Black strawberry kiss
Crowned with laurel
Chapter 10
Anne's horror
Ichigo's POV
I was taken by surprise by the shrill sound that I eventually realised what I was doing. Pulling away from Laurence quickly we looked to Anne flustered. She was frustrated as I could see and she looked like she was about to explode as she huffed towards us, her hands balled up in fists by her side. She was dressed in a casual suit of a knee length formal skirt and a blazer with a pink coloured blouse. Her hair pulled up in a bun.
What was she going to do? I'd kissed her sister-in-law, what would George do when he found out. George was protective enough over Laurence. So why was Anne so angry? Then it clicked. At least Anne clicked.
"Don't you dare… don't you dare… I've had enough of you Laurence… don't you dare tell me you are going out with this… this… Ichigo…"
She screeched. Of course tell it to the whole world. I'd never seen Anne act so agitated since Laurence had arrived. It was a stupid action. I shouldn't have kissed her, but I acted without thinking. I knew I did wrong. I was offended by the way she looked at me as if I was trash and the way she eventually spat out my name.
"No I won't have it… no… if George knew… if he knew he wouldn't leave you alone… I don't care if he's your big brother… George is my husband… and I will not tolerate you getting all of the attention."
That didn't make sense. I understood that Anne was jealous of Laurence's and George's relationship by the way she shrieked out in horror about the big brother statement. But how would I and Laurence dating effect how much time George spent with Anne. Yes George was protective, but he let Laurence live her life.
Laurence looked to me apologetically and quickly made for the door, Anne following angered. I was frozen. I didn't understand what was going on at all. But I followed them inside slowly. The two had gone to the kitchen, so I took an escape and ran to the spare room, Laurence had now occupied and I slid down on the wall cupping my nose and mouth with my hand. I was so ashamed of myself.
I took Laurence for granted. I kissed her without asking. I violated her. I felt dirty. I needed to apologise to her. I needed to ask for her forgiveness. I'd scared her. She was so tense. I didn't want her to hate me.
But why… why did I want to feel her lips some more… to feel her heat… to even engulf myself in her scent. I had never felt like this before and I felt sick to the stomach. What was going on?
I had heard the two yelling. But I didn't take much notice. When the yelling had stopped I was clutching onto my knees pathetically. I was absorbed so much in my thoughts of how stupid I was I didn't take much notice of Laurence walking in the room and taking a seat beside me. Her head leaning back against the wall, her legs outstretched on the floor and her palms resting on her knees turned upwards.
"You don't have to feel bad about anything."
She assured. I didn't answer to anything. I couldn't bring myself to say anything to her, I was that ashamed but I knew I had to talk to her.
"Please don't feel bad about it. I have no idea why Anne kicked off like that. Don't take any offense from her."
She said. She didn't seem one bit bothered about what had happened. But then I got this feeling that Anne was going to say something else when she was screaming. The way she stumbled on how to put a good enough word across about me.
Laurence eventually slid her hand to my own palm, clutched onto it and leaned forward, resting her chin on my knee, as she twisted her body to actually rest the way she rested. I tried hiding my face from her.
"Please don't worry about anything. I'm sorry."
She assured. Somehow however I knew she was still scared about what had happened, and she was possibly unsure. But when she embraced me, my heart sinking into the warmth, everything about what had happened just seemed to slip away.
Her breathing, calming, her scent, devouringly tempting, and her voice that made almost everything seem better; I couldn't get it out of my head. I wanted to stay in that embrace for the rest of my life. I'd be content if I'd die right then and there.
By the time George had gotten home everything was forgotten and a word wasn't spoken about the kiss. But I kept getting a few strange glances time to time from Anne as if she was warning me.
Dinner that night was uncomfortable. George had commented on how he liked Laurence's new hairstyle and how she suited it, and talk about the day went on. The usual was spoken, that George had a busy day and so on, Anne had to do late shifts over the weekend and our school day was boring as usual.
That night when we went to bed, it was awkward, but I slept eventually after calming myself. Nothing would be the same. At least I thought that. But it was a basic thought that I and Laurence would never be the same again, that I was wrong about, but I was right by the words, nothing would be the same again, for everyone. I hadn't realised how the kiss had made a drastic change for all of us.