Chapter 23
Rachel swallowed, and licked her lips. "I'm so sorry Rachel." Collin said. Rachel shook her head, paused, then after years of holding them back, she burst into violent sobs of pain. All those lonely years. She had still remembered her friendships, but she could never love someone. She couldn't bring anyone along with her, and she didn't want to get too attached to someone that she would never see again.
Collin put a hand on her shoulder uncomfortably. He had been unfamiliar with the problem for so long, and he wasn't sure he could help. Tymmie took care of that as he came over, and from behind her, he put his arms around her shoulders. She didn't even realize that he had heard the whole conversation. She had been too busy lost in her own misery. After several minutes of crying, she massaged her cheeks, wiping off the tears.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she turned. "Tymmie!" He nodded, and squeezed her wrist.
"Mind if I have a second alone with him?" He asked, glancing at Stanton. She shook her head, and got up, then walked off quickly.
"Rachel." Serena said, trying to follow. Rachel hurriedly stomped into the kitchen as a bolt of lightening illuminated the linoleum and the walls. "Look, I'm sorry that we didn't say something but we wanted to hear."
Rachel turned angrily. "Why? So you can rub it in later?"
Serena shook her head, and put an sisterly hand on her arm. "No. Don't be like that. I didn't want to make myself noticed, but I just wanted to hear because I was curious. Tymmie, before we came in said that he had heard what was going on, and he wants to make you feel better." Rachel turned hopefully. "But he couldn't do that until he learned what was bothering you." She paused, then nodded, and apologized.
An alarm went off, and Serena went to the stove. She pulled out a large tray full of chocolate chip cookies. She blew on one, and whistled. A loud, scratching sound filled the air, and Rachel looked down to see a fat raccoon scooting up to Serena. She slowly walked to it, as it cleaned the cookie. She crouched down beside it, and smiled, then carefully scratched his ear. "He's yours?" Serena nodded, and handed Rachel a cookie.
Smiling, she accepted. "Thank you." She glanced down. "What's his name?"
"Wally." Serena said, and crouched beside Rachel, and rubbed his head. Serena turned back to her, and examined her clothes. "Want to change out of those?" Rachel nodded gratefully, and Serena took her upstairs. Ten minutes later, she was standing in front of a mirror, dressed in a yellow V-neck tee, and grey flannel sweats. A knock came at the door. "Come in," Serena said, closing her closet door.
Tymmie opened the door, and nodded to Rachel, then crooked his finger to Serena. She walked out, and after a few minutes, Tymmie came in. "I'm sorry." He said. Rachel smiled, and shook her head forgivingly. She rubbed her arm over her lips, trying to remove the lip gloss. Tymmie studied the gesture briefly, then smiled.
She looked at him confusingly, then asked, "What?"
He shook his head. "You wiped off the lip gloss." She looked at her arm, and found a tissue to wipe it.
"So? I only wear even lip gloss when I go out for a night on the town."
He grinned. "I know. I've always liked that about you." She turned her head, and modestly closed her eyes, shielding her them with thick lashes, making his smile broaden again.
She shrugged, and licked her lips, then said, "I basically depend on natural beauty." He nodded.
"And you have plenty of it." She put her hands on her hips.
"You intent on flattering me tonight?"
He laughed. "No. I just want to cheer you up." She smiled.
"And you've succeeded. Mostly." He grinned, then walked to Serena's stereo, and put on some tunes. "What are you doing?" she said with a little laugh. He moved his feet to the beat.
"What always cheers you up no matter what? Serena said we could." She smiled, and moved with him. They rocked it out for a few minutes, until things got heavy. She flipped her head, and caught a blinking look of need in his face.
Suddenly, he attacked her, his hands a vise on her small waist. He pressed his mouth hungrily to her throat. Sighing, she grabbed his neck. He pulled back, and his lips inches from hers said in a husky voice, "Be mine."
Boiling from the desire surging through her, she whispered, "Take me." He shoved her to the wall, and crushed her lips. She grabbed his shirt hem, and ran her fingers up his chest; under the shirt. He yanked it off, then went back to her eager mouth. He lifted her blouse, leaving only her bra. He kissed her neck and collar bone, and she moaned. He brought his lips lower still, making her writhe in pleasure.
Grasping the back of his neck, she hugged him to her chest. He yanked back. "No!"
She gripped the walls, and said, "What? What is it?" He wiped his lips shamefully, grabbed his shirt, and shoved it on, then turned back.
"I'm very sorry Rachel."
Rachel stomped over, and screamed helplessly, "Why do you do this to me?" He turned back angrily.
"It shouldn't happen to you." Saying no more, he changed into shadow. Not bothering to hide anything, she fell to her knees, and cried.
Rachel swallowed, and licked her lips. "I'm so sorry Rachel." Collin said. Rachel shook her head, paused, then after years of holding them back, she burst into violent sobs of pain. All those lonely years. She had still remembered her friendships, but she could never love someone. She couldn't bring anyone along with her, and she didn't want to get too attached to someone that she would never see again.
Collin put a hand on her shoulder uncomfortably. He had been unfamiliar with the problem for so long, and he wasn't sure he could help. Tymmie took care of that as he came over, and from behind her, he put his arms around her shoulders. She didn't even realize that he had heard the whole conversation. She had been too busy lost in her own misery. After several minutes of crying, she massaged her cheeks, wiping off the tears.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she turned. "Tymmie!" He nodded, and squeezed her wrist.
"Mind if I have a second alone with him?" He asked, glancing at Stanton. She shook her head, and got up, then walked off quickly.
"Rachel." Serena said, trying to follow. Rachel hurriedly stomped into the kitchen as a bolt of lightening illuminated the linoleum and the walls. "Look, I'm sorry that we didn't say something but we wanted to hear."
Rachel turned angrily. "Why? So you can rub it in later?"
Serena shook her head, and put an sisterly hand on her arm. "No. Don't be like that. I didn't want to make myself noticed, but I just wanted to hear because I was curious. Tymmie, before we came in said that he had heard what was going on, and he wants to make you feel better." Rachel turned hopefully. "But he couldn't do that until he learned what was bothering you." She paused, then nodded, and apologized.
An alarm went off, and Serena went to the stove. She pulled out a large tray full of chocolate chip cookies. She blew on one, and whistled. A loud, scratching sound filled the air, and Rachel looked down to see a fat raccoon scooting up to Serena. She slowly walked to it, as it cleaned the cookie. She crouched down beside it, and smiled, then carefully scratched his ear. "He's yours?" Serena nodded, and handed Rachel a cookie.
Smiling, she accepted. "Thank you." She glanced down. "What's his name?"
"Wally." Serena said, and crouched beside Rachel, and rubbed his head. Serena turned back to her, and examined her clothes. "Want to change out of those?" Rachel nodded gratefully, and Serena took her upstairs. Ten minutes later, she was standing in front of a mirror, dressed in a yellow V-neck tee, and grey flannel sweats. A knock came at the door. "Come in," Serena said, closing her closet door.
Tymmie opened the door, and nodded to Rachel, then crooked his finger to Serena. She walked out, and after a few minutes, Tymmie came in. "I'm sorry." He said. Rachel smiled, and shook her head forgivingly. She rubbed her arm over her lips, trying to remove the lip gloss. Tymmie studied the gesture briefly, then smiled.
She looked at him confusingly, then asked, "What?"
He shook his head. "You wiped off the lip gloss." She looked at her arm, and found a tissue to wipe it.
"So? I only wear even lip gloss when I go out for a night on the town."
He grinned. "I know. I've always liked that about you." She turned her head, and modestly closed her eyes, shielding her them with thick lashes, making his smile broaden again.
She shrugged, and licked her lips, then said, "I basically depend on natural beauty." He nodded.
"And you have plenty of it." She put her hands on her hips.
"You intent on flattering me tonight?"
He laughed. "No. I just want to cheer you up." She smiled.
"And you've succeeded. Mostly." He grinned, then walked to Serena's stereo, and put on some tunes. "What are you doing?" she said with a little laugh. He moved his feet to the beat.
"What always cheers you up no matter what? Serena said we could." She smiled, and moved with him. They rocked it out for a few minutes, until things got heavy. She flipped her head, and caught a blinking look of need in his face.
Suddenly, he attacked her, his hands a vise on her small waist. He pressed his mouth hungrily to her throat. Sighing, she grabbed his neck. He pulled back, and his lips inches from hers said in a husky voice, "Be mine."
Boiling from the desire surging through her, she whispered, "Take me." He shoved her to the wall, and crushed her lips. She grabbed his shirt hem, and ran her fingers up his chest; under the shirt. He yanked it off, then went back to her eager mouth. He lifted her blouse, leaving only her bra. He kissed her neck and collar bone, and she moaned. He brought his lips lower still, making her writhe in pleasure.
Grasping the back of his neck, she hugged him to her chest. He yanked back. "No!"
She gripped the walls, and said, "What? What is it?" He wiped his lips shamefully, grabbed his shirt, and shoved it on, then turned back.
"I'm very sorry Rachel."
Rachel stomped over, and screamed helplessly, "Why do you do this to me?" He turned back angrily.
"It shouldn't happen to you." Saying no more, he changed into shadow. Not bothering to hide anything, she fell to her knees, and cried.