Chapter 6:Let's do this
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Megan'spov
"What are you doing here? I thought you said that you didn't want to see me!" she asked harshly. I sigh sadly because she was right but since that night, I can't stop thinking about her.
"I was hoping I could talk to you, for just a little bit. I inform her and she scoffed.
"You are kidding? I don't really think now is a good time. Maybe in the morning, at school...because right now I'm really not in the mood to see you! You should go, Meg...Megan" she replied coldly. Despite my promise to myself I can't give up that easily.
"Just one minute, Amanda and then I'll leave you alone. I promise." Defeat was thick in my voice. Even more defeat lay in her eyes. And I know that right now she hates me.
"One minute, and I'm pretty sure you would just stand out there waiting if I said no." She stood back from the door, letting me in. I walk only a few feet into the living room, not inviting myself to sit down, or travel any further in. "What did you want to talk about?" She closed the door but did not move far from it and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I wanted to apologize for everything stupid that I've done 2 days ago. I've been selfish with you and I didn't mean to kick you out of my house like that. You've been amazing all this time, and I've just..." I start to say.
"Megan, just... don't right now." she interrupted me and crossed to the other side of the room, moving further away from me. "You should go."
I am suddenly desperate and sad that she wants me to be out of her house so fast. I know that I hurt her but she hurts me too.
"Amanda, please! Whatever I need to do to fix this, please just tell me. I'll do anything, say anything. We can talk about all this and try to figure out what to do between us! I can't stand this and I want us to be something more than best friend!" I blurt out. She widened her eyes and showed me a shock and angry expression.
"You don't need to do or say anything...I know that I can't blame you for all this cuz everything was my fault! But I'm sorry, like I said I'm not ready to be more than that, Megan! Why can't you just understand?" she yelled and I flinch.
"You're mad, Amanda, I know you're mad at me and at yourself. I know you've done stupid things, and I don't blame you for that cuz i know that you weren't ready for me to tell you about my feelings and I..."
"Stop, Amanda, just stop! I can't do this right now." She stopped my words in my throat again and the pain in her eyes was impossible to miss. "I'm not mad at you" she added. I laugh bitterly.
"You've been avoiding me, how are you not mad? You barely talk to me, you don't look at me the same, and you literally ran away from me today." I yell back
"You did the same thing to me the day after you kicked me out of your house! And today you were fucking a girl in the corner of the school...So yeah, you're right I'm mad because you said you like me and you were already jumping a girl...I just can't deal with... you should go." she screamed. Shit! She wasn't supposed to see this! I watch to the ground because now I can say that I'm guilty for that part.
"You really want me to go?" I ask sadly, looking her deeply in the eyes even if she was trying to avoid them.
"You should go." She started to walk away again, heading further into the apartment toward her bedroom. No! I can't let her go just like that, I need her, she's my best friend and I don't want to lose her over something that I start.
"Wait!" Before I can stop myself, I run forward toward her, grabbing her by the elbow.
"Please don't walk away from me." I plead.
She pulled herself from my grasp. "What do you want from me, Megan? You know me, I can't give you what you waiting for!" she desperately informed me.
I grab her once again, promising myself that this would be my last attempt. "Then what is going on?"
With no warning, she grabbed my shoulders and spun me around with her, bracing me against the wall gently.
"I can't deal with this right now." Her words were soft with an air of defeat. Our bodies were too close together, making it hard to think, hard to breathe. Her green eyes gazed deeply into mine. She braced herself against the wall. My heart refused to slow.
"Can't deal with what? Please, tell me, I need to know!" I exclaim.
"You" My heart dropped. "I can't think straight when you're around." she confessed. It was the last thing I expected her to say, and her warm breath on my cheek only made her words more intoxicating.
"What...what are you talking about?" I had forgotten how to breathe.
"I don't trust myself with you. Megan I..." Her hand dropped to my face, cradling my cheek. "I... can't stop thinking about you." she said softly. Ok, now I'm confuse!
"Why is that bad? Why can't you just be with me if you know that you like me and can't control yourself then?" I raise my voice because I'm very angry. She sighed. She looked frustrated with herself.
"We kissed each other at the party and if it wasn't for me we would have probably ended up making out somewhere and I... Meg, I don't think I can control myself around you!" she exclaimed.
"Then stop trying...and just deal with it, Amanda! Why is this so hard for you to deal with your feelings for me?" I ask coldly.
"You just... you don't get it." she groaned, reaching her hand in her hairs.
"What don't I get? Explain it to me!" I hiss. She stepped closer, closing all space between us. My heart was out of control in my chest as I look straight into her eyes.
"I want you, Megan but..."she began but I stop her words.
"Then take me." The words were barely out of my mouth before her lips connected solidly with mine. There was desperation behind her kiss, as if it were her last chance. Her fingers laced behind my head, holding me against her. I part my lips and welcome an even deeper kiss, reaching my hands out to grab onto her arms, the nearest part of her I could reach. Unlike the time before, there was no trace of regrets in her kiss. Her tongue slipped past my lips and ran along my own, sending a surge of electricity through my body. I want her. I need her. Her free hand began to explore my body through the tissue of my dress, down my side, across my spine, over my stomach. My breath come heavy against her mouth; I can't get enough. Just as my own hands begin to explore her soft body, she grabbed it, intertwining my fingers with her own over my head. Her lips dropped to my neck, biting and sucking hardly on my skin.
"Amanda..." I pull on her hand, stepping slightly to the side and take her with me. She followed blindly for a few steps, lips not leaving my body, until she realized where my path was leading: backwards toward her bedroom. We're lucky that her parents or sister aren't there.
"Meg..." She breathed the word heavily against my jaw. "I don't think I can handle that kind of temptation."
"I'm counting on it." I reply. Together, we stumbled backwards through the doorway from the force of her kiss. We were in the hall, only a few steps from her room. Her tongue danced across my lips, her fingertips brushing the sensitive skin on my neck. No longer needing my encouragement, she guided me to her room, never allowing an inch of her body to stray from mine. The back of my knees hit her mattress, almost throwing me off balance, but she held me too solidly against her. I begin to lower myself to the edge of her bed, bringing her with me. For a moment, I was afraid she might protest, pull away and tell me to go home, or tell me it wasn't right. Not only did she continue kissing me, she grabbed me around the waist, lifting me and sliding me further back on the bed. The room was soon filled with the sound of our heavy breathing. I'm on my back within seconds, her weight hovering above me as she kept herself propped up on one elbow. Her free hand continued to explore me above my clothing, still with that hint of desperation. Even so, the second she neared the places I want her to go, she would pull back and slide her hand elsewhere. One of her legs slid in between mine as I lay my hands on her lower back. Our kissing intensified, our tongues mixing together. A small groan escaped her lips when my hands slid under her shirt and onto her bare skin. Her hand gripped me tighter as I push upward, trying to work her shirt off. Only allowing our contact to break for the smallest fraction of a second, she leaned her weight away from me and pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it behind her, not wasting a second before coming back to my lips. More of her weight dropped down on me, and I savor every inch of bare skin. As it had a week ago, her hand found my knee and began sliding upward to the bottom of my already heightened dress. Her fingers set my skin on fire, and I moan into her mouth, trying to pull her closer to me. The moan seemed to set her off even more. She pushed the dress up further, baring my stomach and removing my bra. Finally, she pulled the dress off over my head, dropping it to the side with my bra and leaning back to look at me. Her eyes moved up and down, taking in every inch of my exposed skin. Slowly, a blush that made no sense started to creep into my cheeks as I wonder how I look to her. Yet, she's my best friend but it was awkward for me at this moment. Amanda's eyes locked onto mine, and she smiled that sexy crooked smile.
"Wow." She blurted out. I smirk.
"You've seen me like this before." I reason if for no other purpose than to keep myself calm. She had seen me topless a number of times through the years. Her fingers brushed over my ribs and down my stomach, stopping right at the edge of my bottoms, sending a shiver through my body.
"Not like this," she breathed, "never like this." Her lips were on my neck, small stubble scratching even more, but I love the feeling. Even more shivers came when her tongue tickled the sensitive skin. Slowly, the kisses moved downward. The muscles in my stomach tighten sharply as my breathing grows shallower. When the kisses landed in between my breasts, she looked up at me. Our eyes locked and did not break. My hips grind against her, both of her legs now between mine. Her other hand moved along my skin, over my side and along my back until she came to my hair and removed my elastic. At the same time her kisses worked their way to my right breast, the left one and now on my stomach. I moan shallowly in my throat, running my hands through her hair. She used her free hand to massage my other bare breast as she's kissing and sucking on my ribs and stomach. She kissed a few more time before giving a final suck hard enough to leave a mark like she did onto both side of my neck. After a short time, she continued downward again. My stomach shakes more as she moved closer to my belly button, running her hands along my sides. Finally, her lips were directly above the thin fabric of my underwear kissing from hip bone to hip bone. I let out an ecstatic whimper and run my hand through her hair, our eyes still locked. Her fingers slid inward until they met, and then back outward again, hooking around the thin strings at the side of my underwear beginning to pull them down. Just as the fabric pulled away and she dropped it to the floor, I begin getting nervous. Because one I've never done this with my best friend but only with two girls. And now I was scare. About what? About everything that might happen after that.
"Amanda," I breathe through my panting. She was kissing my inner thigh, working her way up. It was a sensation I have never felt before. That was where I stop her "You don't have to...if you don't want to. "I end. She looked up at me, first in confusion and then understanding.
"You've never felt this before, have you?" She blurted out. I shook my head with some embarrassment. As I had said before, I never felt something special and good like this with the girls I've slept with.
"Well now you do." She was even closer to it. She sucks on my inner thigh, leaving me gasping quietly. She really wants to leave red marks all over my body. She was right when she said she couldn't control herself around me. Haha! With the single act, she had me desperate for her to keep going. With no further warning, her tongue split apart my pussy and she licked slowly, all the way up. I almost scream from the sensation, gripping onto her hair with one hand and a fistful of blankets with the other. Three more times she runs her tongue all the way up, each time causing a low moan to form in my throat.
"Oh shit" I moan. Her tongue flicked against me again. She was looking up at me, and it was the most amazing sight I had ever witnessed. Quickly, her arm wrapped around my waist, holding me in place and her tongue flicked my sensitive spot over and over again. As she licked, her other hand moved upward. She slid two fingers inside of me.
"Oh God! " The feeling was intense and like nothing else. I shove the heel of my hand against my lips, muffling my moan as best I could. Slowly, she started to work her fingers in and out while keeping her lips wrapped around my sensitive spot. My moans tried to grow, but I rein them in, doing everything I can to keep from yelling out completely as she slid another finger. My back begins to arch, pushing me closer to her. Her arm around my waist kept me from moving too far. Too quickly, she pulled away, but moved up toward me. Her finger stopped moving inside me, but remained inside nonetheless. She put his lips again my ear.
"Don't you dare keep quiet," she whispered in a breathy voice, giving me a wanting shiver. Her fingers began to move slowly, working its way out then back. And just like that she starts to move faster. My fingers dig into the blankets as her lips clasped back down on my sensitive spot making me call out loudly, exactly as she'd wanted. My abs drew in and my legs start to shake. Still she sucked, licked and fingered. I didn't know these sensations, like my insides was about to erupt. Then, right as it was about to become unbearable, my toes curl up against the mattress and I feel a release more amazing than anything I can have imagine. She didn't lose speed until the wave passed. Her fingers slowed and then stopped as she slipped her finger out. God! I think I'm going to pass out. The bed shifted as Amanda moved up next to me. I try to look at her, but I can see clearly. I try desperately to catch my breath.
"Meg?" she, too, was panting, but her concern showed through.
"You okay?" She continued I nod slightly, still trying to come down. "Come here." She pulled me against her chest. Still, I can't help but feel a bit lost. Was that all she wanted from me? Sex! It went from imagined to real so there was no reason for us to become more than just best friends, as we had always been.
"...So..." I start but cut myself off, not sure how to ask.
"So? " She twisted her hand around mine and locked our fingers together between our chests. Her eyes were on mine.
"So, was this just, you know a one-time thing?" It was a question I have to ask, but one I did not want the answer to. She smiled a little more, her eyes shining.
"I hope not." This answered the question I had asked, but not the one that was truly going through my mind. I was waiting for more than that but I guess that it won't happen.
Katherine's Pov
It was 11;47 pm and I was already supposed to be home but I see someone that I didn't want to see. I'm scare, I can't believe that he found me, I thought that if I ran back to Vegas, he'll never find me but he did and I can't do anything about it.
''You thought that I wouldn't find you, right? Don't be a fucking moron, cuz now I'm leaving there." I know the answer without having to think about it. Dave's apartment was only a little over a mile away from the Davie's house. With the weather still nice, he would have walked over, but not have taken out his car. "And I never tell anyone that."
"You have a criminal record." I hiss. He glared at me.
"That apartment isn't in my name, so don't worry, we'll have plenty of alone time." The words weren't even teasingly sarcastic. They were bitter with an underlying promise of 'alone time' being anything but good. Before I know it, a retort crossed my lips.
"You don't have to be such an ass hole." Pushing me away from him, he whacked me in the back of the head.
"Watch how you talk to me, you useless, little bitch." He said coldly. And I flinch. I look to the floor of the car, trying to keep my breathing under control. I wish that Amy was here with me right now, because she always find a way to get me out of troubles. But now, I'm alone and she can't save me.
"Dave, take me home." I plead but he shook his head. He didn't care if I was scare or not.
"Shut up! I didn't say that you can talk." He yelled
"Dave, take me home, please." Despite the tears rising in my eyes, I manage to push the words out with confidence.
"No, I don't think I will. It took me three weeks to find you and now you're mine!" He said. Just then, my phone rang. The ringtone told me exactly who it was, but I can have guessed anyway.
"Don't even think about answering that." From his tone, he had been able to guess to. For the absolute first time, despite all the yelling matches and fights we had had before, I was completely scared of him. He knows about Amy, I told him and I felt stupid for telling him. Within minutes, we pulled into the dark parking lot to the apartment that was completely off the radar of anyone who would try looking for me. Before I can grab the handle of my own door, he wrapped his hand around my arm and dragged me out the driver door.
"We have lots and lots to talk about." He said harshly. The second we were inside; he pulled me to his bedroom and threw me to the wall, planting himself inches away. He started yelling. Slut. Whore. Bitch. Skank. Useless. The words flew from his mouth. My heart beat rapidly, but I put forth all effort to keeping myself calm, relatively speaking. Talking back was always a mistake, but his rage showed how much more than a mistake it would actually be. Angered mixed with my fear. I hold it in. When my phone rang again, he slapped me. The third time he slammed me into the wall. Finally, he ripped my phone from my pocket and threw it to the other side of the room.
"Don't..." It came out before I could stop myself.
"What was that, Kath?" He slammed me against the wall. "What did you say? I didn't hear you! You should have never run away from me, babe" Slapped me across the face. "Maybe I should remind you who your boyfriendis. What do you think about that?" . See, Dave is not my boyfriend, but my drug dealer. When I started to buy drugs from him, after my parent's death, he was nice with me. But one night he started being possessive saying to everyone that I was his girlfriend and all. I immediately stopped buying drugs I told him that I stop, but he got madder. Grabbing me solidly by the arm, he whipped me backwards, making me trip and fall onto his bed. He was walking toward me.
"No." Disoriented, my attempted to roll away from him only got me wrapped in the sheets. "No, Dave!" He clasped a hand over my mouth and lowered the weight of his body against mine.
"Stop it!" I scream against his palm, pounding my hands against his chest. My efforts did nothing. Once I realize there was no way I can fight him off, I close my eyes and willed myself away. Every few minutes, the muffled tone of my phone broke through to my thoughts making Amy's face come in to view. Why she wasn't there when I need her? There was no concept of time in that room, leaving me unable to even grasp how much time had passed between the fight and when I'm left lying there, naked, trying desperately not to cry. Dave sat near his window, smoking a cigarette.
"Get the fuck out." He finally said, not even looking at me. "We're done." Just like that. I get up slowly and pulled on my clothes, feeling sore all over. Even after I stop fighting, he had been extraordinarily rough. I would no doubt have bruises before morning if they hadn't already begun to form. Finally grabbing my phone from the corner of his room, I rush from the room, out the apartment and into the air. It was dark, making me not want to walk the three miles home by myself, but I also have no money and didn't want Amy or Amanda or her parents to see me as I was. There was no doubt in my mind as to how I looked, and no doubt what them seeing me would bring about. Instead, I walk to a bar a few blocks over where I had been several times with Rebecca. Walking in the door, I bump into someone. Looking up, I see he was a larger guy with a lot of facial hair.
"Sorry," I mumble, keeping my head down and continuing on my way. The first thing I do was slip into the bathroom to fix myself up as best I can, splashing cold water on my face and running my fingers through my tangled hair, ripping more than untangling. Fifteen minutes later, I was satisfied and headed back out to the bar. Instead, I roam into the crowd, trying to find a quiet place to call Amy so that she would come pick me up. Finding a relatively free spot, I flip open my phone. Before I can even begin dialing Amy's number, I saw the message on my phone. "21 Missed Class: 10 from Amy, 8 from Amanda and 3 from Ashley". I clear the message and start typing in Amy's number. Just before I hit the green call button, someone stepped closer to me.
" Hey there, baby. All on your own tonight ?" It was the same guy I had knocked into on my way in. In a strange way, he had an air of familiarity about him.
"N-no..." My voice is shaky, and I focus on keeping my thoughts singular and not slipping back to any of the events from the night.
"My boyfriend is around here somewhere." Before waiting for a response from him, I hit the call button and started moving away. It only rang once.
"Hey, Katherine. Are you okay?" Her voice was instantly concerned. I take a deep breath and hoped my words would come out clearly.
"I'm fine, just..." I start to say but the jerk was still there.
"Come on, cutie, don't be like that. I think I know someone who would love to see you." His hand was on my arm pulling me back towards him.
"Let me go." I pull away sharply and remembered my phone. "Amy?" Her voice changed to a deeper concern with an edge of anger.
"Who is that? Who's there with you?" she asked sharply. The guy leaned toward me so that his face was very near the microphone of my cell, almost as if he were trying to speak straight into it.
"Let's have some fun, baby. Put that phone away." He was grabbing at me, trying to wrap an arm around my waist.
"What's going on?" Amy's voice rose to panic.
"Get off of me!" I push the guy further away as hard as I could and finally got a full look at his face. Immediately, I understood why he seemed familiar.
"OhmyGod"He was Dave's older brother. Back peddling, I head straight for the closest door.
"Katherine, talk to me. What is going on?" I look behind me, relieved to see the guy didn't follow.
"I need a ride." It took all of what was left of my control to speak clearly and calmly. When I get to the back of the bar, I push through the large, steal door and walk outside into an abandoned portion of the parking lot surrounded by other abandoned buildings. It was a bit bigger than an alley way, but not by much.
"Katherine, what happened? Are you okay? What's going on? Where are you?" There were too many questions, but through them I can hear that she was getting up and getting ready to leave. Through the phone, I hear the front door close and the jingle of keys.
"I'm...yeah... Dave and I were fighting and..." The words stuck in my throat and refused to come out. I can't tell her the whole truth about the real story because I'm not ready for that. She doesn't know who Dave is really is. I told her about him but I didn't tell her about the drugs and all.
"Did he hit you?" she asked angrily.
"No," I lied.
"Is he with you?" she asked again.
"No...no. I'm by myself."
"Who were you talking to?"
"I don't..." I couldn't lie again. "It was Dave's brother. I just ran into him, and he started grabbing at me. I'm at the Last Chance." I blurt out.
"That bar on Church Street?" It sounded like she was moving faster.
"Yeah, that one." She was in his car and the engine started.
"Listen, this is not a good time to be in that neighborhood, especially for you. You shouldn't be there by yourself. Is Dave's brother still around?"
"No. I don't know where he went." I say urgently.
"Is Max working tonight?"
"Yeah."
"Stay inside and stay by him. I'll be there in five minutes. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you until I get there?" she asked me. I was shaking my head before realizing he couldn't see that through the phone.
"No," I say out loud. "It's fine. I'll be fine. I'll go back inside right now and stay close to Max."
"Okay," she didn't sound to be in too much of a hurry to let me off the phone. "Five minutes. Stay inside; I'll come in and get you... and maybe break that guy's arm." She hissed. That's my girl! And that's one of the reasons to why I still love her for being there for me and for whom she is. Just as I'm about to reiterate my promise to do what she asked, the back door swung open. "Shit." My hand dropped slightly, lowering the phone from my ear as I saw the person walking towards me. On the other end of the phone, Amy was calling to me, but I couldn't understand her words.
"What do you want, Dave?" I asked with a shaky voice.
"Katherine!" With the single word, I recognize his slur. Less than half an hour had passed since I'd been in his room, but he was already drunk. "Just the girl I was looking for. You know... when my brother called and told me you were here, I realized there were a few things I forgot to tell you."
"Get away from me..." My voice was far from demanding, too drained to be strong.
"Hmm... you know, I think you'll really really want to hear this. It'll really explain some things that I don't think you fully understood." I step back as far as I could, stupidly putting my back against a brick wall.
"You really are a fucking dumb shit. A back alley, by yourself, at night. How much dumber could you get?" he said and laughed.
"What do you want?" It was a nightmare. Worse.
"Just to explain why a guy like me would be caught dead with a stupid bitch like you. I corrupted the innocent little girl they had tagging along, and even took her away from them. You are so fucking stupid if you ever thought I actually gave a shit about you. You were only good for the sex and drugs." He kept walking forward, but I had nowhere to go. Too soon, he was only inches away. The phone now hung limply from my fingers, yet to be closed.
"Okay, so I was nothing. I am nothing. You said what you wanted to say..." I hiss in his face.
"You know... I haven't really decided if I want to be done with you or not. You were good for a personal little emotional punching bag. You just always came back for more." He put his hand on the wall next to my head. I close my eyes and could only think, 'not again. Not twice in one night'. White lights reddened my vision, and I open my eyes to find a car spinning around the corner into the alley. The tires squealed, making Dave turn over his shoulder just as a figured, outlined behind the bright lights, stepped from the car.
"I'm going to rip your fucking throat out, Dave if you don't get away from her!" The intensity in Amy's voice was even more frightening than it had been earlier.
"Easy there tiger. Wouldn't want to risk this one getting hurt or anything, now would we?" He moved closer, putting his hands on my waist.
"Katherine, get in the car." The anger was deeply rooted in her voice. Dave gripped tighter, pulling me up against him.
"Aw, come one. We're not quite done playing yet. You're really going to ruin our fun?" Struggling against him did nothing, he only held tighter. My own eyes found Amy's furious ones, desperate for any amount of reassurance. She stepped closer, leaving the door open and the car running.
"This is your last chance to get your fucking hands off of her." She screamed. I never saw this side of her and to be quite honest, I was scare about what she might do to him.
"Mmm... and if I don't?" he replied with a cheeky smile. Amy covered the area between us in less strides than should have been possible. Grabbing Dave by the shoulder, she pulled him off of me easy and slammed him solidly against the brick wall, pinning him by the throat with her forearm.
"If you don't, I rip your fucking throat out." Her breathing was labored, intensified by her anger. "Kat, get in the car now!" she yelled at me. Oh, I forget to tell you, my girl is black belt. So she can easily kick the shit out of you. Haha!
"What are you going to..." I start to ask but she interrupted me.
"Get. In. The car." Not willing to argue with her, I slowly moved away, not taking my eyes off of them as I backed toward the car, my shadow playing against the wall and across they faces.
"I told you not to hurt her, to never ever lay your hands on her." I hear Amy say to the boy.
"You can have the bitch. I don't need her anymore." He hissed. Rearing back, Amy hit him square in the gut. Once. Twice.
"Amy!" I couldn't let her lose control. It was a stupid thing to do. Her attention broke to me for only a second, but it was a second too much. Pushing her off, Dave took a swing, narrowly missing her jaw. Quick to retaliate, Amy took a swing of her own, landing right on target, and threw Dave back into the wall. Too much was going on, one pushed, the other pushed back. One hit, the other hit back. I stood rooted in place, unable to do anything more than watch. Finally, Amy pulled back and hit Dave square in the temple, throwing him off balance and to the ground. He spat, clearing the blood from his mouth. Picking him up by his shift collar, Amy pulled their faces in close.
"You don't come near her ever again! Or I will kill you." Another hit to the face. "And i'll take my time." A final blow before throwing in against the wall and letting him slump to the ground. I swallow hard because I'm scare and I don't want Amy to get in more troubles. Amy stood and turned slowly, catching me staring at her, wide-eyed and breathless.
"Get in the car, Kate." She said one last time, voice rough and breathing heavy, still furious. I can't argue with her right now, not when she's so angry. I clung to the seat, trying to not look as the road whizzed by faster than it should have.
"Amy?" I breathe out, pushing through my panic. Her jaw was set in a definitive line, and her eyes didn't leave the road for even a second. "Amy..." I tried again, this time with a bit more conviction.
"Give me a second, Katherind." I nodded, knowing she couldn't see me, and continued to watch her face. Finally, we began to slow. Until that moment, I was not aware of what direction we had been heading. Then it was obvious that we were pulling up to the house. She pulled into a spot and killed the engine, but made no movement to get out. Her breaths were deep and forced.
"Are you okay?" She finally asked, slowly. It was hard to see her in the darkness, but the shadows made her even more frightening.
"I'm fine." I lied. She hit her hands on the wheel and turned to me. I jump.
"You're lying...And I'm sure that you didn't tell me the whole story!" She hissed.
"Yes," I answered truthfully, "but you're scaring me." She sighed heavily and took a few more deep breaths before turning to look at me. Her blue eyes had softened with concern, and there was very little left to frighten me.
"I'm so sorry, Kate." Even in the given circumstance, I loved it when she called me that.
"I am. I'm usually a lot more even tempered, but that..." she couldn't find the proper word to describe Dave the way he wanted.
"I should have made sure you were okay earlier, but I was worried that if you started to cry or started telling me what really happened, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from going back there and..." she shook her head, unable to finish what she wanted to say. ''Let's get inside''.
Too quickly, I shook my head. Ashley was the last person I wanted to see me in my current state. Amy was bad enough; the pair of them would be a million times worse.
"Okay, come upstairs then and warm up." she opened her door and got out; I did the same. Before I could take a step away from the car, her arms were around me, holding me tighter than I ever remembered, clutching me to her body. Instinctively, I buried my face against her chest as she wrapped one arm around my lower back and the other near my neck, her head dropping down nearer mine. The quivers from her chest told me she was either near tears or still shaking with anger.
"I'm sorry, I wished that I was there to stop him from hurting you!," she whispered into my hair. The warmth of her breath caused goosebumps to grow up and down my arms. "You're safe now. I promise you're safe. I'm never going to let him hurt you again. I promise." Her arms were warm. I tacitly believed her. "I'm so sorry."
I wanted words to come, something to tell her she didn't need to be sorry, but my brain was too foggy and clouded with emotions I couldn't understand.
"Come on, let's get you inside." she pulled away from our hug and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, keeping me close and leading me into the house. Once we got in, thank god everyone was asleep she closed and locked the door behind us. For some reason, being in her house made me feel even worse, almost like I was walking into the home of someone I had just cheated on. She started to say something to me, but I cut her off.
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" I ask softly. She was watching me, rather intently, and most likely noticed the change that rippled through me.
"Of course," she spoke gently, giving my shoulder a small squeeze, "go on into the bathroom, I'll get you something to change into."
As I stepped away from her, she seemed almost reluctant to let go; her grip lingering for only a fraction of a second longer than necessary. I was in the bathroom for less than a minute before she walked in with a pair of her shorts and a t-shirt for me.
"here.i brought you a t-shirt and a short" she informed me. Taking them from her, I felt even more saddened. An 'I told you so' would have been deserved from her, but I couldn't imagine that even crossing her mind. Instead, she was doing everything she could to take care of me after Dave proved that everything Amy had ever said about him was all too true. I tried to say thank you, but where could I even begin? Before I could even open my mouth , she spoke.
"You can use the towel on the rack, and the wash cloth on top of it. I just put them out, haven't used them yet... I'll leave you alone. Take as long as you need." She said and walked out and closed the door behind her. I set the water to a comfortable level and started the shower, stripping off my clothes and stepping into the tub. The water felt good as I began to scrub myself, but all at once it was not good enough. Dave's face came into view and I scrubbed harder, turning the hot water up a bit more. There were red patches on my skin where I scrubbed, and the heat of the water was almost too much, but I needed it. Then, I could hear Dave's voice, the names that he called me and the vile things he grunted into my ear while he fucked me. I could feel him hitting me, touching me. I could feel the weight of his body on top of mine. All at once, I was crying, having to lean up against the side of the shower to support my own weight. Then I was falling, sliding, my body slowly slumping toward the base of the tub until I curled myself into a ball, bringing my knees up to my chest and burying my face in them, sobbing uncontrollably. The hot water rained down on me as I sat, naked and vulnerable. Had five minutes passed since I had collapsed? Ten? All I could do was cry as the room filled with steam, wrapping me in a blanket of warmth that provided no warmth. There was a knock, just one, gentle and timid.
"Kate?" A tiny creak and an even smaller surge of cool air told me the door was cracked. "Kate, are you okay?" The sound of her voice was calming, reminding me that I wasn't alone.
"I'll be done in a second, Amy." My voice was clearly choked and shaken with my sobs, something I knew she couldn't not notice. I could feel her hesitation as she lingered near the door.
"Alright. I'll be out here waiting, but take your time." Her words were purely without subtext. She was not annoyed or trying to rush me. Instead, she was only telling me that she would be there when I got out. She would be waiting to comfort me. It was only a minute after she closed the door again that I turned off the water and stepped from the shower, wrapping her towel around me. Looking down at my hands, I saw how pruned the skin was. No wonder she was worried, I must have been in for a lot longer than I had been aware of. Once I was dry, I pulled on the shorts and t-shirt she had lent me. As the shirt came over my head, I noticed how strongly it smelled of her, giving me a tickle of warmth that had nothing to do with the foggy air. I really miss her! When I emerged, she was sitting on the couch in her bedroom, looking disheartened and concerned. She looked up at me as I walked in and attempted to give me a comforting smile, though it came out quite pained. Without hesitation, I went and sat beside her where she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me against her chest. Her fingers massaged their way through my wet tangles, calming me significantly. Her body was warm and comforting, welcoming.
"What happened tonight, Kate?" There was reluctance, as if she was asking a question to which she did not want to know the answer. I had my own reluctance, but slowly, word by word, the entire story started to fall out of my mouth. Halfway through, I was crying again, causing her to hold me closer, though, from the sound of her breathing, she was close to tears herself. I could feel her heart beat against her ribs and the sound was soothing. She stroked my hair and ran her fingers up and down my arm as I spoke, relaxing me even more. Once everything was out, she pressed his lips against the top of my head, not kissing, but simply resting herself there. It brought a whole new wave of emotions and guilt, making me wish I were still scrubbing myself in the shower. An uncomfortable feeling rose in my chest.
"Today wasn't the first time he hit you, was it?" she asked me. The words were calm and even, but I could feel the fury behind them.
"I'm sorry, Amy," I choked out, unable to properly answer the question. Even more, I felt that she already knew what it was. Her hand tensed into a fist on my arm.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. You've done nothing wrong." She explained. If only she knew the truth about the drugs. Which I still didn't tell her. She looked down at me and moved her hand under my chin, urging it up gently. Our eyes met for the first time since I stepped out of the shower. Her own eyes were stained red with tears, though it didn't look like she had allowed any to escape down her face.
"You have done absolutely nothing wrong," she said again, slowly, as if explaining something very important.
"I should have listened to you and to everyone else, you all have been telling me that..." I say between my tears
"Shh," she moved her hand to the side of my face, her thumb covering my lips. "It doesn't matter." She added
I started to protest, "But what if you get into trouble for what...", but she shook her head.
"It doesn't matter. Just know that I'm never letting you out of my sight again." A smile flickered to her lips, showing me that she was teasing.
"I think I'm okay with that." I snuggled closer to her, finally feeling at ease like the old time. There was more I wanted to say. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was that she had to take care of me, sorry that she might get into trouble for what happened. Sorry that I hadn't listened to her in the first place. Yet, I felt that everything could wait. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against my forehead.
"I'm just so glad you're okay. I mean, I know you... but you're here. You're back and safe." She said in rush
"And sleepy." Until the words slipped out, I hadn't even realized how true they were.
"You're always sleepy." I knew immediately that she was referring to the wide range of times I had fallen asleep on her, and couldn't help but smile.
"It's your fault for being so comfy and warm." My body was relaxing in to her, slowly, yet without restraint. She chuckled shortly.
"I'll be sure to stop that immediately." A sigh escaped her lips as I dropped my head against her chest, desperately wanting to hear her heartbeat again.
"Do you still not want to go to your room?" There was a hint of strain in her voice as she whispered the words. Nothing short of her telling me to leave could have made me go.
"If you don't want me to stay..." I say.
"Didn't I just say I wasn't going to let you out of my sight? You are more than welcome to for however long you want." She informed me. Pulling my knees up onto the couch, I slumped ever further against her.
"If that's the plan, kid, we should probably get you settled before you fall asleep out here and I have to carry you to bed. I'll take the couch tonight." She said and we both chuckled. I started to sit up, feeling even worse about how far out of her way he kept having to go for me.
"I can sleep on the floor." I assure her and blush furiously.
"Nope." She hissed.
"Amy..." I try again.
"Nope."
"Seriously, it's..."
"Nope nope nope." Putting her fingers against her ears, she turned away from me. "La, la, la, la, I can't hear you!"
"Really? You're how old?" I grabbed at her arm, trying to pull her hands away from her ears. "Amy... You're being ridiculous." Suddenly, the mood was completely lightened, and all the problems of the night seemed a million miles away, simply because Amy acted as if she hadn't a care in the world.
"Fine, well, as long are you're not listening, you won't care if I say that I'm just going to go outside and sleep in your car to make sure I don't trouble you any more than I already have tonight. So I'll just see you later." I stood as if about to leave. The second I turned away, arms came around my middle.
"not so fast." She yelled and I smirk.
"I thought you weren't listening.", my voice came out strained.
"I have ESP. Can be quite inconvenient sometimes, especially if you're trying to ignore someone who is just talking nonsense." She said. To my great displeasure, I let out a groan of pain as my back hit the mattress. All of the laughter drained from Amy's face.
"Oh God, are you okay? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... I didn't even think..." she was frantic, desperate to apologize. In an instant, she looked ready to cry, eyes full of guilt.
"It's okay. I'm fine. I landed on a sore spot, that's all." I reply.
"...Can I see?" she asked softly.
"Amy, it's not a big..." I hiss because I don't want her to see this.
"Please, Katherine! Just let me see." I understood immediately that, for whatever reason, it was something she needed. Sitting up fully, I moved over on the edge of the bed to give her room to sit next to me. She was hesitant before lowering herself down. With my back to her, I grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt and pulled it upward, exposing my back to her. I knew, from experience, the blocks and lines of bruises that would be starting to form.
"Oh...I should have kill this bastard tonight!" she breathed sharply, and I watched her over my shoulder as her eyes scanned every inch of my bared skin. Slowly, she reached forward and placed the very tips of her finger across my spine, tracing the outline of purpling skin. She barely brushed a few inches before pulling her hand away sharply and closing her eyes. I can tell that she's feeling guilty right now. It wasn't until I lowered my shirt and turned back to face her that she opened them again, tears far too obvious in them as she hung his head.
"How could anyone hurt you, Kate? And the most important, the fact that you didn't tell me about this in first time! I just can't understand that." She asked coldly. I flinch at the tone of her voice. She wasn't looking for an answer, not one that could be expressed in words, anyway, and it was all I could do to wipe a tear from her face.
"Payback for all the zombies killed in the making of my high scores, I guess." I say and chuckled softly. But she didn't take it very well.
"How can you joke, Kate? After everything tonight..." she yelled softly. Leaning forward, I put my forehead up against her.
"I can joke because my ex, who's my bestfriend makes me feel safe. I know that as long as she's here for me, things will be okay, and I trust her more than anyone else in the world." I say softly.
She sighed. "I feel the same way about you you know that." She replied. I chuckled lightly at her response, feeling vaguely as though we had had the exchange before.
"You feel safe with me?" I teased, referring to how small and nonthreatening I was.
"Absolutely. Safe to be myself and to be honest. Safe to make mistakes. Safe to..." she stopped, but rather than wonder what she was about to say, I focused on keeping my heart steady. I needed to keep my thoughts in the right place.
"Safe to go into a zombie apocalypse and come out alive?" I add and laugh.
"You and your zombies." She mumbled and rolled her eyes.
"It's a safe topic, I guess." I smirk.
"You are so not twelve years old anymore." She chuckled.
I was laughing lightly. "In what ways are you referring?"
"Several." I looked at her in a way that said she needed to go on. "You can actually functionally play video games, you dive off the dock, I have photographic evidence that shows you wore a dress..."
The last one left me chuckling. "Anything else?" I ask with a smirk. She paused, chewing her words.
"One more." She let out, looking at me deeply in the eyes, like the first time we've met. I gave her a second to go on, but she didn't.
"And that would be?" I ask softly. Her lips pressed against mine suddenly, sending all the air from my chest. Just as quickly, her hand found the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her. Without hesitation and without allowing myself time to think, I returned her kiss, eagerly. Her lips were sweet and gently firm. I pulled him closer. I know that I shouldn't be doing this right now, because I told her that i wasn't ready for anything like that. But right now, I can't help myself, I missed this; her soft lips, her touches, her kisses and all. Shyly, her tongue brushed against my lips, as if unsure, but I met it with my own, hoping she would understand that as encouragement. Rising to my knees to turn myself more towards her, I was surprised when her hands found my thighs and slid me up against her, my legs on either side of hers, and pulled me back down. Our lips never separated as her kissing intensified and deepened, tongues exploring each other's mouths. One hand weaved through my hair as the other braced my lower back, keeping me against her, as if I would ever consider wanting to leave. I couldn't think, not knowing what to do with myself, continually moving my hands across her back, arms, neck, through her hair. She rocked gently, rubbing herself up against me. I met her movement, immediately intoxicated by the sensation. With her palm flat on my lower back, she guided me, bringing me down and in, slowly, sensually. Letting out a sigh against my lips, she lifted me slightly and lowered me backwards onto the bed, never allowing her body to lose contact with mine for even a second. She lay on top of me, body still between my legs. With my knees pulled up, the loose legs of the shorts slid down toward my hips, exposing more of my skin to her. Still kissing me deeply, she gripped my thigh in one hand, sliding along my smooth leg until her fingers brushed just under the short legs. Without venturing any farther, she lifted her hand and resettled it on my covered hip, this time toying with the hem of my shirt. My hopes alone of what she planned to do were enough to elicit a small moan. She began rocking against me again, very lightly, while slipping her hand underneath my shirt on onto my bare stomach. Her skin was erotically warm against my own, and I pulled her closer, gripping onto her t-shirt as if it were my final lifeline. Her hand slid further up, slowly following every curve until just below my breast, then back downward. Our lips pressed together with more force, almost frantically. Once her fingers came back to my hip, she gripped me with both hands and rocked me downward against her. Her firm body pushed against me in all the right places and I wrapped my fingers further into her shirt, maintaining what bit of self control I had left to keep from calling out. Not loosening her grip, she rocked me downward again, bringing herself up to meet me.
"Uh!" No longer able to hold it in, I moaned against her lips and that's when I regretted , too quickly, she pushed himself away from me.I give her a confuse and sad look.
"shit..." and stood from the bed. "Oh, shit. That didn't just... that... Shit." Covering her face with her hand and shaking her head, she started toward the door. "Goodnight, Kate."
Torn from my euphoria, I couldn't understand what had just happened, only that she was walking away.
"Wait! Amy, I'm sorry! What's going on with you? Please don't go." I ask in rush.
"I'm seeing someone, Katherine! And I can't do this to her, to myself or to you! It's not fair for anyone!." She hissed. And just like that my heart crash down again.
"Wait! Don't go. Please. Don't leave me alone. Not tonight. Please." she stood in the doorway, weight slightly forward as if she were readying erself to leave at any moment. "You can't let me out of your sight, right?" A wavering smirk raised the smallest portion of her lip, and she settled herself back onto her heels.
"Sounds about right." Her tone gave the feeling of defeat, yet not unpleasantly.
"Just... let me shower, okay. Five minutes and then I'll be right back." I nodded, still trying to maintain my composure, and watched her leave the room. Nothing made sense. What had just happened? I can't believe that she's seeing someone right now, I thought that she was single. I spent the first couple minutes of her shower hitting my head against the pillow, trying to straighten out at least one thought. When that didn't work, I flipped off the light and curled myself into a ball. She was mad at me. She had to be. Was she in the shower washing me off of her the way I had washed Dave off of me? Unable to take the thoughts, I squeezed my eyes as tightly as I could and silently begged for sleep.
"Katherine?" Her voice was soft in the darkness. I heard her bare feet on the carpet as she walked into the room. I did not open my eyes. The mattress shifted underneath me as she sat and then lowered herself down onto the bed, laying on her side toward me.
"I know you're still awake. You breathe differently when you sleep." she smelled like perfection, and I couldn't ignore her. Opening my eyes, I saw her looking right back at me, her every feature gentle and kind. There was no anger or annoyance. It was the same face I had known for years.
"I thought you might not come back in." I blurt out. Her hands closed around mine, bringing them close to her chest.
"I'm right here." Her nearness was comforting, though my head was spinning in confusion and conflicting feelings. My lips tingled, my heart was unsteady; I didn't know what to do. One of her hands found my cheek and brushed the hair off of my face, making me feel light.
"Just go to sleep" The soft voice, just as it had always been. "I'll be right here." Closing my eyes, it didn't take long before I felt myself being dragged into sleep. Slowly, my body grew limp, but she still held firmly onto my hand, a constant reminder that he was still there for me. Dave grabbed me, pulling me away forcefully, screaming things at me that I couldn't hear, before throwing me to the ground. His brother stood over me, too, smiling in the most frightening way. Scrambling, I tried backing away, but immediately hit a wall. They came forward, closer and closer, both starting to laugh. I jolted awake, immediately recognizing where I was but still feeling exposed.
"Amy?" I whispered gently, desperately hoping she wouldn't refuse what I was about to ask. "Amy, will you hold me? You can say no if you want, and..."
"Come here." There was no hesitation and no annoyance. There was only concern. She opened her arms and pulled me into her. Flat on her back, she guided my head to her chest and secured me in her arms. Draping my arm over her, I couldn't help but sigh in relief. The warmth of her body, the solidness of her arms, it was exactly what I needed. She ran her fingers through my hair and slowly massaged the nape of my neck.
"I told you I'd always be here to hold you. I'm never letting you go." She blurted confused, my lips still tingling, I fell asleep.
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