Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

“Thanks for coming so quickly, I know this is the last place…”

“Shut up Damon, I’m here, like you asked, now, what the fuck do you want,” she says as she throws her bag to the ground and tumbles into the seat opposite him.

“I-I-I..”

“You what?” her eyes burn at him like hot daggers, and he feels a lump expand in his throat as he tries to swallow.

“Please, Sally, I need you to listen to me, I’m sorry for all the shit that happened between us, I really am, but, you’re my best friend, and I really need you right now.”

She laughs and rolls her eyes in her head, “Fuck you Damon, you call me out of the blue, for the first time in two months since you blew me off for Debbie Morgan, two fucking months, I’ve called you like fifty times and you haven’t even answered once, and now, you want me to be your friend? Where was you when I need my best friend? What were you doing? Being a shit Damon, that’s where you were, arsehole,” she says as she crosses her arms and leans back in the seat.

“I’m sorry, really Sal, I am, but I didn’t want to get you involved, I though maybe I could handle it on my own, but I was wrong, I need you, and I promise, I swear, I’ll never shut you out again,” he says, tears streaming down his face.

She relaxes her arms, her face softens, and her eyes show concern, “What the fuck is going on Damon?”

“It’s better if I show you first,” he says, as he looks around the small coffee shop, and leans across the table. “But, not here, somewhere private.”

“What the fuck?”

“I promise, I’ll tell you everything, but I really need to show you first.”

“You’re not going to show me your cock are you?”

“What? Why do you think that?”

“Because you’ve been readjusting your junk the whole fucking time I’ve been sitting here, you don’t have herpes or anything like that do you?”

“Not herpes…” He says as he goes bright red, blood rushing to his cheeks.

“But what?”

“I don’t know,” he says as he hangs his head in embarrassment.

“What the fuck do you mean, you don’t know?”

“Exactly what I said, I don’t know.”

“Have you been to a doctor?”

“When it first started, they did all sorts of tests, but I never went back, not once it started to get worse.”

“Worse?”

“Yeah, it’s got, bigger, I guess is the best way to put it.”

“What? Your cock?”

“Everything down there.”

“Well, show me then.”

“Can we do it somewhere else, I’d rather…”

“Just fucking pull your pants down, I know it’s not the way either of us wanted this moment to be, but just show me,” she says sternly.

“Either of us wanted this moment to be?”

She rolls her eyes again and smiles nervously, “Don’t be a dick Damon, I’m a girl, you’re a guy, we’ve know each other since we were five, don’t tell me you’ve never been curious to see what’s under my top?”

“Yeah, but, I’m a guy.”

“And what? Girls can’t think dirty thoughts?”

He looks around the room and swallows before turning back to her, “So, are you sure?”

“I asked, didn’t I?” she says as she awkwardly shuffles in her seat.

“I know, it’s just, I never expected you to want to see it, not mine anyway,” he says as he stands in front of her and pulls down his pants.

“WOW,” she says, one of the ladies at the table behind them drops her cup of coffee, while another crashes to the ground unconscious.

 

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You can read the original 50 Word Story here, I’d be interested in what you think of the full story that came from the short.