Chapter 24 by Jouley
Oz
How can they stand it.. Touching each other.. contact with another person.. Just watching them makes me want to crawl into a corner and cry.
They wanted me to sleep with them, to huddle with them on the cold stone floor, but i wouldn't respond.. No. Tilt your head and look blank, and the questions eventually stop.
But the pain.. that never stops.
No.
I curl my knees farther into my chest and continue to watch.. both morbidly fascinated and pleasantly repulsed. How can they touch each other like that now? After everything that must have happened to them.
Madonna tried talking to me once.. Opening up about her experiences in the hope it would get me to talk about mine. I didn't talk. Talking prolongs things.. you can make mistakes when you talk. Silence gets you the same thing everytime.. and I like to be prepared.
I still watch though.
Madonna had been asleep between Charlottes thighs, her back to the older womans chest, both their heads pressed into the wall behind them. That is, until she started crying.
Madonna, that is.
I don't think Charlotte knows how to cry.
I guess she was still asleep, because she didn't move or try to fight off the other womans advances.. I know i would have.
I look down at the double knotted ribbon holding my shorts together and shudder.
Madonna doesn't resist.. Infact, as Charlotte's hand does whatever it's doing, the girl starts to react, moaning ever so softly.
Something I never thought I'd hear again.. Someone receiving pleasure from sex. And it's not just sexual acts by the police.. I don't think I'd have let Britney touch me anymore, if the boy were to raise from the dead and rescue me.
But I guess thats why Charlotte only does it when the other girl is sleeping. I have never heard Madonna mention it.. to me or to Charlotte.. She probably isn't even aware of the little bit of happiness Charlotte occassionally gives her at night..
My knees curl tighter into my chest as I begin to tear up.
Maybe tomorrow I will sleep next to them.