Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 24: (Melissa)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 24: (Melissa) - Following a traumatic accident, Kal returns home with a gap in his memories. Strange dreams plague him as uncontrollable urges begin to rise.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Paranormal Were animal Sister Cream Pie First Oral Sex
“Mgphn.”
Melissa batted blindly at the source of the annoyingly chipper woodwind piping, her fancy new digital clock playfully dodging her best efforts at finding it. While not as jarring as the klaxon of the old one, this tune was almost worse, as if morning songbirds had found an abandoned set of flutes and taught themselves to serenade one another.
Miss Emily had been right about one thing, Melissa could begrudgingly admit once she’d strangled the clock into silence; waking in annoyance rather than in dread of an alarm that triggered every fight-or-flight response in her body was infinitely more preferable.
... still didn’t mean she was right about anything else...
Melissa’s head hung limply like she didn’t have any neck muscles as she sat up, red hair somehow barely mussed from her sleep.
Well, one other thing she’d been right about; Melissa hadn’t slept this well in years. Without that subconscious fear of awakening to that buzzing shriek of an alarm, she actually hadn’t been tossing and turning all night, able to sleep for a solid eight hours. Her eyes didn’t feel puffy, and while she grumbled at still having to get up, her body didn’t feel like a wet bag of cement that needed to settle.
“Fine, fine,” she muttered to herself, rubbing her face to get the sleep from her eyes. “You win this round, Miss Emily.”
The most annoying thing about Miss Emily was how helpful her advice was. Not about grief or coping, which they hadn’t even really gotten into yet, but rather just normal life stuff like having a regular sleep schedule, cutting back on caffeine, and journaling.
Journaling ... pft.
Scoff as she might, Melissa still pulled her journal from the nightstand, clicking the pen like she was going to stab someone.
“Dear Miss Know-it-all,” she began, dictating to herself in a prissy facsimile of a British accent that Miss Emily didn’t even speak with. “Today I woke up and didn’t even dream, so there’s nothing to dissect. What a shame. I guess I’m cured. No need to look further. The end.”
The final period gouged deep into the paper leaving a dimple on the following several pages.
Blowing an errant strand of hair from her face, Melissa brought the pen to the next line with an annoyed grumble. She fell silent, the only sound in the room the scratching of the pen.
Kal didn’t come home last night, at least, not while I was still awake. I guess he and Natalie are finally a thing. I’m glad. Really. He needed someone.
I missed him. It wasn’t the same here without him. Everything felt so hollow. I tried to fill that void, but
Melissa’s pen hovered over the last entry, the urge to cross it out nearly getting the better of her. Rather than finish the thought, she shifted to other topics.
Is it weird that I feel jealous? It’s weird. I’m not jealous of Natalie, really. More of Kaylie. She can just ... hang on him when he’s here. And he lets her. And, yeah, he can be all gooey and lovey-dovey with me, but it’s not the same.
He loves me, I know.
I’m just being weird.
Shut up.
Shutting the journal, Melissa’s face blazed with embarrassment of having written something so ... teenage girlish ... so cringe.
Stuffing the journal as far back in the drawer as she could, Melissa once more resolved herself to die before she ever showed it to anyone, let alone Miss Emily.
Hopping from her bed, Melissa hummed to herself as she went through her morning routine, as well as pulling on comfortable jeans and an oversized sweater she’d stolen from Kal.
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