Fallen Too Deep

Hey kinky slut ;) how are you?
*warning* ~ A LOT, and A LOT of mature parts towards the end of this chapter, which I will warn you again right before it begins, in case you'd like to skip it because that's not your fortee or whatever but other than that, enjoy!

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No, no. It was all wrong. All of it was wrong. I cocked my head to the side and even closed one eye. Nope.

There was still dust on the carpet in the living room.

I sighed and turned the vacuum on again, not really knowing if it was turned on or not since the music blasting through my earbuds didn't really allow me to hear much.

I'd been meaning to give this apartment a good clean for a while now, and what better time than Sunday cleaning? Kristina wasn't even awake yet, but I was up, bright and early. Then again, I hadn't even really slept much last night and had sweated off my hangover, so that was good.

I had also just finished the third cup of coffee and I felt great. Really ready to start my day.

Vacuuming at 9 in the morning. I had already cleaned my bedroom, the bathroom, and the living room.

Kristina's room and vacuuming was all that was left. Dusting was done and every throw pillow was set and fluffed perfectly.

I bobbed my head to the song playing and moved the chord with my leg, that was bare since I switched into shorts because I had gotten hot while cleaning. I was starting to sweat and knew I would need a shower before I started on laundry.

While I was vacuuming, I noticed that it wasn't picking up anything. I furrowed my brows and kept running the vacuum over the same spot but it wasn't even sticking to it. I looked at where the chord was supposed to be plugged -- key word 'supposed' -- and saw an angry, tired looking Kristina Vincenti holding the chord.

Bed head and all.

I paused my music and took out my ear buds, breathing heavily since cleaning took a lot out of me. What can I say? I was a clean freak, like my mom.

"Good morning!" I grinned big at Kristina who raised her brows at me.

"Good morning? It's 9 in the fucking morning, what the hell are you doing?" She barked at me. Damn. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed...

"Uh, vacuuming. What does it look like?" I pointed to the vacuum. Kristina gave me a fake smile.

"Yeah, I can see that. Why?" She asked me.

"Why not? I woke up early, drank three cups of coffee, and wanted to clean." I shrugged. Kristina sighed and rubbed her eyes as she let go of the chord. I frowned at it since I still had to vacuum that spot...

"Okay, I know you said last night you didn't wanna talk about it, but maybe we should." She said and I frowned. There was nothing to talk about. Not anymore. Talking, bad. Cleaning, good.

"There's nothing to talk about, K, I'd just like to vacuum so we can have a nice, clean apartment. Is that too much to ask for?" I dodged her statement.

"There's a fucking lot to talk about, and you cleaning is not gonna make it go away. But you know what you cleaning will do? Put me in jail for murder." Kristina grumbled.