12.

Duke was where he needed to be thirty minutes earlier than he needed to be. He hadn't slept at all that night. He hadn't realized how much he had gotten used to Aira curled around him, somehow always freezing. He also missed how she would nibble on his ear in the morning, asking to be touched in her own ways. The worst part of last night were his dreams. She was there around every corner and it was so real until she would vanish in front of him and he would awake with his head pounding. She did this to me. He didn't know how, but he knew he was right. He waited in the cold air, surrounded by bitter sweet memories that only caused foggy headaches. He couldn't ever hold on to them. Only for a moment last night was he able to think properly and he swore he remembered how he ended up back home but it was gone before he could remember.

After he left Aira's, he went to Vince and Dave's and demanded information on the Duca family. He then went to his old high school and searched through old yearbooks to try to get an idea of her. He did find records saying she was hospitalized in middle school for delusions and suicide. Notes saying how she had a fantasy lover named Ira, but he knew it was Aira. She did say she was obsessed with her for a while so he had to go back far for Aira as well and found out Aira was in contests from the moment she was standing it seemed. From ballet to cello to modeling to owning businesses, Chayla was there tracking her it seemed, and he was guessing she wasn't aware Aira was headed to Haven because if she had, he was pretty sure Chayla would have made sure Aira met her first. She hates me. This is her revenge. The thought made him sick. Like it was his fault she had bad timing. Her father was Richard Duca and her mother, Kyra, was first generation Indian born in America. Duke also found out that her hair was definitely dyed auburn, her natural black hair was in all her old photos. Aira had mentioned she found red-heads to be her weakness. The internet even dug up that Chayla made a Go Fund me account to raise money for a surgery to become the girl she thought would attract Aira the most, and by the look on Aira's face the other day, she found Chayla attractive. Thinking about Aira touching her like she used to touch him made him feel sick.

"Just the mere thought of us touching? Seems a little homophobic, Duke." Chayla's voice rang clear in the wood. She appeared wearing expensive leggings with an expensive coat covering her. "Like my clothes, she had it droned!" she said.

"Are you a mind reader?"

"In layman's terms, eh." She twisted her had back and forth. "My grandfathers' journals proved useful to me and I can control your memory, and everyone's memory here in Haven. Make them do something then have them forget they did it. Like the greatest thing ever, and the closer I get to my target the stronger my connection to them I get and I can see whatever I want and not just hear it. It's like its mine!" she sounded maniacal. She stared at him, studying him, feeling over his mind, searching. What are you looking for? "I'm looking for the reason why she had to recall deeply embedded memories of you to make herself cum. She was inside me, thinking about you." He couldn't keep track of her mood changes. His head seared as she stared him down. "It gives me pleasure to know that you hate the fact she fucked me last night." She said, suddenly cheerful, laughing like a little girl.

"Why are you doing this? I didn't even know you before this."

"Yeah, you did actually. You fucked my sister, Zara. You were a senior, she was a freshman. Big tits. You escaped through my room. My dad cursed you…son of a…!" she laughed. "Fucker told me troubles were fake! Lemme just…." Duke felt like a chill ran down his spine as a memory surged. Zara Duca. "Made it so you didn't know who she was anymore so you wouldn't fuck her again." She laughed. "Zara was a slut, she lost her virginity at twelve cuz she looked sixteen. I'm surprised you didn't catch anything from her."

"Can we fix this now? Now?" he shouted. Irritated with her ramblings.

She glared at him. "She is mine!" she screamed as she stomped her feet. "And you kept smashing your fucking dick in her!" Duke gaped at her as she pointed at him with a long-manicured nail. He couldn't even form thoughts. "And now you've gone and created a fucking issue!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Duke shouted, his head searing and her crazy talk was not making any sense. Chayla looked at him and his head seared more and he shouted louder. He felt his memories being pried through like an open filing cabinet. He could feel the invisible groping through his brain but not what they were grabbing and plucking out. They felt like they were gone for good, like she had taken them with her to look over. "Wha-what are you doing? Give those back." Tears barreled out of his eyes before he knew it.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll get more memories of your dick being sucked, just, not with the same deepthroating abilities because, let's be honest, I have never seen that before anywhere." She said. "You just wouldn't want to know how she doesn't have a gag reflex." She seemed dead serious and he could only assume it was Liam's fault, and she probably got a full front row seat to the atrocity that happened. "I hear you Duke, thinking in there, creating memories of this moment. If you fall into the Liam memories, you get stuck in all of those terrible, terrible nightmares. He should be Blood Eagled for the things he has done."

There was a silence and he wanted to take advantage of that. "Please…just stop this and we can, like, go back like it was nothing. I'll convince her to not be too mad. Please." He felt like they kept getting torn apart every time they got really close. The closer they got to knowing each other, the more and more things sprinkled shit on their happiness. "I love her! This is stupid. This isn't your life. You just want her fucking money." He walked toward her, suddenly feeling enraged. "I bet you had to search her brain to find out her favorite color because you filled her head with a bunch of fucking lies you didn't have time to figure it out?" He kept getting closer, randomly choosing when to move. "And you hate the fact that you can't actually make Aira love you, cuz she came to me while fucking you." He shouted. Her face turned into a mask of pure rage. She held out her hands and a severe stabbing pain hit him. He fell to his knees.

"I'm taking this memory, oh, and this one too." She said, cackling.

Each tug felt like she was ripping chunks out from within his skull. "No, no, no!" he ran for her and she looked frightened then suddenly she had vanished and he was face first in the dirt. She must have knocked me out and made it seemed she vanished. He wasn't too sure what was actually going on with her powers but she erased probably half of all his memories with Aira. He pushed himself up and he felt his body begin to shake from the sudden crying he broke into. "FUCK!" he screamed. He dusted himself off and began the trek back to his jeep. When he finally made it back, he saw a deep purple Flying Spur drifting out of the parking lot. Aira. A headache immediately replaced an image of her in his mind. Music filled the morning air as they drove away. He could hear them laughing like college sweethearts. He bet Aira didn't even know she was driving away from him or why she was asked to drive her there.

He had to think of something but he had no idea of what to do. His phone buzzed in his hand, Audrey. "Yeah?" He was aware that he sounded like a train wreck.

"Jesus, you sound awful. Sick? Is Aira taking care of you? I actually called for her." Audrey said. "I don't have her number yet. Or I did and its missing somehow."

"Well, Ai…." She knows! She remembers! "You remember Aira and I are dating?"

"You passed friends, that's nice, you guys are cute together." Audrey said, but the one thing she didn't sound was confused

"Where are you?"

"Is something happening?"

Oh, is something happening! He thought sarcastically. "Where are you!" he demanded.

"I'm home."

"I'm on my way." He hung up his phone and leapt into his jeep. We have to fix this. He knew he was even considering killing the crazy bitch in the process, so he would need someone like Audrey to calm him down or to amp him up because either way someone was going to jail or someone was dying and it would be by his hand no matter what the outcome was going to be.

Aira loved her new car. She loved how far back Chayla lean back and that she let her hand wander between her thighs. She was glad Chayla talked her into a morning drive, while she didn't know why she had to do it so early, she was glad to take the Flying Spur for a ride. She leaned over at a red light, letting her fingers go deeper. Chayla spread her legs while wriggling her leggings off. I love it when they want it. She could feel herself practically salivating just waiting to get to taste her. She felt her fingers begin to get slicker as Chayla failed to stifle a moan. Her right arm grasped at the window next her in attempt at control. She's so quick. When the light turned green Chayla screamed out an orgasm as Aira drove toward her home. She went to look at Chayla and was surprised when she saw Duke in her stead, smiling at her.

"What…." She started.

"This isn't right, is it Ai?" he smirked, like he found her acting silly again. That smirk that meant he was about to hold her.

"AI!" Chayla screamed.

A sharp pain hit her skull then cleared, revealing her swerving into the shoulder. "Fuck!" She corrected herself and stopped with her hazards on. "Are you alright?" She shook her head, unclear as to what made her lose focus in the first place. "I think my contact shifted, couldn't see." She knew that didn't feel right either. Why was it bugging her in the first place? "Let's get back. I'll cook us some steak and hash browns. I am so sorry. Did you want an omelet or a scramble? You the like nasty mushrooms." She smiled. When she saw Chayla's eyes, they were angry, and she didn't know why. "Are you that mad at me? It was an accident I swear, Duque."

"Well…."

"I have a surprise for you. When we get back." Aira said quickly checking her mirrors then peeling out. She swerved back and forth before taking her own private exit to the Stanford Estate. She could see that the dealership did their thing quickly while they were out. Duke had ripped up her car so she bought a car to have her drive while she looked for a new car.

"Ugh, there's my raggedy piece of…what the fuck?" Chayla said. She began shimmying her leggings up. "Oh my God!"

"So, I got rid of your Celica, and got a really good price for it and got it deposited into your account." Aira tried explaining, but she knew it fell onto deaf ears.

"Is that a freakin' Lamborghini!" Chayla asked, now shouting.

"Red Lamborghini Huracan, fully loaded. You know, I felt so bad about what he did. Driving drunk like that. I paid extra for rush. Thank god they had one laying around.

"Seriously the best girlfriend ever!" She squealed. "I wanna drive it now!"

"You can, or we can go into the jacuzzi out back…naked." Aira suggested, biting her lip at the thought of spreading Chayla's legs on the jacuzzi deck. She had no idea who had been fucking her before, but they weren't doing a good job out of it. Aira felt like she could barely touch her and she writhed into an orgasm, begging her to stop, but knowing she wasn't.

Chayla couldn't take her eyes off the car. When Aira parked, Chayla leapt out, ignoring her question. Aira felt hurt for a moment then brushed it off, thinking maybe she didn't hear her over the music. "Oh, that chocolate leather." Chayla moaned, smiling widely.

"I'll get onto breakfast then?" Aira tried again, hoping to get her attention. "Chayla?" You shouldn't have bought that gift for her. I'm just a money bag now.

Chayla looked back at her then Aira felt like her head was being touched over. "Oh, yeah sorry baby. I got really excited. We can joy ride later."

"Cool. I have T-bone steak for you and a rib eye for myself." She went to Chayla and wrapped her arms around her. She let her hands wander. "Or I can think of something else to eat." She pressed her against the Lamborghini and she could feel Chayla's body heat ramp up.

"You make it hard to say no." Chayla sounded breathless.

"Why are you trying to say no?" she asked before kissing her hard. Aira pulled her leggings down with her underwear and slipped her fingers in Chayla. Chayla gasped which trickled into a moan. Her fingers worked quickly; methodically. Chayla came within a minute, nails digging into Aira's back.

Chayla pushed Aira back hard. "Oh, my God. We are out front! What if some weirdo came up?" Chayla yelled, pulling up her leggings.

Aira felt horrible, and confused as she rubbed her arm where Chayla pushed her. "Oh. I-I thought…. I'm sorry." She started to turned. "I'll make the food now." Aira started to walk then slowed down. She turned back to look at Chayla and she suddenly had a sharp headache. Duke woulda fucked you on the side of that Lamborghini no questions asked. She thought it so suddenly because it was truth. She darted her eyes from Chayla and turned to the house again, her nerves making her hands shake. She was scared, so very scared and she knew it was obvious by the way she started to run. It was ridiculous she knew, because she didn't even know if she could out run her trouble.

Chayla raised her hand and Aira dropped like a sack of potatoes. "WHY!" she screeched. She stomped over to Aira, her white and blue striped shirt dress exposing her in a most improper way. Her dark skin was riddled with goosebumps. She sat down next to Aira and gently stroked her ass. "You are so, so soft." She moaned. "No one's ever made me cum like that with their hands. Not even me." She clutched her ass. "Stop thinking of HIM!" she placed her head on Aira's bottom. She lashed her tongue out. "I've waited years for you. I can't lose you. I can show you I'm a good top." She stood up and began to drag Aira into the house. Chayla could confirm that Aira's muscle weight was exceedingly heavy. Looking at her you'd think she couldn't weigh that much but then again, she can when she was made of pure muscle and a Cuban ass. Once inside, she grabbed a blanket to drag her across the marble floor. She got her onto a lounge that was set up near the fireplace. She turned it on and made it look like Aira was just reading and had fallen asleep. They had gotten up early so that was what Chayla was going to change her memories to. She rushed to the kitchen, still fuming from the excursion home. She kept thinking she was winning then Aira broke free. She knew it was because she lost her focus when she came. That girl can serious work magic. Chayla swooned. Aira's sexual appetite was going to be an issue for her, especially since she seemed to lose an important part of her trouble function when she orgasmed. Feels like the fourth of July through my body. She shivered remembering. She pulled a ribeye and a T-bone from the refrigerator, as well as eggs and vegetables. She began cooking the steaks when she grabbed her phone and dialed a number.

"What." A man said.

"I need something from you." Chayla demanded.

"Fuck you." He practically growled.

"Go fuck yourself." Chayla snarled herself. "I need…."

"Bye."

"Wait! You owe me Dixon!"

There was silence. "Goddamn it, what."

"I need Misoprostol." Chayla reached her powers through the line. Brains were just electrical waves. Aira was the main focal point of the memories so she had to work with the closest to the furthest. Finding Duke would be quick and easy compared to Dixon who barely knew what the difference between a fitness model and an average vogue model. She was just lucky enough he was at the Grey Gull one day she was there and he took an upskirt picture of her to jerk off too. The phone helped her tap people directly it just took a few seconds.

"What the fuck you want that shit for?" he demanded. The line went silent. "I mean, yeah, I got it. Just tell me where to meet."

Aira groaned in the distance. "I'll text you." She hung up on him.

"Chay?" Aira said, groaning. "Are you cooking? I was gonna do that for you." She sighed.

"It's okay, you just looked so sleepy over there, and cozy I may add." Chayla giggled. "Why don't you heat up a dab and then we can trade. I wanted to drive the Lambo to the store for a prescription. Vitamins."

"I'm just glad you liked it." Chayla monitored her as she got a dab ready for her. She was being normal cheerful Aira. The Aira that was always putting her lover first. She hadn't known that about her until they encountered but she loved it. After a string of terrible and cruel girlfriends, Aira was exactly who she needed. Aira handed her the dabber. Chayla placed the oil to the nail and inhaled the smoke and then exhaled when she felt the burn, knowing that was too late. She coughed violently, and despite that, the flavor tasted of skittles. Aira followed after her with a larger sized dab and blew skillful milky O's before coughing, smiling as she did. Chayla felt her lust for Aira spark just like it always did when she was captured by her radiance. Aira dipped Chayla, catching her off guard. Aira kissed her hard, dazing her. Aira set her back on her feet like a statue and went to cook. Music came on and Chayla looked her over, mentally and physically. She didn't know how Aira was breaking out of the memory alterations, especially without her noticing right away. The memory footage showed her that this last time she was trying to hide it. It enraged her. She grabbed the Lamborghini keys at the front door and began texting Dixon. The next text she sent out was to Denise Ashburn, a blonde that worked at the Grey Gull. She saw her in Aira's memories as someone she was attracted to when she first showed up besides Duke fucking Crocker.

Denise answered her text was a cheerful hi and smiley face. Chayla rolled her eyes as she started the Lamborghini from a distance. It was a stunning car and she had always wanted one. She knew Aira could afford to buy nineteen more of these in the color of the rainbow and it wouldn't put a dent in one of her many savings accounts she had. Aira's books were selling off the shelf just as fast as Twilight and Harry Potter. She herself must've read the Nebula Girl series to death. She knew every line. She returned her thoughts to Denise. Her phone rang before she could text back. She stepped into the Lamborghini and pressed buttons until her phone was hooked up through the car.

"Hello?" Denise asked.

"Hi sorry, was getting to the car." Holy shit its nice in here. The car revved gorgeously. She turned the car around then took off. Like Aira, Chayla had a love for fast driving. "Hi."

"I thought it would be easier to call."

"Yeah, yeah, no problem. Look, I am looking for a little surprise for Ai, and I was wondering if you'd be open to a threesome with us." She didn't want anyone touching Aira, but if she can get Aira all sexed out, maybe she could control her memories better and slowly erase Duke. She already knew what Denise was going to say because she was already replaying the question on repeat in her head, the memory becoming more dramatized as it went on.

"Uh, yes, I mean, if she wants me. Why me?" Denise answered, doing a terrible job at hiding her excitement. She was surprised to learn that Denise had formed her own fantasies based off the false memories she embedded in her. She had supposedly been day dreaming of a threesome with them for months. Hilarious. This means they are taking the memories with no doubts. Except, Aira.

"I remembered Aira saying you were cute but I swore you were straight so we didn't bother to ask, but I wanted to do something for her, and she would just love a threesome."

"Yes, sure, I am open whenever need me. I can give you my work schedule and then text me a day." Chayla was surprised at how Denise didn't even bother to play off how amped she was for the surprise sex-fest with Aira Dawson.

"Cool, she's a top, so get ready for that." Chayla laughed. "Okay, gotta go, bye!" she hung up quickly. At a red light she setup the radio from her phone and then relaxed in the heated seats. Money felt good. She inhaled the smell of new car and fresh leather; it smelled good too. With a couple more turns she made it to the Walgreens in town. She drove behind the building where a man in coveralls waiting next to a trash can. She popped the door open and steeped out.

"Who'd you fuck to get that?" His eyes were wide like saucers.

"My fucking girlfriend." She smirked.

"She's pulling in that type of money?" He made look like he doubted it. His pale skin suggested he had stayed indoors for most of the summer and worked in the garage that his friend's dad owned.

"Do you have it, shithead." She never liked Dixon, and learning his memories of her didn't help anything either. He had been lusting for years and he hated the fact she was a lesbian and that she didn't find him remotely attractive. He had even fucked her sister, but she couldn't have cared less. She caught them in the bathroom. Zara was perched on the counter and he was flailing like a jack rabbit.

He pulled a pill bottle from his pocket. He rattled it as he smirked. "Why you need this?"

"It's none of your business, Dick." She went to snatch the bottle from him and he yanked it up high.

"You didn't tell me what I get out of this." His mind replayed the moment with disgusting alternatives.

She was mad. "Nothing." She over loaded his head with memories and he fell to the floor. He wouldn't remember a damn thing. What she was doing was like taking a handful of memories and tossing them in the air like an explosion. The mind can't process all of them at the same time and shuts them down. It was a cool trick when she got frustrated. She picked up the bottle and quickly got back in the car. Her phone read that Aira had texted her an image. It was a picture of her eating a juicy strawberry naked, the juice dripping between her breasts toward stomach. Sexiest girlfriend ever! Now all she had to do was make sure to handle herself when Aira got frisky with her.