Nymphs

Episode 3: Serenity

Outside, crickets chirped happily, nightingales sang their songs, whilst the stars twinkled faintly. A small drizzle began to pour from the Heavens. A cold rain, not at all heavy, but gentle. A beautiful sight to behold. Heather watched this sight from her bathtub.

The bath water was nice and warm. That fluorescent flashbulb really helped bring out the white tiles that made the bathroom walls and floor. A serene ambient, the warm, steamy bath water, no loud music, nothing that could distract. It was just Heather, a warm bath, the sound of rain, and the quite light. For Heather, all that was destroyed in but an instant. She got those urges again.

It had been a year since she started getting these urges. It all started just a bit after her time in Total Drama. Yup, after the end of that horrible summer, she went back to her life. However, things were a little different now. Her friends had deserted her. Of course, they were not so much her 'friends' as they were her 'clones', girls who just dressed like her, acted like her, did everything she told them to do. Those girls had to abandon her, because they were suffering from a backlash of Heather Haters.

She now had a club entirely devoted to humiliating her, making her suffer. There was this incident, where she was simply eating her lunch far away from everyone else. Suddenly, three or four teens ganged up on her, took her lunch, and threw it to the ground. After that, they kept throwing books at her. She received a few bruises because of that. And no one gave a shit. Some people went so far as to say she deserved it, that it should have been worse. Eventually, it got worse.

She began to masturbate. She always had to masturbate. Especially when she started thinking about those times…

Lisa was, initially, a nice girl. After the Heather Haters had formed, she became the only person to talk to her. Lisa was just like the clones. Of course, she was much dorkier, and not nearly as pretty as any of the clones. But, she was loyal. Had Heather known what Lisa really wanted, what she was going to do to get it, she would have avoided the girl at all costs.

She stopped. It hurt now. Sometimes, Heather masturbates so hard, it starts to hurt her vagina.

"Why the hell do I do this? It's not like I ever even come,"-she had said to herself. She stood up. Bath time's over.

She puts on her bath robe, and rolls a towel on her hair. It's almost bed time. She should put on her pajamas. Her pajamas are kind of cute. She sleeps with a plain T-shirt, with two bunnies in the chest area. Her pajama bottoms are long and plain pink. No glitter, no silk, nothing fancy. At bed time, Heather was just a simple girl.

She chose to stay up a bit longer. She did not want to put her pajamas on just yet. Was there anything on TV? She sort of wanted to check, but she also just wanted to stay up.

When Lisa asked Heather to meet her at the park, Heather had no idea what she wanted. It was close to midnight. She agreed to go, regardless. Biggest mistake of her life.

"Heather…you came,"-said Lisa, breathing nervously.

"Okay, I'm here. What do you want, dweeb?"-said Heather, her usual nasty attitude made apparent.

"Heather, it's hard for me to say this, but…I can't stop thinking about you. I need you,"-said Lisa, her hands trembling, while reaching for the queen bee.

Heather could not remember the rest. She only remembered struggling, a knife…and Lisa rubbing her vagina against hers. Scissoring, a sexual act…done to her without her consent. Perhaps, she could not remember, because she did not WANT to remember. God knows, she'd rather forget what happened to her after that.

No one wanted to believe her. They said things like that just don't happen. Lesbian rape…an unthinkable crime. That was the catalyst. She needed a new start. She asked her parents to move. Eventually, seeing that their daughter had changed somewhat, they relented.

Maybe a steaming cup of milk would help her go to sleep. She does not see her parents much these days. They just…keep leaving. She has not spoken to them in over a week. She decided to watch TV.

The couch Bridgette had slept in last night…Heather did not have the time to tidy it up. The blanket and pillow were still there…

Bridgette was waiting for the rain to stop. She was getting her urges again. She looks at her watch. It's almost 10:00 PM. She was sure Geoff was not expecting her. She was almost certain that, someday, he would walk in on Geoff making love to some other girl. In all his cockyness, he would ask for a threesome…and she would agree. It made her sick to her stomach just thinking about that.

Heather looked at her watch. It was 10:03 PM.

"Maybe…I will take a late night stroll. I don't know…I kind of feel like it,"- Heather said to herself. She dressed herself, put on her coat, grabbed her umbrella, and left.

The dim light from the street lamp provided Bridgette with a little warmth. It was odd, but Bridgette just felt this way. It was 10:13 PM. The rain was dying down a little.

"Why the hell didn't I bring an umbrella? Then again…I never think things through…not these days. It's why I'm in this shit storm,"-said the blond surfer to herself. When the rain subsided, she left her shelter and went on her way.

It began to pour again. Bridgette cursed to herself, and began to run. She needed to shelter herself from the rain. That was when she bumped into someone.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!"-she said. She lifted herself, and saw who she bumped into. It was Heather.

"Bridgette? What are you doing at this hour? Wait…no…"-Heather said to the surfer. Bridgette turned her head, in shame. Heather stood up, and shared her umbrella with the blond.

"Come on, you don't need to do this. Let's go somewhere else."-said the former queen bee. Bridgette nodded her head. She also began to shiver.

"You need to warm up. If you don't want to go home, you can come to my place. I got a nice bath tub, if you want,"- Heather's voice echoed her authentic concern. It sounded…beautiful. The two girls walked under the rain, sharing an umbrella. The stars twinkled, the street lights shone, frogs croaked, and the rain drops simply dripped all over the puddles. Thus, in a way, serenity was restored…

To be continued…