Living Forest (7 page)

Re-gripping the pole, the song Troublemaker by Olly Murs ft. Flo Rida begins to play through the speakers. Her hips thrust in a different manner circling, shaking, and rubbing up then down, back and forth, all around. My body trembles with arousing pressure to the point that I can barely hold my exploding urge back. Amanda quickly flips around, straddles me, rubs her entire body upon mine, and then presses her lips softly on my lips.

Our tongues touch once again producing the same fireworks I felt upon the top of the tree house. A perplexing thought haunts me,

“How can this be? How can this be real?”

We continue to kiss. Her hands move down my sides, she leans back, and pulls my shirt off of me. Her body begins to move on the top of me like a belly dancer flowing to the song called, OMG by Usher ft. will.i.am. Her fingers flow through her hair, she looks up in pleasure, her breathing becomes shoddy as if nearly striking pleasure upon herself, but still feeling the lack of me inside her.

Reaching down with her hands, she unbuckles my belt. Placing her right hand upon my chest, pressing her body upon mine, she rubs herself profusely on me. Her other hand quickly, but carefully unbuttons my tight jeans. She seductively moves them down towards my hips, making the notion that it’s now time to strip. Grabbing my jeans, I quickly slide them off, and then I lean to the side of Amanda pulling on a loose string to her green bikini. Leaning to the other side, I pull the remaining string needed for me to watch the bikini fall to the floor revealing the private, but goddess like sculpted section of Amanda’s body.

We both gaze intently into each other’s eyes. Amanda, riding slowly back and forth causes warm juices to flow on my lower body. It wasn’t from me, but her. Thrusting her hips all around flowing with the music, she continues to massage my pulsating private with her throbbing piece of heaven. I can feel her skin stretch around it as she forces me inside her. Warm juices begin to flow again completely soaking the leather chair causing it to get slick. Slowly she continues to inch her way further down. With each thrusting movement, moans of deep pleasure bellows from her colliding with the song.

For a moment my focus gets taken away from Amanda. I can hear people cheering then a loud mouth yelling through the door,

“Get some, get some.”

The doorknob jiggles,

“Clang, clack, click”

A quick brush of wind flows through, and William charges into the room. He quickly treads within four feet from the chair before he begins realizing the events that are taking place. A more urgent look, the look that is painted on Williams face during his uninvited barge, plays in slow motion as it begins to slope towards the ground. Jaws open and choking for air, William looks like he’s been hit in the gut by a brick.

Heavily panting, feeling full shock, William stutters,

“Wuh, wuh, we, well… umm,”

William coughs and then takes a deep breath. Before racing towards the door, his voice teeming with shock says,

“Well, umm… see me when you’re finished. Okay now, nice chat, bye.”

Running towards the door, William’s left foot gets caught up on his right. Knees buckle, left ankle twists inward, right ankle twists out, and somehow his head flies forward as if trying to do a handspring without his hands up. His large belly saves him from a near catastrophic face plant. The impact with William’s momentum sends him to bouncing, skidding, and flopping across the floor into the edge of the door. The door catches underneath his chin and forces his neck behind him. William looks as if he knocked himself unconscious, now lying on the floor inside the VIP room.

Laughter fills the room, quickly becoming all I can hear. Not at me, I think everyone is aroused and turned on by Amanda and I, many fingers remain pointing down at William. At least until one woman, standing closely to the door, tries to wake up William. I’m still held down in shock from being caught having sex while losing my virginity. Amanda pries herself beside me, trying to cover up with my body, leaving me exposed to the public. A heart wrenching screech easily pierces through the cackling,

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh”

The shrieking scream flows from the close standing woman. She’s a news reporter for FOX news that quickly notices blood pouring out on the floor and his spine poking through the skin of his neck. His jaw is disfigured and crushed from the impact. William is dead!

Many pictures and videos are taken during this entire incident. Amanda quickly clothes herself while using me for cover. Flash after flash flickers. My clothes can’t be found to clothe myself, still the flashing continues. Paramedics quickly respond as if they’re already Froggy and awaiting even the slightest of cuts with anticipation, but with the near impenetrable crowd they find it impossible to get close to the room.

Is human nature this awful and vile? What I mean is, why would everyone be fighting to take pictures and videos, going paparazzi is what I call it, rather than do what’s right. The right thing would be to let the paramedics do their job, and also console those affected by this freak accident. The right thing seems to leave many in a time like this, as shown now. Seems compassion only comes after their story.

A few people with their wits about them weave through the crowd. The music stars are the individuals that take the first stand. It may have taken them a while, only because it can be difficult to press through the media at times. The stars, fastest to react to the riot, are moving the media and lingering bodies out of the paramedics path. Amanda and I quickly become surrounded for cover after just over ten minutes worth of shock, tears, and chills from the exposure of nudity. Dragged away and rushed through crowds of people, we find ourselves in the luxurious room of a prestigiously famous movie star.

A towel hits me in the chest. A male voice weakly states as if degraded by the sight of my nakedness.

“Wear this.”

A more feminine male voice quickly replies,

“No, this will look more presentable. I swear it’s just the right size for you hun.”

The clothes land on the floor just in front of me. Nearly as fast as they fall, I move to match the same speed putting them on. Not because of the odd man that tossed them at me, but because I finally come to the realization that I have none on. A black silk dress coated in gold flakes and diamond beads tightly presses against Amanda’s chest to hips. From the hips to just above her ankles her dress lingers loosely, if she spins a perfect circle would form. She looks like she’s receiving a make over, now matching shoes are being placed upon her feet.

The thin black trousers that I finish buttoning fits like a good dream. Socks and shoes tumble across the floor, stopping just before touching my toes. The jealous and weak male voice quickly says,

“What, these were your shoes right?”

Being grateful I say,

“Yeah, thanks.”

I said nothing more. I’m just glad I have something to cover me with. I would’ve been happy with the towel, but clothes are more comforting.

Buttoning up my shirt, I look up. Everyone’s wearing black, and people are perpetually weeping. Continually I’m reminded that we’re still on the ship, as waves start turning my stomach. Nearly screaming, as you would when trying to talk through a loud crowd of people, but very few words have been said by anyone while in this room.

“Wait! Everyone stop. What just happened?”

A strict female voice strongly addresses,

“Now just wait a minute, who in the hell do you think you are?”

Calming down and still lost,

“My name is Hollister Wolf. William was my adopted father.”

Saying this, even tears pause at the shocking truth. Even though William has only been my father for almost four years, he’s been like an uncle to me most of my life.

The strict female, now looking down like she’s mentally scolding herself, responds sorrowfully,

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I had no idea you poor thing.”

Tears begin to shed from the right side of my face. I now realize the truth, William is dead. Buzzing sounds of a helicopter overhead leaves the cruise ship.

A low soft spoken female voice lightly speaks from the far corner of the room,

“They must be taking him to the hospital now.”

I break down after hearing her near silent words. This kind of mental breaking has never happened to me before, but just now I’ve lost everything and everyone I’ve ever cared about. Mentally fucked, I’m still not sure if Amanda is even really the Amanda I knew from my past.

The feminine male voice speaks as if knowing something needs to be done to help ease some tension, and comfort a person who now looks like they have nothing to live for.

“Awe… I think we all need a group hug.”

Looking up, a crowd of people is gathered around me hugging. I feel like I’m suffocating in a football huddle. Tears from others drip down on the laminate flooring long after my tear well dries up. I manage to intertwine myself through the gathering, rushing through the door leading outside in search for some fresh air.

Chapter Six

Standing on the port side of the ship, I receive a brief moment of silence to process my thoughts. Inhaling the scent of the open sea, feeling pounding rays of the sun, my senses feel keener now to the surroundings. Well enough, I can faintly hear a commotion emanating from the deck underneath my feet.

Thinking to myself,

“I can’t handle any more surprises.”

Near silent screams flow through the stairwell leading to a lower level.

“Stop, stop… quit”

I walk the direction of the noise only to hear near rioting. Seeing a path to my right that leads to the other end of the ship, this quickly becomes my escape route. Nearing the top of the ship, one level down from the VIP section is where I’m at now. A path runs beside the ship with guardrails. Once around the massive VIP section, I approach a ladder leading to the top of the ship where a helicopter landing pad is.

Sitting on just one of the helipads this ship has, I faintly hear a helicopter flying in the distance. Knowing there are many other landing pads, I lay back and enjoy oceanic sounds without the screams of people involved. I’m sure if they felt ready to die like I do, they may be in their quiet place right now debating any options they have left.

Nearly everyone encapsulated within the ship walls right now feel drawn in one aspect or another to this drama. You have the weeping group which Hollister managed to escape. Then the belligerent drunken fighters brawl their way through the crowd, gathering spectators, earning the spot as the official riot starters. Many people bitch and complain at the turn of events, not for the incidents occurring, but at the loss of time and money. Who cares if someone is going to set the ship on fire as long as I get my money back, right? This is the awkward attitude which the mass expresses. Very few remain outside of conflict, and those who are become constantly pressured to join up in someone else’s fiasco.

Of all areas on this ship to land, the helicopter approaches me.

“Maybe they think I’m some kind of lazy landing operator sleeping on the job.”

Standing up with the why me attitude, written on the side of the helicopter I notice the word,

“POLICE”

The only legible action appearing in my scrambling thoughts quickly becomes null and void.

“Shit! They are moving too fast for me to hide.”

An officer speaks reassuringly to me through a megaphone. No longer do I feel the need to run.

“This is the Biloxi Police Department. Do not move for your safety, we’re sending officers down to help.”

Watching the police officer repel out of the helicopter, he lands a few feet from me. The officer begins yelling at me because of the loud whipping noise produced by the closely hovering helicopter.

“Excuse me sir, are you okay?”

Breaking down into tears while speaking, the officer knows there’s something seriously wrong happening right now.

“No, I’m not okay.”

The officer radios the helicopter,

“He’s just a kid, bring it down. I have a feeling this is a bigger mess than what the boss knows about.”

A short pause is broken,

“Rodger that. Should I call in the fleet?”

Without hesitation,

“Bring it down so we can ask the kid.”

Moments later, the helicopter engine slows down enough to hear the officer speak. Asking rushingly,

“Hey kid, what’s going on here?”

Yelling while breaking down,

“My adopted father died, riots are happening on the ship, and there are now many photos and videos of me having sex for the first time.”

Asking as if looking for me to begin with,

“Are you Hollister Wolf?”

A few whimpers flow out of me before I say,

“Yes, am I going to jail?”

The officer kindly laughed,

“No Mr. Wolf, but you’re the first person to ride the helicopter back to mainland. District Attorney Jordan needs to see you at the hospital.”

Quickly I reply,