Night Club-ZaDr-Part3

I had made my way to a 24 hour opened restaurant, as I drinking some nice warm tea to relax my frantic racing mind. I just had left my girlfriend's home, and she has been calling my phone for 3 hours, from when I left! 3 hours I've been gone. Roaming the streets, and sitting in this restaurant. I didn't answer one call.

I'm scared shitless! Emily could have called the cops on me, coming up with some crazy ass lie of how I was the abuser, instead of her, just to see me suffer in jail, wasting my life away. And worse of all, I would lose my job from owing time in jail, then I would have no life after that. A homeless man in a nice suit that he wore from day one.

Okay, maybe I am over thinking this. But my mind is bouncing with horrible things right now. I pushed Emily too far with what I said, if I turned back around and went home, my ass would be in a sling for months from all her ass kicking abuse. My legs would be broken or sawed off! Or my tongue ripped out. Okay, still...over thinking it. But you get the idea. I'm going to be beaten again if I go back. If I go back now, I won't ever be able to leave. At least I had my wallet and phone. All I need, because nothing at the apparent is worth searching through for money or anything very personal or important.

I reached into my pocket to get my wallet out, to pay for my tea and head on out to roam the streets some more until I find another 24 hour restaurant, or get gang raped and murdered by some homeless people.

From all these thoughts. I believe I have depression. Should get pills for that, if my life is worth living to try and help it.

In my pocket was a lose piece of paper, and neatly folded from the touch. I don't remember having this, but I guessed it was a old To-Do list for work. I pulled it out along with my wallet, checking the piece of paper first. It was pink and tightly folded. I found this odd. I've used pink paper before, for work stuff, but never do I fold my papers so tightly. I undid it, seeing a sharply written phone number on it, and above it, it read in bold sharp letters. "LEAVE HER." With a black heart beside the words.

Okay, this HAD to be Zim's doing. The man who I met at the bar. I know of no one who would right this and put a heart. Emily never wrote things to me with hearts. Well, I fallowed one step for Zim, unknowingly. . .Next, all I had to do is call him. Possibly, he would allow me to stay at his place for a couple of nights, or even one will do, until I figure things out for myself.

After dialing his number, it rang for a bit. My heart was racing quickly, I was nervous that he wouldn't answer. Or what I would say if he did answer. Or this wasn't his number. Or-

"Why hello Dib~" Came his smooth voice, and I just knew he had that sly smirk on his face.
"This IS Zim right? Or a Phone Sex Service?"
"Which one would you like?"
"Zim."
"Yes, it's Zim you dumbass. What do you need? Your girlfriend didn't beat you up too bad, did she?" Zim said, his voice going more concern and less seducing.
I sighed. "We got in a fight, and I have nowhere else to go. I've been wondering the streets and sitting at this Restaurant for three hours now."
"Wow, okay. You can come to Zim's home. Want Zim to give you his address, or meet up with you?"
"Can you drive me home?"
"I own no car, so either way, you're walking."

I wrote down Zim's address, and he lived in an apartment. I headed out after paying for my  tea. I was getting drozy. I should have had coffee instead of tea.

After finding his address, which wasn't too far away from the restaurant, but was a fair trek, I knocked on his door. Heart racing with nervousness. Zim opened the door, and I looked at him with a blank stare. He wore red boxers and that was it as he held the door open. It wasn't his half nakedness making me speechless (partly, yes), but it not knowing what to say or do.

"Hello Dib, come in...unless your a zombie, like you seem to be." Zim said and walked into his home, leaving the door open for me. I walked in and shut the door behind me. His apartment was fairly nice. Mostly maroon reds, pinks, and dark purples were his theme. It made me feel flustered and uneasy with how...mood setting his house was. "Umm...Zim, you aren't some sort of porn star, hooker, are you?" I asked, getting uncomfortable here a bit with that in mind.

Zim sighed and looked at me like I was dumb. "Still a virgin. Just a skilled smooth talker. Now sit." He commanded, so smoothly. I sat down beside him as he looked at me, from his comfortable position on the couch. "Need to rant, go ahead. I pay you by the minute." He winked.

I frowned and got up. "Okay- Thanks Zim for trying to be helpful!" I said, rushing to the door, a bit annoyed with this green man. Zim laughed and grabbed my arm gently. "Zim is simply kidding! I am no hooker, or prositute. I do want to help you, now come, and please sit." Zim took my hand gently and  led me back to the couch. I sighed. Why did I sit down? Well, I did it anyways.

I was back down on the couch, frowning in disappointment. "I don't need to rant, I just need a place to stay for tonight, or maybe a few more nights."
"How long have you been with Emily?"
I was shocked by the change of subject, but answered. "6 years."
"Fuck. Okay, rant to me. You have shit to spill. I want you to be less stressed, I know you are. You're being fucking abused by a girlfriend for 6 years."
"Abused for 3 years actually, she hasn't been that way forever." I was actually surprised with how much he cared.
"Still, 3 years is too much! Rant, tell me everything. You need someone to talk to." Zim sounded calm now, less pissed off with the fact I was being abused for 3 years. He actually, and strangely, cared.

After an hour of ranting to Zim about how I've been abused, and even sometimes, raped by my girlfriend, I began to break down.
"A-And...She got rid...of my...only and favorite cat! I loved that damn cat..." Oooh yeah, I'm pathetic.
I sobbed into Zim's chest. Oh yes, look at me, glowing with pathetic!

Zim held me close, shushing me and rubbing down my back in comfort. "I...I just wanna be loooved!" I whined and sobbed, while looking up at Zim pathetically.

Soon, I felt his warm hands touch my face, and he frowned at me, giving me pity. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. I had jumped from the simple and gentle kiss, or thought I did. I for some reason didn't pull away from his lips. I was locked into them, in confusion. I have never kissed anyone else, other than Emily. Never been in someone's arms like this before, other than Emily.

Zim didn't pull away, but kissed me again, then a third time, adding his tongue with the his kisses. I felt his tongue easily slip into my mouth. Heat zapping from my stomach, then through my blood stream as I felt the inside of his wet lips. My face heated. I...I don't remember the last time I did this with Emily. I couldn't find myself to stop either. I knew I was cheating, and this was wrong. But. . . It's not too bad to grow a tail and some horns, right?

I felt Zim pulling away from my lack of kissing back. I frowned at this as he looked away calmly. I felt bad, and I needed his kiss and love more than ever. Yes, he was a stranger, but I felt only love and care in his kiss and no lust. Mostly when he pulled away so calmly to continue to stroke my back and comfort me. I kissed his cheek, asking for more kisses. He didn't respond. I have him more, inching closer to his mouth, getting very nervous as I drew closer. Soon, his lips gently locked with mine and we were at it again.

I could taste his mouth, it tasted sweet and I loved it. Deeper I pressed into his thin green lips. I wanted to feel more of his mouth. No more of this shy stuff. I needed Zim. I leaned into him more, and he calmly invited me to lean most of my wait on his chest and kiss him deeper. Feeling his wet tongue slither in past my teeth and gliding against my tongue, sent shivers down my spine. I never wanted this to stop. I finally left loved, and this was no longer reality. I was melting in bliss. I wanted to get lost in his kiss and never get found.

I frowned gently as I felt him slowly pull away. He panted and cupped my chin. "Dib," Zim whispered to me in a heated calming tone. "I want you to tell your girlfriend, tonight, that you are breaking up with her-"
"But-"
"No buts, just do it. Zim wants you to be his...I'll protect you...I want you happy." Zim then kissed me again gently, and I tried to slither my tongue through his lips, but he pulled away again, making me frown."
"Okay," I said and sat up a bit. "I'll do it...and you'll allow me to stay?"
Zim smiled and kissed me again. "Yes, I'll be waiting for you. Call Zim if things get out of hand..."
I got up and smiled at Zim in bliss and comfort, sighing relieved, then went out the door to end it completely with my girlfriend.