The Lunacy of Tyler Lockhart - Free To Read

Tyler

To a lot of people boredom would drive them to do normal things, like watching television, reading a book, listening to music, cooking etc. The definition of boredom was a little different to me. It often led towards me doing a number of hazardous things. Boredom to me was like a disease that had absolutely no cure.

I looked at the naked woman in my bed.

Sarah.

Sarah had lovely big breasts, kind of like those women you saw in porn websites; she was a total package with a nice curvy ass and luscious pink lips. Being a commercial air pilot, women were attracted to me without me even trying and sure I’d taken full advantage of that fact. Sarah was also a good friend, but that’s all she was; a friend who allowed me to fuck her every once a while.

She was sleeping face down in the pillow, her dark hair sprawled around her. I had this urge, this undying urge to choke her.

I ran a hand through my hair and picked up my phone from the table to distract myself. It flashed twenty missed calls and twelve text messages. All of them were from home.

The time on the clock read two am in the morning, I picked up my discarded clothes and began dressing up. I decided to take a shower back at my apartment because being around Sarah was proving to be dangerous.

Mom always told me to write all my thoughts down in a diary instead of acting on it; for example my impulses and my urges. I was so blunt with my speech that it sometimes scared me. I wasn’t scared of what people would think of me.

I was scared that they would find out who I really was.

There were two sides of Tyler Lockhart. One that I showed to people, the other that I tried to keep buried inside me, the side of me that tried to resurface, the side that was a demon reincarnate.

I pulled the t-shirt one and began buttoning the jeans which is when I heard Sarah groan in bed. She turned around to face me, her hand raised towards me. “Come back to my bed, Captain.” She drawled, grinning.

Sarah worked as a flight attendant, and we worked in the same airline. Before we’d started this ‘friends with benefits’ kinda relationship, I’d been discreet with what I was looking for and it sure wasn’t a woman who’d want something more than that. I’d been clear from the very start that I enjoyed her company as a friend, told her she was gorgeous and would like to fuck her from time to time if she allowed me. At first Sarah at laughed and even thought I was joking, eventually she’d given in. She said it appealed to her how honest I was.

I’d never lied to her. Not once. Never said I loved her, or that the friendship would be something more just because we were having sex, and she’d quite understanding throughout the six months.

“I’m going back home tomorrow.” I stated.

Her jolly expression turned serious, “When will you come back to London?”

“I’m not sure love.” I said, and then added. “My family needs me.”

“What happened?” she asked.