Out of Phil's bedroom window, I watched as Mom pulled out of the driveway and left. She hadn't stayed too long after dropping me off there, which was surprising to me. She loved to gossip and loved an audience. Mostly, I figured, there was too much negativity going on with others for her to really be the victim in any way. She did, though, stop briefly to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Bryant. Probably about how I should behave and that she wanted Mrs. Bryant to keep an eye on me. However, I knew more about Phil's mom than mine did. She had often let Amy stay behind closed door in her sons room without bothering them. Because both of my friends had parents that let them be kids and trusted them to stay safe. I rolled my eyes to myself as I let the curtains fall back over the window in front of me. I then turned my attention to the boy brooding in the corner of his bed.

"You really should try and get some sleep," I said, my voice empty.

He looked up at me with an expression that I couldn't tell whether it was anger, confusion, or he was just too lost in thought. "You know I can't," he whispered.

I sighed, taking a seat on the floor, "We talked about this."

Phil let his legs loose from gripping them to his chest and dangled them over the bed. "So you're still going to try and lie to me about how you got that cut?"

I took in a deep breath as I stared back into his unwavering eyes. Well, that approach isn't going to work... Guess I gotta try something else. "Fine," I pouted, throwing my hands into the air before crossing them over my chest. "You're right about the cut."

"I know," he replied, "Why were you so insistent on lying to me?"

"I don't know," I almost yelled. "I guess..." I thanked my lifelong training in fabricating half truths, "I guess I just didn't want to believe that was possible..."

"But it is!" Phil scooted himself to the edge of the bed, letting his feet hit the floor, "and this bastard is killing us all one by one! What I just can't figure out is..." Phil took his face in his hands, taking a thoughtful stance, "is how should we fight him? I won't go to sleep until I know what to do. I've been thinking about what you said about the fire, but I don't know..."

There was a brief silence as both of us thought...except I was thinking about how to get Phil to sleep whilst not being a suspect in his murder and he was no doubt thinking off how to destroy Freddy. I laughed at the thought. Just as I figured something out and opened my mouth, Phil began speaking again.

"How have you been keeping him at bay?"

"Huh?" I was thrown off by the question.

"I know you've been sleeping or you'd be extremely fucking tired," he explained.

I shook my head, answers coming to mind, "I've been having trouble since this," I pointed to the wound on my face, doing my best not to smile at the thought of it. "Besides that...I'm not sure...I really have never dreamt a lot," I lied, "maybe that has something to do with it?"

"Hmm..." Phil was thinking again.

"Either way," I continued, getting up from my spot on the floor and instead taking a seat beside Phil on the bed, "You've been through a lot and do need some sleep if we're going to be able to figure anything out."

"But-"

"I'll sit here and watch," I cut him off. "If you so much as twitch, I'll wake you up." I took a moment to look into his eyes with as loving and understanding an expression as best I could. I gave a little smile and I could feel him easing up.

"Ok," he sighed. "First, we should get some snacks. I'm really very hungry," he had begun standing up.

"No, here," I said, getting up myself and putting a hand on his chest to push him back, "I'll get them. I'll be right back."

"Ok," Phil smiled and leaned back on his bed, closing his eyes as I made my way out of the room.

Mrs. Bryant was in the kitchen washing dishes.

"Hey, Mrs. Bryant," I started.

"Oh," she turned her head, "Hi, sweetie. How is Phil doing?"

I smiled, "better, I think. I got him to agree to try and rest, but he says he needs something on his stomach first."

The woman beamed and immediately dried her hands on the towel over her shoulder, "That is excellent! Thank you so much, dear. Here," she opened a cabinet excitedly and began handing me bags of chips and snack cakes. "Let me get you two some drinks as well."

As she went to the fridge and grabbed two cans of soda, I spoke up again, "Oh and he was wondering if perhaps you had some sleep aid he could use?"

"Oh of course," she answered, pointing back from where I'd come with her empty hand, the other already had hold of a coke can, "There should still be some in the bathroom upstairs."

"Thank you," I smiled, taking the first soda and then the second as she handed them to me.

The woman nodded and turned back to her work. As quietly as I could, I made my way to the bathroom, setting the snacks down on the counter before opening the cabinet and scanning across the contents for the sleep aid. I took it out as soon as I found it, retrieved four pills, and replaced it. With a quick glance around to make sure I was still alone, I put the tablets on the counter, grabbed one of the soda cans, and used it to crush the pills. I then wiped the bottom of the can on my jeans to be sure there was no sign of the powder.
I popped the soda open before brushing the chalked up tablets into the drink with my fingers and then grabbed one of the toothbrushes from beside the faucet, using its handle to stir the concoction up. Lastly, I dried the toothbrush, replaced it, and then made sure there was no residual dust on the counter before popping the second soda open and quickly grabbing all the snacks.

I scurried off to Phil's room to see he was still leaned back on his bed, his eyes shut. He shot them open at the sound of his door opening though. I smiled, dropping the food onto his bed and handing him the tampered soda while taking a gulp from the other,hoping he wouldn't complain that the drinks were already open. He didn't though, only smiled back and took a generous swallow. I started to sit back down on the floor, but was stopped when he began brushing the snacks to the foot of his bed and retrieved his legs, one falling off the side and the other laid straight on the very edge of the side opposite me.

"Here," he smiled, "Sorry I don't have any chairs, but you're tired too and the floors uncomfortable."

I grinned at the sweet gesture, not refusing the kindness and sitting awkwardly on his bed, feet on the floor. He stayed with one leg behind me; I could feel it resting against my lower back. I took a sip of my drink. The position seemed oddly intimate though it may have just been that I wasn't used to this sort of company...alone with a guy, I meant. But I soon found out that initial feeling hadn't been wrong because I felt his gaze on me as I continued small, nervous sips of the soda.

"Frankie," Phil spoke suddenly, putting his soda on the nightstand beside him and letting his other leg so it was on the bed as well, bent to the side in between us. He leaned forward, closer to me.

I raised my eyebrow, "Yeah?"

"I just...my expression seemed to put a dent in his confidence, "Wh-why did you kiss me?"

My head spin away from him, dodging his gaze as I began thumbing the can in my lap. "I...I don't know... I just..."

I felt the boys straightens leg bend and curl around me as he inched his body closer to me. Shit. Now what? I couldn't leave without him sleeping. If I hurt his feelings, he might resist sleep again, but the same could be happen if I led him on... I had kissed him because I'd been thinking about...suffering...and he was right there. I couldn't deny he was handsome, but... My loneliness had been filled. I knew where my desires lied now... Shit.

I put my soda on the ground at the foot of the bed and turned to Phil, "I was lonely..." I admitted, "But it was wrong of me to do that to you...with everything that has happened, you know..."

His smile was so sweet. He put a hand on my knee and looked softly back into my eyes, "Yeah, me too," he whispered.

I couldn't look away... I might have darker interests, but the idea of touching him... It didn't seem so bad. It actually felt inviting. Especially with that look in his eye... It might have been out of loneliness, but it was still desire. And, being new to such things, I was still curious. He raised his hand from my knee and caressed my face, careful not to hit the cut on my cheek. I was the one that leaned in then and just like before, we were locked by the lips, eyes closed. I felt his tongue slide inside my mouth and likewise I gave him mine. Bit this time...it was different. Stronger, more confident on both ends.

I found myself pulling my legs up onto the bed, hands on his chest pushing him back. Our lips disconnected as he lowered himself to lay down on the mattress just as my hands had silently commanded. He smiled up at me, arms up and hands grabbing hold of my waist as I crept closer, legs split with my groin resting just above his stomach. As I leaned down, putting our lips together again, I felt his hands slide beneath my shirt, feeling up to my breasts and firmly grabbing them.

I moaned lightly, breath hitting his open mouth, our lips grazing one another as we stared into each other's eyes. His brown eyes were deep and full of emotion...so different from Freddy's... The thought of the dream demon shifted my mind away from what I was doing and what I was supposed to be doing.

"What is it?" Phil breathed. He must have seen the change in me.

"Nothing," I grinned, pressing my lips back against his quickly before glancing to make sure I had closed the door upon my return. I then straightened myself so that our bodies were twined yet perpendicular, and I slowly eased my knees down the bed...until his groin was directly under my hands. I could see the bulge in his pants and shot a grin at him before reaching to unzip him.

He made a small noise as if he were going to protest, but he didn't. He only watched expectantly as I undid his jeans, pulling each side away and softly taking grasp of his ever-hardening digit and wriggling my hands inside his boxers to free him. I heard him inhale sharply once he was exposed. I wasn't sure about how big was normal, but to my virgin eyes...he seemed quite large. I then reached down and unzipped my own pants, wishing I had worn a skirt... Fortunately my mom had a strict rule against tight jeans so it wasn't too hard to inch the fabric halfway down my thighs. There was a small twinge in my mind as I feared for getting caught, but the bigger part of me had a goal in mind... Two goals, actually... To do what I needed for Freddy... And somehow I was entirely craving the experience with sex. I wasn't sure if actual, by the book definition of sex, would ever happen with Freddy. At any rate, it wouldn't be normal.

I pulled my panties to the side and eased back on top of him. As I leaned back down so our faces were near, I could see longing desire on his face. I didn't actually know if he and Amy had had sex although I had the feeling they had. I knew they had made out and messed around, but had never really asked or anything... He was in high school though...handsome...he had friends and he and Amy had been together for years. Surely they'd had sex...or at least he had.

I wasn't overly worried about it though because WE were the ones about to have sex. And that actually involved me. I moved my hips up and down just slightly to brush my other lips against his erect head. The sensation was pleasurable even if not painful. His face showed me he thought so too. Slowly, I began easing myself further and further down him. I had masturbate and made myself bleed, but I wasn't convinced I had ever broken completely through... Guess we'd find out...

I pushed down to a point where it started to hurt and paused when his head seemed to hit a wall. Hm... I was still intact, I guess. He looked nervous at my hesitation, bit before he could breathe, I began pushing again. I grunted at the first pain. It wasn't unwanted, just unusual. But I had paused again.

"Are you..." he asked suddenly.

"I-uh-" I stammered. He had caught me off guard. Then he did something unexpected.

He pushed me off.

I sat on the bed, pants down, staring at him in confusion as he sat up and fell back against the headboard, "Frankie, I don't want to... I'm not the person that should do that to you."

I knew the gesture was exceedingly kind...but it was entirely unwanted. I wanted to fuck him. I was even clenching! And I knew he wanted to fuck me too. "Shuttup, Phil," I growled and without really thinking, was climbing back on top of him.

"Frankie!" he yelled in a hushed tone, trying to gently push me back away, but I fought back. It was stupid. I knew he was stronger than me, but...I kept forcing back against him, pressing with all my might on his shoulders, fingers digging in, our groins touching again. He was still hard, but I could feel he was softening. Just as I thought he was starting to gain control over me, I heard cackling.

Freddy appeared behind my target, head jutting like a ghost out of the wall. He placed his hands on top of mine, using his own strength to keep the boy on the bed underneath me. Phil couldn't see Freddy... I repositioned myself, sliding my lips and then my walls around his weakening erection. I rose my hips and thrust them forcefully downward. Once...twice...and I felt him break through, could feel moisture dripping.

"Frankie, get off," his voice was almost a cry, bit he didn't call for help.

And I didn't stop.

I kept moving my hips up and down, feeling him naturally become hard again inside me. I kept looking from Freddy down to the boy beneath me. He was moaning, but it sounded like strained, desperate cries rather than sounds of pleasure. Bit I know it had to feel good. I felt good. And Freddy was grinning evil above the boy, watching me take my pleasure from him. I kept in my motion until I felt one final clench, a burst of released energy from within me, and then several constant, uncontrollable clenches afterward... Only then did I begin easing my grip...and so did Freddy, who immediately disappeared as Phil was finally able to push me off of him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:: Chapter originally written 10/31/2015
Chapter rewritten 11/3/2017