CHAPTER FIFTEEN - THE SEX
There was a knock at the door.
"Lara?" A voice came through the wood. Soft. And caring.
"Leave me alone Catcher." She sobbed.
"I could hear you crying." He spoke through the door. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine Catcher," she put her face into her hands. "Just go back to sleep...you shouldn't be up..." she sniffed.
"And you shouldn't cry alone, no one will be there to catch your tears..."
Laura turned. And looked at the door. Before coming forward. And opening it
"Agatha played it for me." He breathed. When he saw her face. "She said it was your favorite song."
"It is." she smiled through the tears.
"Can I come in?" He asked. And she took a shaky breath. Before nodding her head. Wiping at her tears. With her thumb.
He noticed her finger. Swollen. Dark. And blue. Made a move towards it. But she pulled away.
"It's nothing. Where is she?"
"She's asleep. In my room." Catcher closed the door behind him. Keeping it quiet.
"I have a headache. Will you get me a bottle of whiskey please?" She cried into her hands. Couldn't hold it back. Tried to stop it. But cried some more.
"Where is one?"
"In that table beside you." She said through heavy breaths.
Pulling out the drawer. He rummaged about. And found it. Giving it to her.
With shaking hands. She unscrewed the cap. And took a long. Hard gulp. Clenching her face as it went down. The liquid dried her tears.
"John left me..." she finally said. Sniffing.
"Will he be back?"
"I don't know." Her voice stretched thin. As she took another drink. Her mouth curling. As tears came forward again.
He put his hands on her shoulders. But she ducked away from them. Going towards the window. "It's my fault..." she breathed. "It's all my fault..."
Catcher watched her back. Hearing her harshly berate herself. Without stopping her. Watching her drink herself silly. Without stopping her.
"I don't know what to do..." she blubbered. "The situation...I don't know what to do." She was crying again. Her words coming out with her tears. Listless. And breathy.
By the end of the bottle. Her forehead was against the glass. Her nose smushed. The rain outside reflecting her tears. Which had all. But dissipated.
It always seemed to rain here. Especially on the sad days.
"Catcher?" She stood back from the window. Her voice was now solid. Watching the empty spot in the driveway. Where John's car use to sit.
And probably would never sit again.
"Yes Lara?" He asked. Now sitting on the bed. Looking at her back. The way the soft light. Rolled over her shoulders. Making them glow.
She turned. Staring at him. Watching the way the soft light. Rolled over his shoulders. Making them glow.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" Her self worth had gone down. Thanks to the second abandoning. Thanks to John's words. Thanks to the alcohol.
The wide collar of her nightshirt hung from her shoulder. Her long sleeves ruffled at the bottom. From where she'd wiped her nose.
He looked at her. "I think you're beautiful."
"Would you have sex with me?" The tears said it. The liquor said it. The situation said it. She said it.
"What's 'sex'?" He asked.
"It's when a man and a woman love each other." She felt nothing. Explaining it to him. She thought she should feel something. But she didn't.
"Do we love each other?" He asked. As she approached the bed. Tears welling in her eyes. She took anther drink. The last in the bottle.
She shook her head. Then second-guessed. "We could." Her voice was a whisper now. And he could smell the alcohol. Even from across the room.
Reaching up. She began to pull at her clothes. Taking them off.
His face did not move as he watched.
She stripped from her nightshirt. And pushed her nightpants down her legs. Standing there now in her panties. No bra.
And still his face did not move. From her face.
"Do you love me Catcher?" She climbed up onto the bed. Kneeling over his outstretched legs. Straddling them.
She reached out. And pulled at his tee shirt. He raised his arms. And let it slide off. With ease. Revealing his chest. Pretty. But bruised.
"I could." He breathed as her hands went to his pants. Touching his zipper.
Her lips were at his chest. Her teeth biting his skin. The ghost of alcohol. Warming her breaths.
"I feel funny." He said. His eyes closing. "Is that love?"
With a mouthful of him. She began to cry. Anew. At his innocence.
He looked down. And put his arms around her. The crown of her head. Pressing in his breastbone.
"It could be..." she murmured wetly. Her lips touching his skin. Smooth. Warm. And dry.
"Do you feel the same way?" he asked quietly. "About me?"
"You mean, do I love you?" she whispered.
He nodded. Her tears tapped his chest. And ran down to his belly.
She looked at him. Hard.
"You have two different colored eyes." She whispered.
"Agatha says it's from inbreeding."
This broke a smile onto Lara's face. Catcher smiled in return.
"I don't think inbreeding, could ever make anything as beautiful as you..." she cried warm tears. The dripped down her cheeks.
Until she collapsed fully against him. Letting him cradle her. As she folded into his lap. His arms coming around her. Holding her close.
"Is sex what you still want?" He asked. Breathing into her hair. Kissing the top of her head.
"I don't know." She closed her eyes. "I think so."
There was a knock at the door.
"Lara?" A voice came through the wood. Soft. And caring.
"Leave me alone Catcher." She sobbed.
"I could hear you crying." He spoke through the door. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine Catcher," she put her face into her hands. "Just go back to sleep...you shouldn't be up..." she sniffed.
"And you shouldn't cry alone, no one will be there to catch your tears..."
Laura turned. And looked at the door. Before coming forward. And opening it
"Agatha played it for me." He breathed. When he saw her face. "She said it was your favorite song."
"It is." she smiled through the tears.
"Can I come in?" He asked. And she took a shaky breath. Before nodding her head. Wiping at her tears. With her thumb.
He noticed her finger. Swollen. Dark. And blue. Made a move towards it. But she pulled away.
"It's nothing. Where is she?"
"She's asleep. In my room." Catcher closed the door behind him. Keeping it quiet.
"I have a headache. Will you get me a bottle of whiskey please?" She cried into her hands. Couldn't hold it back. Tried to stop it. But cried some more.
"Where is one?"
"In that table beside you." She said through heavy breaths.
Pulling out the drawer. He rummaged about. And found it. Giving it to her.
With shaking hands. She unscrewed the cap. And took a long. Hard gulp. Clenching her face as it went down. The liquid dried her tears.
"John left me..." she finally said. Sniffing.
"Will he be back?"
"I don't know." Her voice stretched thin. As she took another drink. Her mouth curling. As tears came forward again.
He put his hands on her shoulders. But she ducked away from them. Going towards the window. "It's my fault..." she breathed. "It's all my fault..."
Catcher watched her back. Hearing her harshly berate herself. Without stopping her. Watching her drink herself silly. Without stopping her.
"I don't know what to do..." she blubbered. "The situation...I don't know what to do." She was crying again. Her words coming out with her tears. Listless. And breathy.
By the end of the bottle. Her forehead was against the glass. Her nose smushed. The rain outside reflecting her tears. Which had all. But dissipated.
It always seemed to rain here. Especially on the sad days.
"Catcher?" She stood back from the window. Her voice was now solid. Watching the empty spot in the driveway. Where John's car use to sit.
And probably would never sit again.
"Yes Lara?" He asked. Now sitting on the bed. Looking at her back. The way the soft light. Rolled over her shoulders. Making them glow.
She turned. Staring at him. Watching the way the soft light. Rolled over his shoulders. Making them glow.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" Her self worth had gone down. Thanks to the second abandoning. Thanks to John's words. Thanks to the alcohol.
The wide collar of her nightshirt hung from her shoulder. Her long sleeves ruffled at the bottom. From where she'd wiped her nose.
He looked at her. "I think you're beautiful."
"Would you have sex with me?" The tears said it. The liquor said it. The situation said it. She said it.
"What's 'sex'?" He asked.
"It's when a man and a woman love each other." She felt nothing. Explaining it to him. She thought she should feel something. But she didn't.
"Do we love each other?" He asked. As she approached the bed. Tears welling in her eyes. She took anther drink. The last in the bottle.
She shook her head. Then second-guessed. "We could." Her voice was a whisper now. And he could smell the alcohol. Even from across the room.
Reaching up. She began to pull at her clothes. Taking them off.
His face did not move as he watched.
She stripped from her nightshirt. And pushed her nightpants down her legs. Standing there now in her panties. No bra.
And still his face did not move. From her face.
"Do you love me Catcher?" She climbed up onto the bed. Kneeling over his outstretched legs. Straddling them.
She reached out. And pulled at his tee shirt. He raised his arms. And let it slide off. With ease. Revealing his chest. Pretty. But bruised.
"I could." He breathed as her hands went to his pants. Touching his zipper.
Her lips were at his chest. Her teeth biting his skin. The ghost of alcohol. Warming her breaths.
"I feel funny." He said. His eyes closing. "Is that love?"
With a mouthful of him. She began to cry. Anew. At his innocence.
He looked down. And put his arms around her. The crown of her head. Pressing in his breastbone.
"It could be..." she murmured wetly. Her lips touching his skin. Smooth. Warm. And dry.
"Do you feel the same way?" he asked quietly. "About me?"
"You mean, do I love you?" she whispered.
He nodded. Her tears tapped his chest. And ran down to his belly.
She looked at him. Hard.
"You have two different colored eyes." She whispered.
"Agatha says it's from inbreeding."
This broke a smile onto Lara's face. Catcher smiled in return.
"I don't think inbreeding, could ever make anything as beautiful as you..." she cried warm tears. The dripped down her cheeks.
Until she collapsed fully against him. Letting him cradle her. As she folded into his lap. His arms coming around her. Holding her close.
"Is sex what you still want?" He asked. Breathing into her hair. Kissing the top of her head.
"I don't know." She closed her eyes. "I think so."