A/N – I know that I'm a little late to posting this chapter and I apologize, although I'm probably more upset with myself for missing the deadline I was supposed to upload this witch was on Sunday. However I this chapter is a little shorter and more of a background and fallout from chapter 1. I plan on uploading a full third chapter very soon with the scene to come after this witch I hope is what most of you have been waiting for. I want to thank everyone for checking out my story and for the follows. It means a lot to me. Enjoy
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WARNING – This piece of writing contains material that may not be suitable for all viewers, including language, sexual situations, drugs, and alcohol. Please read at your own risk and if you aren't into the subject, don't tell me about it in the comments, I will not read or respond to them.
I can't move. I'm literally frozen in fear from the thought of what might happen to me if I don't keep Haley pinned down to the bed in this exact position for the rest of her life. I have her restrained pretty good though as she lies on her left side, her boney and quite sharp hip jutting into my once screaming core as both her hands are placed on my back, trying to get a vantage point of the situation to witch I know she hasn't yet been able to analyze all that well. Even in her partly sedated state I still run the through the horrible situation that I find myself in, Telling myself in preparation of the horrible things that Haley might do to me. Me being her sister it's probably natural for me to fear her, but it seems my fear has teetered on the partly irrational side. I do so with good reason though, Haley is a bad bitch from what I hear. Just a few months ago she ran over Luke's skateboard with her car because he bumped into her while she was applying perfume and happened to spray on too much. Or the time I heard she humiliated a guy in her school by leading him on that she might like him, only to reject him in front of the entire school as he asked her to junior prom. That I don't know what her motivation was but If she can do those horrible things to people for such small reasons, then just think of what's she's going to do to me after she catches me on top of her in a sexual and provocative position while uninvited. I mean 'she is going to kill me' I think to myself as the situation flashes before my eyes.
My thoughts are interrupted as I begin to hear a soft growl from underneath me. The sound only to be followed by the raging words of an irritated, pissed off, and all out upset older sister whose tone weirdly reflects a soft and eerie kind of sarcastic innuendo. "I'm going to give you ten seconds to get off me before I wrap my arms around your little body, and throw you off into a heaping mangled mess." She snarls in the angriest and intimidating voice she can probably put together. My initial reaction to the comment after knowing Haley for the longest time is that 'She's bluffing'. There's no way she would risk hurting me now, and later on risking the chance of our parents waking up and getting her into even more trouble for waking them up with such a ridicules sounding story. My optimism of her bluff is really short lived as I begin to hear the faint sound of counting as it becomes louder and louder with every number "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four."
'I guess she wasn't kidding' I think to myself as I immediately realize that I shouldn't wait to see if she's going to make good on her promise. I'm smart enough to know my limits, and that this is probably the time to do so. With that I jump off of her in a single motion, trying my best to avoid any and all possible eye contact. "You move as slow as fuckin molasses." She says as she whips her pillow towards me out of anger and annoyance. Realizing that she's probably ready to kill me, I begin stepping back to our bedroom door as slow as possible. I try my best to remain unnoticed by stepping over clothes, books and garbage, carefully watching her hold her head up with her hands in aggravation. Finally reaching relatively close to the door I prepare to run out it as fast as I can so I can just keep going and going at even the first sign of a threat by her.
"Do you care to explain yourself?" Haley finally asks breaking the tension filled room for the first time tonight as I look at her in anguish while I try my best to think up a possible excuse. Getting distracted I follow her moves from her sitting in rest, to sitting on the edge of the bed to standing, all done while gazing at me with a disgusted leer. For a moment she looks away, but only to look over to the clock witch reads 12:17am exact. She then goes back to work on fixing her disheveled and wrinkled shirt as well as pulling up her skin tight jeans to witch I can't help but look at in a guiltily risky yet hot way. Continuing to adjust herself, I realize that I'm backed into a corner of our room with the door on my left and my bed and the window on my right. As a safety precaution I place one hand on the door knob and one hand on the wall as I brace myself for a brutal argument as she starts to slowly walk over to me in a bulked and intimidating way. "Are you ever going to get around to answering me?" she asks as she stops five or so feet in front of me. Her hands placed of her hips in an exasperated manor I try my best to scrap together some sort of excuse.
"I-I-I just was looking for my glasses." I begin to stammer as I swallow hard to her judgmental eyes that burn holes through me "I was looking for my glasses because I had lost them this morning when I was up here studying for chemistry with Gabby and I thought that-that maybe they were somewhere under or beside your bed, so in-" I try to begin explaining to the best of my lying ability. Midway through I find myself being cut off by Haley's abrupt and harsh hushing of me as she places her right pointer finger over her mouth indicating the motion to shut up. Probably for the best though as I was struggling to build and even sound convincing in the lie, witch is a shame given I'm usually the best liar in the entire world in that my entire social life is currently being lived by the motto 'fake it till you make it'. I now realize after thinking about the excuse that it was most defiantly absolute utter shit, and that Haley should punish me just for having such horrible words come out of my mouth.
I now fully expect her to give a crass and irritated response to my answer but to my surprise I notice that she seems to just scoff, laughing at me as she rolls her eyes in judgment. On top of that I catch her slowly turning away from me while at the same time keeping her eyes glued on me. Watching me like a hawk, she only peers down to reach into her nightstand where she grabs a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and second as she walks over to the foot of her bed to grab what appears to be a water bottle. After grabbing the three items she simply walks towards the window closest to my bed, eyeing me all the way to the window sill. I of course stand still, not wanting to upset her any more than she already is as I now watch her pop the screen out from the window frame and climb out onto the small patch of roof that lies beneath the window where I have seen her spend many of times throughout the history of us sharing a room.
"Where are you going?" I ask out of sheer stupidity. Realizing that I asked the question long after I had actually asked the question. 'She probably thinks I'm an asshole' I say to myself, knowing that she's most likely thinking the dirtiest and most awful things she can about me. Not too long after I asked the question, I see her turn around and face towards me, giving me a face that can only be described as shocked and unimpressed as mocking her is not the way to fix our relations.
"Me?" she asks looking in and around the room as if someone else were to be there. "here is goes' I say to myself "I'm going to think to myself of how I'm going to survive here in this room with you for seven days without killing you!" she says as her voice progressively gets louder as she continues to speak. "Now leave me alone." she says as I cringe at how loud and bold she's being this late at night. As she hops out the window and out of sight, I immediately turn to crack the bedroom door and look through the hall, waiting any second now to see my mom or dad run through and catch Haley on the roof or me up past midnight, but to my excitement, nothing.
'Well that went over well' I think to myself as I watch her disappear onto the ledge and to the right as I softly close the door to our room and the window. Standing in the wake of the incident I can't help but think of all the things that could've been fixed about that entire seduction and of the bad situation. I mean you'd think that with all that time I had spent on thinking and plotting this entire action out that it should've gone a lot smoother and with fewer kinks. You know that I would've picked a night she was piss drunk, or a night when she had taken sleeping pills, or when she was in a good mood. But no, I decided that tonight of all nights would be the best night to try this risky and poorly planned seduction. On an abnormal Friday night where we are both grounded and will continue to be grounded, both of us being forced to spend time together in the same room, which was partly why I decided to do this in the first place. Risky right? Well I guess the saying love has no limits really meant something in my case.
This upcoming week can either be a death sentence or a heavenly reward for me. After the looks of what just happened a few seconds ago, I begin realize that it's probably going to be hell. Solely based on the fact that I never in my entire life have seen Haley burst out to me like that, never once. Even in all the horrible things I've seen her do to people, and all the things I've heard people say to or about her. Never once has she acted that way to me. All I can do now is sit here and try to think of ways to explain myself to her when, or if she comes back in the room at all tonight. In pondering deeply about it I'll probably play the sympathy card, feeding off the broken relationship we have and how I so desperately want it fixed, and that the only way I could convince myself that I really loved her is if I was able to hug her.
Thinking for another minute I make the decision to get myself up and out of my slump by going out to apologize to her. As I reach the window though I suddenly become scared to peek out it, expecting the worst as Haley may be sitting there ready to stab or strangle me to death out of anger. In spite of my fears I move to the sill, lifting the window up to a crack just large enough for me to peer my head out. My findings reveal that her body is positioned as far away from the window as possible while leaning against the siding of the house. Her left leg is arched to so her left arm can rest on it. Her right arm is free, being used to play with the pocket lighter she holds.
Analyzing the situation and noting her lack of attention around her I take it as my time to slowly and quietly get out onto the ledge. I move closely up against the siding of the house not just to watch her but also not to fall off the roof if she were to startle me. Making it to about six feet away from her I now choose to slump down so both my knees arch up, giving me the ability to hide my face from any embarrassment that may occur when she finally notices me. Not taking too long after I position myself, a sudden sigh startles, allowing me to draw to the conclusion that Haley has realized that I'm here.
"I thought I told you to leave me alone." Haley barks yet with a soft chuckle as the newly lit cigarette dangling from her mouth bounces up and down with every word she speaks to me.
"You told me to leave you alone, and I am. I'm just sitting here minding my own business while trying to collect some not so fresh air." I say as she flashes me a dirty look at the unneeded comment. Should I do it? Should I apologize? My mind tears through the pros and cons as awkward silence builds between us, plaguing us from almost two full minutes. "I just want to say I'm sorry." I hear myself say as I speak from my heart and not my ass this time. "I clearly crossed a line that shouldn't have been crossed and I'm sorry for that." I say as I try to be the better person in the situation. In doing so I feel some pressure being lifted off my shoulders as I also see Haley's body position become more tranquil with the finishing of my sentence.
"I'll accept your apology only when you confess to me the real reason you were straddling Me." she speaks as she takes a drag of her cigarette. I turn towards her, seeing that I can move a little closer to her so we don't have to shout the answers to each other and risk waking our family. I take a moment to breathe in as I embrace the crisp cool California air and the pitch black dead of night that seems to bounce our words miles away in the peace and quiet in which we sit. I also notice that the stars seem to be reflecting off Haley's glistening tan skin and my contrasting alabaster skin in harmony as we become illuminated together.
"I just wanted to love you" I speak breaking the silence and scaring her from her position "I just wanted to feel the warm embrace of my older sister for the first time in years, weather it was from you or not." I begin to lie out of partial truth as she nods her head in acceptance "I mean you and I- we never spend time together anymore, and it kills me not having you in my life." I say as I try my best to get through it. For the first time in my life tonight, I openly express myself to Haley more than I would have ever imagined doing to anyone, even my parents.
"Well what do you call this?" she asks as I look into her eyes and she looks into mine. "Are we not spending time together right now, in the moment?" she asks as I look down and smirk out of knowing that she's right.
"Technically yes, but that's not my point." I state as I use our newfound friendship to get closer and closer to the hard shelled teen. Sitting within two feet from her, I get the full wrath of the wafting milky grey smoke from her cigarette, burning my eyes as she ashes it repeatedly. "But I mean more of the fact that we don't spend time together doing sisterly, and friend like things. For example braiding hair, gossiping, rating boys, all things I hear that others sisters do with each other but we don't." I say as I look down at my twiddling thumbs. "It's hard to say but I miss not having those connections with you." I say as I turn to face her. She however remains in the same position that she's been in for the entire conversation.
"You know I've got a social life. I have things with boys and parties, mixed with school, collages and shit mom gives me to do." she comments as I nod my head "I mean Ya we don't spend a lot of time together but that doesn't mean I don't love you any less." she states as I can't help but smile at her in thinking she sounds like mom would when I was four. And for some odd reason I look over to see that she has returned the smile back. "There comes a time when you want to pursue your own avenues, your own styles and adventures. When those days come you forget about a lot of things, some of them you regret more and some you regret less. For example I'm never home to listen to dads rants about how him and Jay's relationship anymore, how he wishes it was better and closer. Or Luke acting like a little shit with dumb inventions or crazy antics. Those are all things that I'd say I have to regret missing less. While on the other hand, I'm only home for a few hours a day, meaning I'm never home to hear some of the family activities witch I end up missing. I'm also never home to talk about boys or drunken nights out partying with anyone who I know won't tell because when I am, I'm studying my ass off trying to get into a partly decent college. Those being things that I regret and miss more than others." She says as I listen respectfully, trying to get her point. "Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that one day you'll be in the same position I'm in, along with millions of other 17 year old girls. You'll be there while I'll have moved on to finding those avenues and being able to balance and pursue the ones I care about, giving me more free time when you won't. Then I'll be the one who's in the position you're in now, the lost fifteen your old." She says as she drags the cigarette again. "Then ill probably be doing the same thing as you are tonight, hugging me in my sleep because that's the only time you can do It. I mean I would never know what it feels like because I never had an older sister try to break away from Me." she says as she hands me the cigarette.
Completely baffled by that recent statement I sit and look at her in shock, words unable to describe how dead on she hit the nail that time. The look in my eyes must say it all as she nods evenly, smiling and giving a look of acceptance and conformity. I now must attend to the new matter at hand, the cigarette that still sits in front of my face, staring me down with a look of disgust and hate. "What do you want me to do with it?" I ask idiotically as I hold it away from me, trying hard not to breathe in the smoke that illuminates off the end of the cherry.
"Come on, you can't tell me you've never smoked a bogie before?" she asks laughing, trying to keep herself together at the comment that was clearly so funny. "It isn't that bad. All I could get were lights so it won't be as harsh or bold as a red, black, or unfiltered." Haley says as she clearly knows what she's talking about. "Pull some into your mouth like you're sucking through a straw, then swish it around for a few seconds to get the flavor. Finally then breath through your mouth for a second." she explains to me. It sounds like a horribly bad decision for me to take. Mixed with the bad smell, yellow teeth and badly addictive qualities, I'm really feeling the peer pressure tonight. But In the spirit on not being chicken to Haley who took a leap to open up to me tonight, I might as well return the favor and do the same for her.
I look at the burning stick of paper one more time before I finally musk up the courage to pull some into my mouth. The sweet taste of sugary tobacco fills my mouth as my gums begin stinging a little, giving me what I could imagine to be the 'buzz' people talk about. Following through I take a deep breath and immediately regret it, couching up all the smoke as I choke and gag on the burning taste that now shoots through my throat and into my lungs. "Ho-Holy shit." I say with short breath as I continue to cough into my shirt. The sting in the back of my throat refuses to quit as it rips and rots away my raw and naked throat. "You told me it wouldn't be too harsh." I say as I playfully hit her as I begin to laugh. Handing it back to her as she takes a huge drag and nose jets it.
"I never said it wouldn't pack a kick. Besides I forgot this is your first time, and the first times always the worst." She chuckles as she grabs the water bottle from her right side and twists off the cap. "Here have some, it will sooth your throat." she says handing me the bottle as I take a sip from it. Immediately regretting this decision was well, I instantaneously feel a sharp burn added onto the calming burn from the cigarette. The taste almost as if it were to be… Once realizing it I abruptly spit what's left in my mouth out, coughing even more as she continue to laugh.
"What is that rubbing alcohol?" I ask, starting to laugh out of annoyance, pain and pleasure all at the same time.
"Vodka!" she says as she takes a sip and hands me the bottle again. "Smoking and liquor go together like coffee and cream." She says beginning to roll her head and laugh as I take a smaller sip "Now you can tell alllll your friends that your first alcoholic beverage was one of the hardest liquors out there." She says as her voice gets progressively louder as she continues to sip, looking at me with a devilish smile as the bottle reaches the halfway point.
"I think you're getting drunk." I laugh as she continues to sputter on about god knows what, saying something about body shots and beer pong at the first party she drank at or something. I don't really pay attention though as we continue to take sip after sip that gradually get bigger and bigger as the time goes on, until of course the bottle runs bone dry.
"Fuuuuuck!" Haley wines as she tops off the last of the bottle. Closing it as she throws it off the roof and into some bushes below. "Don't worry, I have more in the house if you really-really want some more." She whispers to me as her head slowly tips back, rolling in a clockwise motion before landing onto my shoulders where she rests for a brief second before getting right back up.
I on the other hand feel like I'm sinking into a velvet lined box as my relaxed state makes me forget about every worry I may have in the world. I simply sit here now as I just enjoy the sweet smell of Haley's vodka breath and burnt lilacs shampoo as she hair blows into my face with the soft winds. "Is this how it feels when you drink a lot?" I ask in a soft voice while looking up to meet Haley's gaze.
"I don't know, you tell me?" she says as she moves to sit close to me. In turn we both rest our heads on each other's, mine on her shoulder and hers on the top of my head as we gaze out into the distance. I mean who would've thought that drinking would lead to this? Though it isn't how I imagined in a million years I would spend my time with Haley, I cannot complain on how nice it actually is. Both of us are relaxing, tension free together in a cool yet warm breeze as we huddle together for bodily warmth, using each other for help as we both snuggle closely together.
"You know what." I begin to say out of the blue as Haley drags the cigarette one last time before putting it out and placing it under a shingle in the roof. "I wasn't just trying to give you a hug." I say as her head moves up, looking at me with a questioning expression. I get close, pulling her hair out of my face and over her ear as I run my hand through the silky pleasure it brings. "I was trying to seduce you." I whisper in her ear as I see her eyes widen and her body slowly pull away from mine.
A/N – I know it was a bit boring for people who want to see action between them, but I hope this sort of builds the scene a little more, and gets into the mind of Haley and what she's thinking this whole time. I want to thank MTL17 for his support in coaching me through some tips and tricks on getting through this and the next chapters to come. I encourage out his page and read some of his work. Please feel free to comment any criticism good or bad. I can build off on anything you give me and it's much appreciated. Hope you enjoyed and see you in a couple of days.