Chapter 2: Mother
'Her name, that was as fresh
As Dian's visage, is now begrimed and black
As mine own face.' – Othello, Shakespeare
19th November 1984
I walked along the dark corridors of my house, not knowing where my feet were taking me. The blue darkness of the claustrophobic hallways seemed to moan as they closed in on me, angled me and directed me to my destination, of which I was not certain of yet. However, I was certain that I couldn't stop walking. It was as though I was being pulled by some unseen force. I could not yet discern the nature of this force; was it cruel, or could I trust it?
From the start of the hallway, where I was cautiously walking on the tips of my bare toes, I could see something floating just beyond the balcony. I gravitated toward it, where the balcony overlooked the stairs and the front section of the entrance.
Once I reached the end of the hallway, I saw that dust was dancing in the light provided by the moon, and there was no figure there. It had been the dust and darkness playing and distorting my mind. But I was certain there had been someone there, someone as real and as tangible as you or me. The cold sent a shiver down my spine that felt like fingers stroking me lightly. I turned, and again was met with nothing, only the darkened hallway greeted me.
I hear a sort of groaning noise – but that could easily be explained as Steve snoring from his bedroom down the hallway. The black wood of the house carried on creaking and moaning as if telling me to move again, leave my spot by the balcony, but I couldn't.
I called out; 'mother', but no sound escaped my lips. I called it several times, unsure of my reasoning, but there was no change, no disruption to the unnerving yet soft silence. I turned back to the dust lightly falling in the air and called out 'mother' once more. I didn't know what I expected to happen, or who I expected to reply. My mother was in New York right now, keeping dad from cheating on her.
Pain grasped at my stomach, I clutched it tight as I rolled onto my pillow. My breath escaped me as I realised that it had been a dream. I lay, smoothing the cramp in my belly as I tried to regulate my breathing once more. Once the pain had stopped, I rose my hand to my forehead, feeling the dampness of sweat there. I threw the covers off my boiling body, feeling sick with fever.
The air hit my legs and waist, making it feel cold… and wet. The white fabric of my silk nightie felt heavy against my skin. I didn't want to look down. A thousand tiny spider legs went scuttling down my back. I held onto my sheets, they bunched under my fingers. My muscles tensed, my chest tightened, my stomach quivered. I felt sick as copper filled my nostrils. I didn't want to look. I didn't want to… I didn't want to…
My eyes made their traitorous decent and in the edges of my sight I could see red. Crimson covered my pale flesh. I glanced down, unnerved to see that my legs and the sheets surrounding them were red with blood.
The weirdness of my dream was forgotten now, replaced with the uncomfortable sticky slosh of drying blood.
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I hadn't bleed that much onto my bedsheets since the first time I'd gotten my period, but the weird thing about this morning was that the bleeding had stopped. It seemed to have only gone on whilst I was sleeping. Also, once I had showered and changed and washed the sheets, I had looked at my calendar to find that I was 13 days early. I had never been earlier than 3 days before. And I had never spotted, so this morning had been, to say the least, unusual.
I was in the school gym now, watching the sun set from the small rectangular windows at the top of the tall peach colored stone walls. I pulled at my cheerleading skirt, and then tugged at my pony tail to tighten it as my nerves were setting in.
It was darker earlier in the evenings now as the November month moved Hawkins into Winter. I would have welcomed the change, as I had every year until now, but… truth be told, I was still scared of what the kids called the upside down and all the monsters that hid within it. I wished that I hadn't gone down there with Steve and the kids, and instead just stayed in Hargrove's Camaro. That way, I wouldn't have nightmares or think that I see things lurk in the shadows of my house.
Anyway, Steve had agreed to take Dustin to the pet store to get Dustin's mom a new cat. It would be a welcome surprise for her considering that her old cat had been eaten by Dustin's demodog – or as Dustin called him: Dart.
Long story, short; this meant that I would not be getting a ride home tonight. I would have to walk, alone in the dark. And having seen what I had in the darkness of the upside down, nothing frightened me more.
I think my coach could tell that something was wrong because she had told me to stay behind after practice. So, I of course stayed. We talked – she talked, I listened – to her lecture about team spirit and how we are as good as our worst member – meaning me. How comforting of her to point that out. At the end of the lecture, I gave her one of my fake smiles, the ones I had practiced for family photos so that when people came to visit the house and saw pictures of us, we wouldn't look like a broken family. Though, I don't think 'family' is the right word for it. We were more like a troupe, like one of those troupes that travel around and perform plays and stories. But these performances of tales, like my 'family', were often exaggerated and fake. Of course, I have Steve, but we've only really been close in the last year or so. He'd grown up during his relationship with Nancy, so he'd been more accepting of his weird little sister.
By the time I had made it to the changing rooms, there were only a few girls remaining, the ones whose appearance were most important to them. They liked to take extra care with their hair. I could hear them chatting and laughing. I used to be one of them, but since Carol turned into a bitch, I realised how fake most of them were.
"Oh my God! Did you guys hear?!" One of them (Betty, I think) squealed.
I rolled my eyes as I opened my locker, removing my bag. There was a wall of lockers separating me from the showers, so they hadn't seen me.
"About what?" One asked
I had been quiet coming in, so they hadn't heard me, this was evident with their next words.
"About Clare!" Betty carried on. "She's, like, totally doing it with Billy! Ugh, fucking bitch."
My eyes widened.
"Ha! So that prissy little bitch finally lost her virginity?" Carol's voice rung out.
"What a slut!" Someone said. Calling me a slut? Very rich coming from them. "Only dirty girls go with Billy."
"I thought you wanted to go with him," Gloria fired back.
"Yeah, but… it's Billy! Who doesn't want to do it with him."
I rolled my eyes at her logic.
"Anyway," Betty started again. "she basically told me and Gloria in science class the other day. And Steve totally found out and that's why they were both covered in bruises."
I picked my stuff up, determined to leave this shit show. I stormed out of the locker room, too pissed to give a shit if they heard me or not. I strode into the corridor, tears in my eyes that I desperately didn't want to fall. I wouldn't cry over them. Not after last time. I wouldn't. Not again. I took a shaky breath as I tried to calm myself. I realised that I still had my cheer uniform on, it would be too cold to wear on the walk home.
No one should be using the boys' locker room, I thought, it should be fine to change in there.
…
Once I got to the boys' locker room, I glanced about frightfully. I did not want to be caught changing, nor did I want to catch anyone else partially dressed or even naked. I shuddered at the thought of seeing a boy's thingy. Gross.
After a quick once over, I determined that the locker room was empty, thankfully. It had nothing but rows of lockers and showers. The orange tile made it so much brighter than the girls pale pink tile. The lack of gossip and giggling was also a bonus.
I was still angry as I sat onto the cold metal bench. I huffed as I pulled out my jeans, but then my shampoo and towel fell out along with the rest of my stuff. Great. I looked to the left to see the empty showers. It was much cleaner than I had expected to see the boys' room.
I looked to my towel and shampoo on the floor, my skin itched to be clean.
I tidied my area, ready to make a quick exit if anyone came in. Then I undressed. I felt vulnerable in this new area, like I could be pounced on any minute. I knew now that this place was empty, but I still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched as I exposed my breasts to the frigid air. I brought my fluffy towel around me, and quickly headed over to the shower, shampoo in hand.
I turned the faucet on, putting my hand under the water until it was the right temperature. The shower stalls weren't like in the girls' room. They were very open, and non-discrete, leaving no barrier between the locker room and the shower area.
I hung my towel onto the hook, trying to muster up confidence. As I stepped under the showers warmth, the tears that had earlier threatened to spill, came again. This time, I didn't care if they fell. The water would hide them, I thought, as my head went under the scorching spray. I wasn't crying over what they had said – I knew those things weren't true – I was more upset about letting their words get to me.
I lathered my hair with the shampoo, letting the suds spread down my back, tickling my skin as they went. The warm water came over me like a calming influence. I stayed there, eyes closed, until the tears stopped falling.
I must have been there about 10 minutes or so before I heard the door slam shut.
My head jerked to the side, my breath caught in my throat. I pulled my towel off the hook and around my shoulders.
"Hello?" I called out.
I turned the faucet off, so that I could hear more clearly.
"Is anyone in here?" I called again.
A full minute passed by with no answer, the dust in the light was swirling lightly, but other than that, there was no other movement. I felt bubbles sliding down my scalp, itching to be rinsed away. So, I put my towel back with one last glance to the room before turning the faucet back on. I raised my hands to continue washing my hair, feeling bubbles run down my skin. Another minute passed before I again relaxed and closed my eyes.
"That's quite the show." A male voice sounded from the side.
I jerked my head over to where he was stood. My hands went to cover my private areas. The fucking bastard. He was stood next to my bag a few feet away, the fingers of his left hand covering his eyes. The smirk along with what he'd said told me that he'd seen all he wanted to see. The hand covering his eyes was just him playing innocent.
"Get out!" I squealed. "You fucking pig! Get out!"
He didn't move. I took the opportunity to scramble for my towel, knowing that he could probably see through the cracks of his long fingers.
"How come I have to leave?" He asked, his tone of voice suggesting that he was about to say something glib. "This is the boys room after all."
I wrapped my towel around me, it was getting wet from the spray.
"You done?" Hargrove asked, though I got the idea he didn't care about the answer.
This sentiment was reinforced when he uncovered his face (even when I hadn't answered yet) and then proceeded to take his shirt off.
"Woah! Woah, Hargrove!" I held my hands up, trying not to look at his flawlessly sun kissed skin.
"What, Princess?" He removed his blue jeans, leaving him in just his underwear and socks. "I have every right to be here."
My eyes roamed over his body. I took in the hard planes of his chest; his skin was slightly damp with sweat, he was toned, muscular, hard. His looked firm, smooth and supple as silk. He noticed that I was transfixed by him, and looked down at me with arrogant eyes. I tried not to look at him.
He pulled off his socks, while doing so I noticed the muscles around his body flex and move under his flesh. His arms looked strong. I felt my heart beat faster beneath my breast, words of protest were long forgotten.
He moved his hands to his boxer shorts. That's when my eyes snapped back to his blue ones. His eyes were swimming with a primal hunger. His smirk was full of mischief. He was bad.
Once he was naked, he started to walk over to the shower next to mine. I looked to the faucet that was eye level. The water was still running over me, making the towel wet and heavy under my arms.
I could feel his eyes on me. I glanced up to him, his gaze held me to him. Hargrove moved closer now, seeking the warmth from my shower.
"Hargrove-" I gasped, softly.
"Call me Billy." I could feel his voice vibrate on my skin.
"Billy… what are you… what are you doing?" I looked to his lips.
"What I want." He inched his head to mine.
He pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth, my eyes shut. My body tensed. His mouth carried on trailing down to my neck, sucking and biting, tugging on my flesh. Each time he got further and further, only to travel back up my neck to gently kiss the corner of my mouth. I could only move to put my hands in his wild hair, holding on as he continued his gentle assault on my skin. My breathing got deeper and louder, harder to control. I knew Billy could hear the effect he had on me.
He found a sweet spot just under the left of my jaw, I moaned. He sucked, and played with the flesh there. I moaned again, and he growled in response. My grip on his hair tightened and I gasped as he held onto my hips pulling mine against his. I could feel only hardness press against me through the towel.
When he reached my collarbone, he nipped at the flesh there, sending shocks down my spine. The deep wet heat I felt building up in between my legs was all at once unbearable. I needed him there. I needed his rough touch to press against me, fill me, turn me inside out with skilled hands.
He reached the edge of the towel, licking long strokes between the top of my breasts. His hands now left my hips, trailing from behind my knees to under the towel, up to my bum. As his hands massaged the skin he found, his mouth massaged the tops of my breasts, begging for the towel to be removed.
My hands went to his back feeling the muscles move from under his skin as he continued to ravage me.
"Billy…" I moaned. "Take it off…"
"Say my name again and I will." I could feel his smirk against my skin.
"Billy." I complied, moaning his name with wanton abandonment.
He removed the towel, hands roaming over my skin, claiming territory as they went. His mouth went to my nipple. I arched my back, gasping as he lolled his tongue out against the sensitive skin. I had touched my nipples before, but I'd never felt anything as good as this.
I hummed when he suckled at the tip, then rolled and swished his tongue over it. He did the same to the other one all the while his hands were traveling across my body. I couldn't keep track of his hands on my body.
He stole my breath when he pushed us together and back against the tile, his member brushing against my leg. It was hard as it rubbed up my thigh. Just the thought of it so close to my centre made me tremble in anticipation.
His head went lower, my hands came to tangle in his hair. He sucked along my stomach and my sides, making my knees tremble.
"Billy…" I gasped as he went lower. "What are you doing?"
His blue eyes locked with mine, hunger had dilated them, making them look like obsidian. Something like recognition flickered in them for the briefest of moments. Did he figure out how inexperienced I was?
"Just, trust me." He murmured into my skin, making it vibrate.
He parted my folds. His lips wrapped around a nub of flesh. He played with it, flicked it from side to side expertly. He lifted one of my legs to the top of his shoulder where he knelt on the floor. He suckled at the nub, teething it. My head went back.
"Billy!" I whined.
He grunted into my skin, vibrations adding to the ecstasy.
I saw his eyes closed, as he ate at my skin. His tongue was long and soft as he licked long firm strokes up my slit. I saw his head moving as slowly as his tongue. My hands went to his shoulders for balance. I tried to move further as my legs began to burn, but I was tied down by invisible cords.
I felt tension building inside me, waiting to burst. Billy brought his hand from my leg around to my entrance slipping two fingers inside. He was first met with opposition though and a slightly pained gasped from me. He continued suckling as he decided that one finger would suffice. For now.
He was sucked into my vagina. His finger felt like mine had when I had experimented except it was longer and thicker and more experienced. I felt my walls tremble as he began to do a come-hither motion. His finger curled again and again, and I saw spots of white in my vision.
I whined. I was about to burst with Billy's tongue and finger working at me so furiously. Then, another finger was added.
I exploded. A tear rolled down from my eye. My hands scratched at his shoulders', leaving small pale lines, some white, others red with blood. I'd seen too much blood today. For a split second of terror, I thought about what would happen if I had started bleeding when Billy was eating me out. But then he stood up as I was catching my breath, his mouth and hand bloodless. He saw the tear that was now at the top of my cheek and licked it away, making the corners of mouth turn upward in a smile. He put his hands on either side of my face.
"You've never done this before, right?" He asked, voice low and laced with arousal.
I could feel his member bob against my leg as I shook my head. The water was still running behind us. It hopefully covered up the noise of my moaning.
"I'll tell you how this works." His eyes were dark as they looked at me, predatory. "It's my turn now."
My mouth opened in a small 'o' shape. I blinked. His turn. My eyes widened.
"What do I do?" I looked up to his ocean eyes, for some reason feeling like I would have anything for him in that moment.
"Get on your knees." He ordered.
I looked down between us. His member was dripping with both water and a white substance. I felt hands on my shoulders gently guide me to my knees. The tops of Billy's fingertips held me in place next to his hard organ. It pulsed before me, twitched expectantly. Fluid welled at the tip, veins throbbed.
Without waiting for instruction, I reached out to it. I wrapped one hand around it, it twitched in my palm. It felt heavy and firm as I moved my hand slowly up and down. I looked up to see Billy's eyes had shut. His mouth was shut, his nostrils flared when my hand moved to the tip. He moved to place his arms onto the wall above me.
I played with the tip, using the warm wet substance as lubricant to help my hand move with more fluidity. Billy groaned now, head leaning back as I experimented. I continued with my slow pace, stroking, tugging and pulling.
The build-up of fluid coming from the tip was making the space between my legs ache to be touched again.
I turned my hand a certain way causing Billy to groan. He reached down to my hands, placing his right hand on top, increasing the speed. He then grabbed my wrist and held my palm to my mouth.
"Spit on your hand." He demanded. I did as he said, spitting out a wad of spit of my palm.
He then put my hand on his member and used his hand over mine to guide it up and down his length. I gathered that Billy needed something wet and warm to cum.
He looked at me as I brought my other hand to my entrance, getting it covered in my own fluid. I then brought it to his cock, using it to quicken the pace. His eyes got darker, going from ocean blue to midnight in a second. He grunted again.
I swallowed, licking my lips as another idea sprung to mind. As I massaged the bottom of his shaft, I brought my wet lips to his tip. I kissed it at first. His hips twitched forward. I kissed it again, but slowly this time as I gradually opened my mouth. I took the tip of him in. He bit his lip to keep in his howl. His hand came away from mine to join the other one in my hair. He held tight whilst I sucked him further in. My hands where still working at most of his length and as they moved up, they met my mouth. I was able to get half of him in. I sucked and licked and bobbed. I could taste salt and hear his heart beat. I could tell his self-control was withering by the second as his hips began to thrust at me.
"Hold onto my hips." He grunted. I did as he said.
He held my head in place, grip firm on my hair, as he started to push forward. My eyes widened as he hit the back of my throat. He was still trying to go deeper. I made a panicked noise in the back of my throat.
"Take… it in." He told me.
He started to move his hips back and forth at a brisk pace. He hit the back of my throat multiple times. He moaned and grunted. My eyes watered. It seemed like he nudged his way in deeper with each thrust.
I patted his hips in panic again. I needed to breath.
"Breath through your nose." He told me, as if he'd known my problem all along.
I started to breathe through my nose, which helped me to relax some. But Billy was still going way too fast for me. The ridges of his cock washed through my mouth. My drool mixed with his pre-cum was dripping down my chin, tickling its way down the sensitive skin of my neck. My hands gripped onto his firm butt cheeks to help me hold onto him. My eyes still watered, this was almost too much for me.
"Keep going… sweet mouth… sweet girl…" He seemed lost in his euphoria.
It made me think of when he had moaned and hummed against my skin. I wanted to see if I got the same response, so I started to moan around him, to which he responded with a guttural groan.
"Gonna cum," he moaned. "Swallow it."
My lips sucked harder at him, trying to swallow his member, eager to see what happens when a man comes. I tried to swallow and suck him up like he said to do, but this became increasingly hard when he was brushing against my gag reflex.
Then, his thighs and butt cheeks tensed. Something hot shot out at the back of my throat surprising me. I tried to draw back but Billy's hand in my hair wouldn't let me. Was this what he meant by swallow? Oh.
I looked up to Billy, his teeth grit together, nostrils flared as he stared intensely at where we were joined. He continued to shoot strings of that hot liquid into my mouth, I struggled to swallow all of it. He let out a whimper as the last of it came.
His length started to deflate in my mouth, then he pulled away to go stand under the spray of the shower. I was left on my knees, with a mouth full of cum that was leaking down my chin and neck. I admired his bum from behind him as I stood. I had left crescent moon indentations in his skin from where I had dug my nails in. I swallowed the last of what was in my mouth, the salty slime coating my throat.
"Billy…" I took a step forward.
He ignored me. I said his name again, touching his shoulder, trying to get his attention. I'd heard stories of girls having sex with their boyfriends who in the moment, were the perfect gentleman, but afterwards, after they had gotten what wanted, they would treat the girl like shit. But this was different; Billy Hargrove was not my boyfriend, nor was he a gentleman. It would only make sense for him to treat me exactly as he always had; like something to play with. He could easily cast me aside now.
What had been thinking? I came in here to escape the rumours about Hargrove and I doing it, only to wind up exactly as the rumours had branded me. A slut.
I gently placed my hand on his shoulder. He turned to me, his eyes a quiet storm of clear ocean blue. He looked down at his cum that was gradually making its way down to my breasts. He smirked, looking down at his work as a smug artist would. My hand dropped from his shoulder, both hands coming to cover my breasts.
He grabbed both my wrists, pulling under the spray of the shower. I wondered how much water we'd wasted. He moved my hands back to my sides before washing his mess off me with warm hands. His hands smoothed over my neck and chin, moving in small soothing circles. He moved them down to my collarbones, then to my breasts where he only lightly touched my nipples. My eyes closed in complete calm, my head leant back.
We both stood there, naked and wet, as the water washed the scent of sex from our bodies.
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Wow, Billy and Clare move fast. I swear I didn't intend to write that scene until much later…
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I'm changing the title soon, though I'm not sure what to go with. The title 'Billy' is just a bit ugh, so I was thinking of changing it to 'Chasing a Butterfly' or 'Brown Butterfly' or something along those lines. If you guys have any ideas don't be afraid to drop a review.
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