Rain Forever
Started: November 22 04
Prolouge:
"Fucking Lesbians, they all need to be shot!"
A slight Spanish accent carried the spiteful words around the empty room, save the black-haired man in the recliner. He was about 21, and his hair was barely past his jaw, jet black, and hung in his face. His skin was naturally dark, having lived in Texas all of his life and having a Latin heritage. His eyes were dark, nearly black in dim light, and emotionless. His name was Jose. A year earlier, he had killed two girls, Yvonne and Rhiannon. Jose had dated Rhiannon for nearly a year, holding her in his vicious thrall, too afraid to get help, too in love to let go. When their relationship had finally ended, Rhiannon moved on, never looking back.
Chapter One:
Innocence
'Another boring day in the boring city no ones fucking heard of', she thought. Her name was Rhiannon Smith, age 15. She had cool, grey eyes that hid her emotions for the most part, ringed with black eyeliner and highlighted by green eyeshadow, and pale skin. Her arms bore the scars of her past, which was fading like the scars themselves. This week, her hair was a shade of reddish burgundy, but that changed with her mood, or so it seemed. Her nails were painted neon pink, chipping at the edges. She tapped her pen against the metallic edge of her desk, wishing with all her little heart that 8th period would be over, and the weekend would belong to her..
So it was, for the majority of her 9th grade year, drudging along the week, dealing with the premature soap opera that the teenage years always seems to be, finding solstice in her guitar, her art, and her best friend, Yvonne. Yvonne was 19, taller than Rhiannon. She had blueish green eyes that were ringed with hazel and green, and seemed to change all the time. Rhiannon could stare at her eyes for hours, she had told her. Pale and soft-skinned, Yvonne seemed like a china doll to her, as if she might shatter if handled without the utmost care. Rhiannon had been in love with Yvonne since November of her 9th grade year, and she was now in 10th grade. Over and over, her mind flew back to the night her dreams had came into a reality.
"Are you ever going to stop playing that damned game?" Yvonne asked, not looking up from her paper she was drawing on.
"Nope. Better get used to it." Rhiannon stuck her tongue out at Yvonne, who rolled her eyes. "God, you're hopeless.." Rhiannon laughed, pausing the game and poking Yvonne. "You mean that in the nicest way possible."
"Oh, of course. " Yvonne said sarcastically, shoving Rhiannon. 'God, why do I have to feel like this? Why can't I be normal! I hate these goddamn feelings!' Rhiannon's mind buzzed with her emotions, her growing need to admit her love for Yvonne, fear of being pushed away, even hated. 'What the fuck am I thinking, how can I even pray she'd ever fall in love with me..I'm surprised she didn't shoot me when I told her I was bi..'
"Rhiannon? Hello?"
Rhiannon snapped out of her daze, shaking her head. Yvonne was looking at her worried. "Dude, are you alright?"
She nodded, looking the other way, not wanting her friend to see her blushing. "Yeah, I'm just...just tired. I'm going to go to bed." She got up and nudged the Xbox with her toe, shutting out it's little green light. She pulled down the shades and laid down near Yvonne, sighing softly, her dreams still in her head.
Somehow between that time and 12:00, something had compelled Yvonne to let Rhiannon bite her, something that would change, and ultimately seal their fates forever. On top of Yvonne, her filed teeth grating into her soft skin, Rhiannon kept arguing with herself that it was a dream. When she tasted blood, the faintest, sweetest tang of it, she was reassured it wasn't. Her fingers twisted slightly into Yvonne's hair, tugging gently unknowingly. She bit her for over 2 hours, falling asleep to the sound of her heart. The next morning, Yvonne woke up before Rhiannon. She touched her chest where she'd been bit, wincing slightly. "Damn.."
Later in the day, they had begun to talk about it.
"What was up with you pulling my hair?"
Rhiannon turned her head, blushing. "Pulling your hair...when?" Her voice shook, guilt and fear prominent.
"Last night when you were biting me, dumbass, which by the way it felt really good."
Rhiannon looked up, surprised. "..It did?"
"Yeah, actually. It hurt, but it still felt good.."
Rhiannon stared at her, at the mark on her chest that would later become infected, and almost get the two of them separated.
Stared at her chest, afraid to meet her eyes.
The day went by without any remarkable events, Rhiannon dwelling on the previous night's happenings, and on what would happen be the repurcussions. Later that evening, Rhiannon began thinking about her wild, romantic wishes for the two of them, how she longed so much to tell Yvonne how much she loved her, how she would die for one, scandalous kiss. Her heart began to control her head, forcing her to dwell on her failed past, her most recent being Jose, a homophobic control freak. He had tried to kill her numerous times, and threatened Yvonne in the past as well. Rhiannon had gotten a restraining order after her parents found out the extent of Jose's abuse.
"Rhi? Rhiannon, why are you crying?"
Rhiannon looked up, suddenly aware of the wetness on her arm, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I'm not crying. " Yvonne, gave her a hurtful, angry look. "Don't fucking lie to me, I know you're crying, there's fucking tears on your cheeks, Rhiannon!"
Rhiannon pushed her away, wishing she could pull her close, without a reason to cry. "I'm fine, ok? Leave me alone!"
Yvonne got up, irritated. "Fine, I'm going to go lay down in your room. Talk to me whenever you're...whatever." She left, closing the door behind her.
Rhiannon slid off the chair, onto the floor, crying. She buried her face into the rug, curling into a fetal position and shaking. She wished her heart would die, wished she would stop feeling this way.. She got up and went into the bathroom, finding her razor and sitting against the laundry basket in the corner, slicing open her forearm. She winced slightly, as the blood began to fill in the razor-webs from the past, and Rhiannon found herself slicing away her pain, losing herself in her self-abusing love. She got up afterwards and went into her bedroom, holding herself up, and lying down on the opposite side of the bed, away from Yvonne. She began crying again, feeling so completely alienated from somebody she loved more than anything. Yvonne, not asleep, listened for a few minutes before saying anything.
"Rhiannon? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine...I just don't want you to go.." 'Oh of course I'm fine, I'm just in love with you, pay no heed to my breaking heart, damn you.'
"Your dad already said I can stay over, they're getting home late...I can stay if you want, I guess..."
Somewhere in Rhiannon's mind was a flicker of hope, abstract, but there.
"I..I won't force you.." Yvonne cut her off, rolling over to face her. "You're not forcing me, I'll stay. If you want, you can bite me again."
Without asking, Rhiannon weakly laid on top of Yvonne, biting near her shoulder softly, tears streaming onto Yvonne's soft, white skin.
One thing led to another that night, and as they were lying in bed that night, Yvonne leaned closer, brushing her lips against Rhiannon's.
Rhiannon's heart pounded, her breath catching. Surely this had to be a dream..
That night had been Yvonne's first kiss, and the first one that didn't make Rhiannon feel like a whore.