Chapter Seventy-One
John watched as Jessop and Amelia ran outside, settling into a seat on the couch as he rewrapped his chest. "I'm still pure, right?" He asked, looking at the group.
Allison nodded, remembering seeing John bare naked below the waist. "Claire choked Jessica out right before she got you all the way hard." She stated, remembering the creamy fluid on Jessica's hand. "But she did get you to… excrete some fluid."
John nodded, feeling Claire lean her head on his shoulder. "So, she gave me a hand job."
Kaylie nodded, shuddering at the memory of seeing the boy who was like her brother with his boxers and pants pulled off. "Looked like a good one too, since you weren't even hard yet."
Claire leaned back as he looked at her, noticing the break in his eyes. "You're still a virgin." She smiled, kissing his nose, yelping as he slammed his mouth against her, knocking them both back onto the sofa. She parted her lips, feeling his tongue eagerly enter her mouth. She could taste the garlic on his breath, but she didn't care, instead she ached her back so that her stomach was pressed against his. She felt something wet on her cheek, pushing John back to see that he had silent tears running down his cheeks. "John, what's wrong?"
He pulled her closer, burying his face in her neck. "I'm sorry." He whispered, feeling her run her hands over the valley of his spine. "I'm sorry for how I talked to you."
She smiled, slipping her finger under his wrappings to feel more of his muscles. "I saw your poem." She looked into his eyes as he moved away from her. "You don't need to apologize."
He nodded, running upstairs to retrieve the book. "I've got a few others I want you to see." He stated as he reappeared with the book in his hand, flipping it open to the newly penned pages.
Claire took the book from him, slowly reading over his handwriting. "Can I read it out loud?" She asked, knowing that he only let a select few people read his deepest thoughts.
He thought for a moment, eventually nodding and letting her share his feelings with the club.
She cleared her voice, tracing her fingers over his penmanship.
"The Wild Card,
I'm surrounded in life by people I love.
They play their roles. Mothers, fathers,
friends, advisors, family. These people
are like a deck of cards.
Clarissa and Thomas (AKA Mom & Dad),
are the queen and king of hearts, my
princess is the queen of diamonds, and
Dominic is the ace I keep up my sleeve,
The others have their roles. With my many
parts; leader, guide, defender, listener,
with others to become apparent, I realized
my part in this deck; I'm the wild card.
The joker, a monster with many faces
often crosses my path, throwing my
life into chaos. My heart and soul in
turmoil, bad choices made.
As a wild card, I should learn from
my past, for its helped shape who
I am yet realize my future has
yet to be written."
She paused for a moment, before turning to the next one.
"House of Cards,
One by one they fall.
My world is falling apart.
I see the cracks between the
cards, and the sky is changing
Many eyes watch me and I can
see their accusing thoughts.
The ground shakes and cracks.
Lightning and thunder chase each other.
With each card that falls,
I realize I'm seeing Hell on
Earth. I wish I could stop the
pain in my heart and soul.
Ugly creatures crawl out of swamps,
twisted trees and crevasses. I'm chained
to the ground in front of the mistress of evil
as her minions' frolic. I struggle to free myself.
When I wake, I see sharp edges
everywhere. They try to steer me away.
I wish I could shatter a mirror and use a
shard like a knife. Yet I hear a voice say 'No'.
I have people who need and love me.
And other who'd like to see me fail.
I pick up the pieces and begin to
rebuild my house of cards."
John closed his eyes, listening to his thoughts spoken aloud for the first time in his life. "Good." He smiled, leaning on her shoulder as his body suddenly became tired. "Real good."
Thank you HMG2000 for the poems! I'm so happy you let me use these poems!