Deliver Me
By Zyris de'Lat
Chapter 13:
After Jerrica's remark, silence fell over the truck. This time it was an awkward silence. Rory made the first move this time for the clothes. "We should probably get moving. I can drop you off at your house to get cleaned up?"
Something disturbed Jerrica about that remark. Something about her house made her feel uneasy. She couldn't place a finger on what though.
"I really don't want to go back home. Can I stay at your place for the next few days until we solve this matter? Whatever it is?" Jerrica said with unease. "This bruise really scares me. I think you are right about what you said earlier."
Rory was shocked with what he was hearing and replied clumsily, "Sure, you are welcomed to stay as long as you want. I would never deny you the right to stay at my house. Should we still stop by your house to pack a few things to take over to my place?"
"Sure, if you promise to stay with me while I go in," Jerrica said with a shiver running up her spine.
"What's wrong Jerrica? What is bothering you?" Rory questioned with concern.
Jerrica looked up at Rory with a weak smile and replied, "I wish I knew the answer to that question."
It was about a half an hour later when Rory finally pulled up into Starlight Mansion's driveway, Jerrica's house and orphanage.
Jerrica was sitting with her knees tucked up into her chest in the passenger seat of Rory's truck. Jerrica could not move. The house petrified her to death by its sight.
Rory looked over at Jerrica with a worried look and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think that I will be alright," Jerrica said while staring at the mansion.
The mansion looked so dark and empty, no life showed from within the house. It just looked cold and dead. Shadows were dancing around on the outside of the house from the moonlight.
"You don't look alright. Let me get out and help you with your door," Rory said with a kind suggestion.
"Okay," Jerrica agreed absently while still not breaking her eye contact with the mansion.
Rory quickly got out of the truck and walked around to Jerrica's door and opened it for her.
"Jerrica," Rory stated with half question.
"Yeah," Jerrica answered without thought.
Rory then continued, "You have to unbuckle your seatbelt before I can help you out of the truck."
"Oh," Jerrica said while breaking her eye contact with the mansion to look at Rory while blushing with embarrassment.
Jerrica raised a shaking hand to try to unbuckle her seatbelt when Rory quickly grabbed her hand in his. He then leaned over Jerrica to unbuckle it for her. When Rory finished, he looked into Jerrica's soft violet eyes and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.
Rory then whispered, "I don't know why going into your house has you so shook up, but no matter what happens I will not leave your side tonight."
Rory took a quick glance at the house, then gazed back into Jerrica's eyes and asked, "Are you sure you want to go ahead with this? I do have clothes at home that you can wear. I also have a spare toothbrush that isn't used. You can use my shampoo, toothpaste, and deodorant even." Rory tried to bring some light to the situation at hand.
This brought a smile to Jerrica's lips.
Jerrica then gazed into Rory's deep brown eyes that held a great deal of warmth.
"I know. I also feel that something terribly wrong is going to happen once I enter that house. I wish I knew what was bothering me." Jerrica then looked at the house and continued, "But there is something that I need to get that means a lot to me that I don't want to leave here if I am going to be gone for a long period of time."
Rory studied Jerrica's eyes for a moment. There was a raw need to them that Rory wished he could satisfy. At this moment, Rory wanted to hold Jerrica. He wanted to feel Jerrica's warm skin against his. He wanted to caress her and tell her that everything was going to be alright. He especially wanted to kiss her, and not just her mouth. He wanted to kiss her entire body, brushing his lips down her soft skin to the warmth of her center of desire. He wanted to taste her with his mouth and to run his tongue along her set of lips. He wanted to message her clitoris with his tongue. He especially wanted to feel himself inside her. To reach depths with her that no one has ever been before. He wasn't just talking about the pure pleasure of sex. Rory was talking about becoming one with Jerrica. Rory wanted to feel the pleasure of having the other half of his soul completed…
"Rory," Jerrica questioned while breaking Rory from his thoughts. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah," Rory answered while hiding the blush that was creeping up his face by stepping away from the vehicle and offering Jerrica his hand to help her get out.
Once Jerrica got out of the SUV, she took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. She then grasped Rory's hand in hers and muttered, "Here we go." She then started to walk towards the house with Rory falling in step beside her.
Jerrica stood in the main entrance of the house and couldn't believe what she saw. The house looked like no one entered it for years. The furniture was covered with thick dust and cobwebs. All the draperies were pulled shut and the emerald color looked faded from years of sunlight beating on it.
"Jerrica, are you alright?" Rory asked while gently shaking Jerrica by the shoulder.
Jerrica shook her head in response and blinked a couple of times. She then looked up at Rory's questioning face and looked back at the house.
"What?" Jerrica asked to no one in particular. She walked further into the house and studied the furniture and drapery. The dust and cobwebs were gone and the drapes retained their deep emerald color. The house looked just as it did yesterday and the day before that.
Jerrica pulled Rory towards the stairs while stating, "I think we should hurry and grab my things then leave here as fast as we can."
Rory looked at Jerrica and nodded his head in agreement. Rory then followed Jerrica upstairs.
Jerrica lead Rory to her room, the master bedroom. Jerrica didn't waste anytime. When she entered her room she quickly reached into her closet and pulled out two duffel bags. She handed one to Rory and threw one onto her bed.
"Can you go into the bathroom and throw things into that bag that will come in handy? Make sure you put everything in there that is in my medicine cabinet," Jerrica asked.
"Sure," Rory answered. He then turned to enter Jerrica's master bathroom that was connected to her bedroom.
Jerrica heard Rory moving around in her bathroom. This brought some comfort to her, she then returned to backing her bag full of clothes. When Jerrica finished, she walked over to her dressing table and opened the right top drawer. She reached into the drawer and pulled out a leather bound book. She rubbed her hand over the cover, drawing comfort from her most treasured possession. Jerrica was holding her father's journal.
Jerrica started to reminisce about the past when she was snapped out of her thoughts from a movement caught within her peripheral vision. Jerrica looked up at the reflection of herself in the large circle mirror that rested on top of the dressing table. Jerrica studied her reflection. She looked so run down and tired. She really needed the break away from here. Jerrica leaned forward towards the mirror to check her eye makeup, foundation, and lipstick when her reflection smiled at her. Jerrica let out a gasp and started to back away from the mirror when two hands plunged through the mirror and reached out towards Jerrica. The two hands grabbed a firm hold of the front of Jerrica's shirt and pulled her through the mirror. This all happened to fast for Jerrica to react, she even didn't have a chance to scream out to alarm Rory.
Once Jerrica recollected her thoughts, she looked around at her surroundings. She was sitting in a darkly lit area all alone. It appeared to be her bedroom, but it didn't feel like it. It lacked the feeling of warmth and home. It felt cold and… alone.
Jerrica looked up at the mirror from where she was pulled through. She was staring at herself, and other her was crawling across the dressing table through the mirror to the other side where she came from.
"Wait!" Jerrica yelled. Jerrica stood up and ran to the mirror but was too late, her other self already stepped through the mirror. Jerrica reached across the dressing table and tried to push herself through the mirror where her other self did, but was stopped by the firm support of the mirror. Jerrica looked into the mirror and saw herself walk towards the bed and lie down on it. Her reflection then covered her eyes with the bend of her forearm. Jerrica then noticed the bathroom light turn off and Rory exited the bathroom with her bag packed full of bathroom necessities. Rory stopped and stared at Jerrica on the bed, distress and worry spilled across his face.
"Jerrica, what's wrong?" Rory asked while dropping the bag to the ground and running to the bed. Rory crawled up onto the bed and caressed Jerrica's hair with his hand.
"That's not me! I'm right here!" Jerrica cried while pounding her fist against the mirror. No one looked up at her. 'They must not see me or hear me,' Jerrica thought. Tears started to stream down Jerrica's cheeks while a cry escaped her throat. Jerrica then sat down on her dressing table and curled her knees up to her chest while watching the horror display before her from the other side of the mirror.
"I'm just tired," Jerrica's reflection answered to Rory's famous question lately while slowly removing her arm to look at Rory.
Rory stared down into Jerrica's violet eyes and saw a burning passion in them that was not there earlier. Rory was drawn to that need of passion. Rory bent down and met Jerrica's lips with his. He felt her lips move with his in a rhythm of their own. He caressed her tongue with his. Rory slid one hand under her head while the other hand slid down her side to find her thigh and buttock. Rory inhaled the sweet smell of cinnamon which made him feel a bit giddy and light headed.
Rory never felt so much life and passion in one single kiss before. There was so much warmth in that one kiss that he wanted to wrap himself with it and stay there forever. Rory started to message and knead Jerrica's buttock with his hand. Rory felt Jerrica's hand slide down his stomach and start to unfasten his pants.
Rory pulled away from the kiss and looked Jerrica in the eyes with uncertainty.
"Are you sure you want this?" Rory asked.
"Don't worry about what I want. What I want is to give you what you have been waiting for," Jerrica replied.
Rory pulled away from the kiss and looked at Jerrica with more focus and concentration.
"I don't want to do this unless you want to too. Don't feel you have to do this just because it will make me happy. Once we take this next level, we can never go back. Besides, I am happy just when you are near me. I can wait and take it slow until…"
Jerrica held up her index finger and placed it on Rory's lips to cut him short of his thoughts.
"You talk too much," Jerrica replied. Jerrica then pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her smooth, luscious skin and succulent breasts.
Rory studied the curves of Jerrica's n#ked upper torso. She looked so perfect and smooth. Rory started to suck on one of Jerrica's n#pples while gently nibbling it. Jerrica let a soft moan escape her lips. She then looked over at the mirror and glared at the trapped Jerrica on the other side and let an evil smile spread across her face.
"No!" Jerrica screamed while pounding her fists onto the mirror while watching Rory become tempted into seduction by her reflection.
"Rory, please! You have got to notice that she is not me," Jerrica sobbed between choking breaths. She couldn't believe this was happening. It was not physically possible.
Rory then continued by sliding his tongue down Jerrica's body towards her navel. He stopped once he reached her pants and then started to trail kisses around her waist line, lingering his kisses by the button of her pants. Rory stopped in mid motion and looked up at Jerrica with a confused look on his face.
"Your bruise is gone," Rory stated with caution.
"What bruise?" Jerrica asked innocently.
"The one that was right here," Rory said while pointing to the right of Jerrica's navel on her stomach. Rory started to back away from the Jerrica that was lying in front of him on the bed.
Jerrica's reflection sat up on the bed and looked at Rory with disappointment.
"Fine, have it your way," Jerrica said nonchalantly. She then snapped her fingers and vines instantaneously sprouted up from the floorboards, through the bed, to bind Rory to the bed.
"What is going on?" Rory belted out with alarm.
Jerrica leaned towards Rory so he could look into her eyes. She then let a wicked and cruel laugh escape her lips that sounded inhumane.
"You mean Jerrica never told you. Well, how rude of her," the replica Jerrica said with distaste. She then placed her index finger slightly to the side of her chin with thought and said, "But then that does not surprise me. She seems to neglect a lot about me lately. Or how should I put it, take advantage of me."
The replica then studied Rory and let a cruel smile spread across her lips. She crawled across the bed, closing the rest of the space between then. Jerrica then seductively ran her hand down Rory's chest while cooing with satisfaction. Rory flinched by her touch and tried to pull away, but the vines tightened around his wrists and ankles. The result of Rory's protest was just anchoring him more to the bed.
"I don't know how Jerrica resisted you so long with out tasting you. You are a fine piece to the eye," Jerrica whispered into Rory's ear, but loud enough for the other Jerrica to hear from the other side of the mirror. Jerrica pulled her hand away from Rory and sat up. She then continued on with her speech. "Well, should we hear what the real Jerrica has to say about all of this?"
The replica Jerrica snapped her fingers and the mirror became transparent, revealing the sobbing Jerrica curled up on the dressing table with her knees pulled up to her chest. Jerrica quickly situated herself to sit on her knees and began to fiercely pound her fists against the mirror while shouting, "Rory! Rory! Can you see me? Are you okay?"
"Jerrica?" Rory questioned while gazing at Jerrica who appeared to be trapped in the mirror. Rory noticed that tears where streaming down Jerrica's cheeks. This broke Rory's heart into two and screamed, "Jerrica!"
The imposture Jerrica snapped her fingers and a vine shot up and wrapped around Rory's neck, choking him enough to stop screaming.
"No!" Jerrica screamed while pounding on the mirror, "Don't hurt him."
"You two are so pathetic. You make me sick," Jerrica hissed. "Do you still not know who I am? Maybe this will help jog your memory for a bit," the imposture said while glaring at the Jerrica who was trapped on the other side the mirror.
The imposture Jerrica snapped her fingers while not breaking her glare with the other Jerrica. The Jerrica behind the mirror could not believe what she was seeing. The imposture transformed her look. She did not look like Jerrica anymore. It took Jerrica a while to register what she was looking at. The woman in front of her was tall and thin with a slight purplish cast to her skin. Her hair was shoulder length and dark, almost black with a deep purple sheen to it. Her eyes where a deep shade of gray and appeared to be almost hollow with no emotion held within them.
Jerrica let out a sound of shock. She could not believe who was glaring at her. Jerrica was staring into the eyes of Synergy.
Wow, big twist no? The story only has one more chapter then an epilouge. Please read and comment...I love feedback, but no flames.
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