“Dabi,” His mum called up the stairs.
“WHAT?!” Came the angsty reply.
“DOC’s is here.”
Dabi grunted in annoyance and sauntered down the stairs, giving the two people in uniform a cold stare.
“What now?” He asked in a bored, monotone voice, hands in his pockets.
“Dabi. We have been told your father will be released from prison earlier than expected so we need to move you next week.”
“Next week?!” Dabi was shocked to say the least. “Look, isn’t there another way to do this?!” He asked, his tone held a little bit of exasperation in it.
The man in uniform spoke again.
“We discussed this yesterday with you, this is the only option. Your father is dangerous and mentally unstable- as you are well aware of.”
Dabi winced, painfully aware of his scars.
“We need to put you into witness protection until we can get him behind bars again or deported… somehow.”
“How long am I in witness protection for again?”
“5 months. Minimum.”
“5 months is a hell of a long time to be packed away and hidden. Unable to contact anyone I know or care about.” He said darkly, he only had one person on his mind.
“We are aware of that but this is for your own safety!”
Dabi clicked his tongue against his teeth and looked away.
“What about Mum?” He asked, gesturing to the grey haired lady to his left.
“She’ll be taken with us, we need her to stay with us to help with proceedings and prosecutions.” The man replied.
“So I’m on my own then.” Dabi said angrily.
“Yes and no, we will check in on you from time to time.” The other uniformed person, a lady, said bluntly. “We are processing your new identity now. We will get your new details to you by the end of the week.”
Dabi grunted in frustration and headed back upstairs.
“I’m sorry about him, he’s been very difficult lately.” Dabi’s mother said to the two uniformed people.
“Please don’t apologize, it’s a huge change. There are probably people he doesn’t want to let go of but for this to be successful he needs to cut all ties.” The lady replied.
Later that night you were on your phone, scrolling mindlessly thorough Instagram.
You scrolled past a picture of Dabi then quickly scrolled back to it, smiling like an idiot at your phone.
It was a picture of him shirtless, in the mirror; he had his hand just below the belt line doing the circle game with his thumb and forefinger and had tagged it as “gotcha.”
You shook your head and snorted with amusement.
You stayed on the picture for a while, ogling his fine body. As you surveyed the picture of him shirtless, memories of the things he had done with you rose to the surface.
Flashbacks of you riding him, him eating you out, being grabbed in the library… all ran like an old school reel in your mind.
You could feel the familiar tingle starting in between your legs and work it’s way to your core so you rubbed your thighs together to dissipate some of the tension but it only added to the fire that was now burning hot.
Quickly you put your phone down on the bed beside you and slid a hand down the top of your sweatpants, brushing your fingers lightly over your panties to where your clit was, the soft touch igniting you further.
You lay your head back on the pillow and conjured up images of your intimate times with Dabi as you propped the top of your panties up and slid your hand underneath onto your soft, needy skin.
Eagerly your fingers found your clit and started circling slowly, copying what Dabi had done to you before. You slid your hand further down and found your entrance, pushing 2 fingers inside yourself and pumping slowly.
Slowly you reached for your breast with your other hand, sliding it up under your top and pulling gently on a nipple, again, pretending it was Dabi.
It felt good so a little whimper escaped your throat and you closed your eyes as your head fell back against the pillow.
Suddenly a muffled noise outside your window drew your attention and you opened your eyes and looked over at the blinds. You obviously couldn’t see through them but you were sure you heard something out there.
You lay back again and pretended to keep going with what you were doing, all of your attention on the window.
There was that noise again! You definitely heard it that time.
Quickly you pulled your hand out of your pants and reached for your phone and pretending to scroll through Instagram again as you got up and walking to the bathroom that was right next to your room.
You crept to the bathroom window and peeked through the slats to see into the backyard.
There was someone at your bedroom window, peering inside.
“Who the fuck is that?!”
Your heart was pounding in your chest already.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not Dabi! That’s not his figure.”
You opened a message to Dabi.
“Hey. Is that you outside? That’s not funny asshole.”
Dabi replied instantly.
“Fuck.” You sent back.
“What the fuck?! I’m coming right now,” He replied.
You looked back up and the figure was still there, bobbing their head a bit to see inside your room better.
Against your overwhelming desire to not go back to your room you decided you should, to keep the ‘stalker’ entertained while Dabi was making his way to your house.
You knew that under pressure Dabi could be on your doorstep in less that 10 minutes.
“I can stall till then.” You thought.
Mustering all your courage you walked back into your room casually and dropped back down on the bed. It was eerie knowing someone was watching you and you prayed for Dabi to suddenly become Usain Bolt.
You flicked through your phone, focusing on not looking at the window while you very slowly counted to 10 in your head.
It felt like an eternity when suddenly you heard a yell and a thump outside.
You jumped up and raced down the hall to the back door, angry shouts and cursing rang in the still night as you flung the back door open and ran outside.