn’t want to feel bad in front of this unhinged girl.
"OUT!" Ray repeated, his voice low but threatening. "Before I actually drag you out. You and Kevin can sort your own shit out. I’m done getting involved in your mess."
He stood in front of the wide-open door, chest still heaving, cheek still red, eyes blazing. His breathing was ragged from the anger he could no longer control.
Julia stared at him for a long moment, like she couldn’t believe he was actually kicking her out. But Ray didn’t waver. He was too pissed off, too confused, and too fed up to care anymore.
"GO!" he said one last time, voice cold and final.
Ray was still standing in front of the wide-open door, breathing a little heavily. Julia glared at him for a few more seconds like she still wanted to snap back, but in the end she just let out an annoyed huff and turned around, walking away with heavy steps. Her hair was messy, her shirt was still half lifted, but she didn’t care anymore. She just left without saying another word.
Ray shut the door pretty hard, the sound echoing through the apartment. The second it clicked shut, he smacked his own forehead with his palm.
"Fuck... this shit’s getting even crazier," he muttered, shaking his head.
He walked over to the small kitchen, grabbed a glass, and downed some water in one long gulp. His throat was dry as hell after all the yelling. Still holding the glass, he stood there for a moment, staring blankly at the table.
"Damn... she actually remembers the blowjob. She even said it herself," Ray mumbled to himself, his voice a mix of confusion and disgust. "What if she’s been sucking other guys’ dicks this whole time besides Kevin? This is seriously toxic as fuck... crazy ass girl."
Ray let out a long sigh and went back to his cramped room. He sat down again in front of his old, beat-up computer, the screen still on from earlier. He opened a new browser tab, trying to check the specs on the streaming setup he’d been wanting to buy — mic, webcam, lights, and a capture card. He was trying to distract himself, moving the mouse around and scrolling through prices and reviews.
But only a few minutes later, there was another knock on the door.
Knock... Knock.... Knock...
Ray immediately froze. His heart started pounding again.
"Ahh... shit," he muttered under his breath, his face tightening up.
He slowly stood up from the chair, steps hesitant. The first name that popped into his head was obvious.
"Kevin...?"
Ray walked carefully toward the door, his hand pausing on the handle. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. His mind was racing — if this really was Kevin, that meant the guy already knew something and had come straight to his apartment.
With his heart beating fast, Ray opened the door just a little, only enough to peek outside.
But the second he saw who was actually standing there, his expression changed completely.
