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"Go away!"
Beverly scowls, upper lip curling, picking herself up and adjusting her bra strap. This isn't her fault. The girl from her math class wants to have a gay crisis? Fine. But leave her out of it.
She's gorgeous — tan skin, pink and glossy mouth. They're in ninth grade and Beverly has already slept with two other girls, one from the senior class and another junior. This girl whines and rolls her hips down fiercely on Beverly's hips, thrusting her tongue against Beverly's. But as soon as she touches her on purpose below the waist? Apparently it's game over.
There's nothing to say. Beverly doesn't bother putting back on her shirt, walking down the forest-path in a hurry. Might as well have REJECTED tattooed on her forehead.
Oregon is too big, too wild and full of blackened shadows. Beverly gets as far as the next biking path before she hears an inhuman screaming, echoing against the trees. A part of Beverly remembers being younger — deadlights, million of fangs unfurling and exposing — and she runs.
Hard, creaking branches seizes around Beverly's legs, yanking her back. Her face impacts the ground.
Beverly's vision spins before she thrashes and yells, swarmed by the grey-barked, living branches and the roots wiggling from the muddy soil, holding back her arms and pinning her stomach-down. One of the roots thrusts past Beverly's kiss-raw lips, slick and drenched with dark sap.
She feels more of them prodding over her chest, rubbing her collarbone and entangling around her neck.
Beverly gags around the root attempting to seat deep inside her throat, eyes burning with tears as a much larger root slithers over the crotch of her jeans, Beverly's legs pinned apart, teasing directly on her.
Sap tastes like blood, gushing within Beverly's opened mouth.
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IT (2017) isn't mine. Doing these fics with a very small and set word count is actually HARD. WOW. Hope you guys are enjoying so far and any comments/thoughts appreciated!
