Today is the worst day of my life. I hate today. It's a day that I wish would never come. If it were up to me, I'd forget it exists. It's a day when I'm reminded that I was brought into the world. It's the day I wish I hadn't. I hate my birthday. It's all eyes on you. Everyone looks at you, waiting for something. You are supposed to be happy. You are supposed to smile. I don't do any of those things. I'm not happy. I do not want to smile.
I roll over in the bed. The air conditioning is just cool enough that I can curl up in my bed linens and pretend this world doesn't exist. I pull the blankets over my head. The horses are out on pasture. I don't have to go there now. Right now, it's ten am and I can sleep. I can let the world think I'm resting. The truth is, I'm avoiding. I am avoiding this all like the plague.
"Mer..." I hear Mark say as he taps on the door. I will ignore him. Yep, I have no idea who he is. I have no idea at all. I'm in dreamland right now. "Meredith..." I hear him repeat as he knocks again. Okay, It's apparent that he is not going away. I'm stuck with him.
"What?" I snap loudly as I throw my blankets back. "What do you want?" I growl loudly as I look at the closed and locked door.
"I was just wondering if you were going to get up. It is your birthday, after all." Mark points out. Maybe for a normal person that is cool. Me, that just pisses me off. I don't want it to be my birthday.
"And?" I say frankly as I cover my head back up. I'm definitely not liking this.
"And... Aren't you going to get up?" He asks loudly. I roll my eyes at his comment. Like I should. Okay, if it's my birthday, I should be able to stay in bed forever, right? If I get to make a wish, that is what I wish. Bed forever. Maybe bed with Derek. Bed can get lonely and I may need a good fucking once in awhile.
"Nope. Leave me alone." I say loudly as I cover my head with a pillow. He is driving me nuts. Why is he here again? Oh yes, my dumb-ass aunt adopted him. What exactly was she thinking?
"Okay." Mark says simply. I heard him walk off, hopefully leaving me in some peace. I need peace. I lay there for a few more minutes. That is, until I hear him. Another one.
"Mer... You really should get up." I hear Derek say from the other side of the door. I can't believe it. Not it is a freaking army. This is never going to fly.
"Leave. Me. Alone." I growl loudly as I roll over and look towards the door. "That would be wise. You need to leave me alone." I say in desperation.
"It's your birthday..." He trails off. That was all it took. I mean, yes, it is my birthday. I know what day it is. I don't have to be reminded. I can't believe these people can't leave me alone about this. I quickly toss my blankets back and jump out of my bed. I am tired of this. Way tired. I stomp across the floor and rib the door open.
"I know it's my birthday! Do you think I don't know what goddamn day I was born on?" I shout as I look into his piercing blue eyes. He looks sad. Maybe a touch hurt.
"I'm sorry... I just thought- Birthdays are great. I though they were great." He says. I can tell he doesn't know what else to say. "I just... Happy birthday."
"Thanks." I huff as I push past him and go into the bathroom. So much from my hideaway. I'm not hiding now. I should have just stayed home. They couldn't bother me there. I quickly go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I look at my hair and decide that I'm not even going to brush it. I'll wash my face, but that is it. I just don't care.
"I'm sorry." Derek says again as I walk out. I roll my eyes at him. It wasn't him. They sent him. They meaning the assholes that are my family. I hope they are all gone. Some of them should be gone. I know my lazy ass aunt is still in bed. Why do they have to make me get up?
"Happy birthday!" Grandma says loudly as I walk in. I growl as I look up at her and grab a coffee mug. "I can't believe you are twenty-one!" She says as she squeezes me. Someone please get her off of me. Please! I mean, no one should be this happy.
"Oh yes. It's wonderful and all that." I say as I pour the cream and sugar in my cup. "So great." I add for dramatic appeal.
"So why do you hate your birthday so much?" Derek asks as he looks over.
"Why do you have to ask so many questions? Why can't you just be silent?" I snap as I look at him.
"Meredith! Be nice. Derek was only asking a simple question." Grandma chides as she looks over at me, sitting on a stool.
"It's my birthday... I'll do what I want!" I say frankly. And I will. "I'll get what I want. Derek, shut up. That is what I want. I want you to shut the hell up."
I guess it was a little harsh. But you know what? I am harsh. I tend to say whatever I mean, whenever I want to. It was harsh but I really don't care. The only way he would ever shut up about it was if I made him. I couldn't endure it. I look around at the group. I am getting a death glare from Grandma. I am getting shock from Mark. And I am getting sadness from Derek.
"Meredith Elizabeth Grey. I want you to stop this right now! Just because it is your birthday, doesn't mean you can command everyone like you own them." She says frankly.
I look at her in shock. Apparently, she does have a backbone. The funny thing is, what she just said went right through one ear and out the other. I don't need to listen to what she says. I am my own person. Not to mention, I never say what I don't mean. Me telling Derek to shut the hell up, that is exactly what i meant to say. So I have nothing to lose. And if I did, I wouldn't care.
"I do. And It's my birthday. God, I hate my birthday." I grumble as I drop my head and sip my coffee.
"If you are going to be such a grump, you can just forget it all. We don't have to take you to dinner. We don't have to do anything for your birthday. If that is what you really think you want, so be it." Grandma says with a sarcastic smile as she looks at me. The funny thing is, I will take her up on that offer and I'm not even sure that she sees it coming.
"Okay." I tell her with a shrug. I think I must be in an extra nasty mood this morning.
"Okay?" Grandma asks quickly. I can tell by the look on her face that she did not see this coming.
"Okay. As in okay, we don't have to do anything. In fact, I have a lot to do today. Don't worry about it. It's no big deal." I tell her as I chug my coffee so I can get the hell out of there. I know she will either be hurt or angry. I'm positive hurt will suit her today. She will of course start with some anger.
"Okay... You are obviously grumpy today." She tells me as she turns away.
I don't say a word as I take the last sip of my coffee and shove the cup away. I need to take a shower, and I need to get out. I really will leave and not have anything to do with their functions. I'm sure it will hurt her, and I don't care. At the moment I am mad at her. She didn't let me get away with my tantrum and that makes me mad. Mad enough to be vindictive and hit her where it hurts. Mean enough to walk away from my birthday and leave her high and dry.
I jump off of my stool and hurry down to the basement. I'm getting out. I need to shower, but I am wondering if I should. Maybe I should just pack up my things and go. This has been a chronic problem with me. If I don't get my way, I make sure that everyone pays. I know how much birthdays and holidays mean to her, so I will purposely walk away from my own.
"That wasn't very nice." Derek points out as he looks into my eyes. I never even knew he was behind me. I was so deep in my own mental rant, I never heard his loud footsteps.
"I'm not nice. When will you get that, Derek?" I ask quickly as I grab a pair of jeans and a top.
"You are nice. You can't fool me, Mer. I know deep down, you are nice." Derek tells me with a nod. If he only knew. I am not nice. There is no part of me that is nice.
"Whatever." I say with a sigh and a roll of the eyes. "I have to take a shower." I tell him as I rush over.
"I think I need a shower too. More importantly, I think you need some cock." He tells me as he walks behind me. He maybe right. So what do I do? What do I always do?
"Fine." I grumble loudly as I pull him in behind me and shut the door.
I don't look at him as I quickly peel off my shirt. My push-up bra comes off right behind, and into the pile. Derek flips on the hot water and the steam starts filling the bathroom. I don't look at Derek as I peel off the remainder of my clothing. My back is to him, and I can only assume that he is also undressing.
"I think I need you, Mer." Derek says with a nod as he looks at me. I had forgotten to look at the cock. The cock is amazing. All ten and a half inches standing there tall and proud. His velvety head is red and shiny, wet with pre-cum. He's ready for me, and god knows I am ready for him. "Come on..." He says as he opens the door and grabs my hand.
"Let's go..." Derek says happily as he looks into my eyes and pulls me into the shower I hear the glass door click as I step into the hot water. A smile covers his face as he pushes my back against the cold tile wall. I like the feeling of the cold against my flesh. I can feel the hot water trickling down my stomach and over my soft mound. I feel the hot water running between my lips and ticking my sensitive swollen clitoris.
"Just fuck me." I tell him as I reach around and grasp the tight flesh of his back. I need him to. I can't wait. I'm far too frustrated. Derek smiles as he leans in and puts his mouth to my collarbone.
"I gladly will..." He agrees. "Bend over." He tells me frankly as he spins me around. "Put your hands on the wall and hold tight. I will be hitting you with force."
"Oh god..." I moan as I place my hands on the cold wall. I can feel his cock nudging my wet slit. I am spread wide open for him. My hot pink center is exposed and begging for him to slide right in. "Oh..."
"You like that?" He asked in heavy breathing as he taps his head against my clit hard. I know he is milking me and himself. He is attempting to get my tight folds to relax and allow him entrance.
"Oh god yes! Just do it!" I shout as I back my ass up to him, attempting to get that steel rod as deep inside of me as I can take. I hit him hard, only about an inch sliding in.
"You're so tight..." He warns as he rubs himself along me. "Too damn tight." He repeats as he slowly slides in.
"Oh god! Fill me up. Oh yes... Fill me!" I shout as my walls press him hard. "Fuck me!"
"Oh god... Mer... Fuck!" He shouts as he pulls out and slides back in.
My abundant fluid allows him to go in and out with ease, even if I am constricting him tightly. My body takes the brunt of his force, my hands absorbing shock as he rams to over and over again. I try to take more of him in, spreading my legs, but it is next to impossible. Derek lays his body over mine as he slides. The hot water glides down our slick flesh. I feel Derek pull out. Before he slide back in, I feel a sharp smack on my ass.
"Oh yeah!" I yell loudly. "Spank me! Spank me!" Derek gives me another hard whack before he rams back into my cores. God knows I love the spanking. I can feel the stinging on my flesh from his sharp hits and the hot water.
"Oh god, Mer... Oh god!" Derek yells as he feels his balls ready to explode.
"Oh god... Harder, Derek... Harder you fucker!" I yell as I throw my weight against him. I can feel the tingle in my core. I'm ready to cum. I am ready to go into violent contractions. Our bodies slam with force as I start panting heavily. I need it. I need to feel him. I need to fall over the edge. I slam my hips over and over again as Derek leans back and penetrates me over and over, filling me to the brink.
"Oh god, Mer... Fuck... I'm gonna blow!" He shouts as he quickens his pace.
"Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh god... It's- There- There... Oh god! Oh my- Oh..." I pant as everything falls gracefully into place. I gasp for air as my uterus and vagina contract around his spurting cock. We lean motionless as our bodies instinctively react. "Oh..." I moan when he finally slides himself out. I can't take it. I am exhausted, I quickly crash against the wall breathlessly.
"Happy birthday!" Derek asks with a smirk as he looks down at me.
"Ass!" I gasp as I punch him in the arm. All he can do is smile.
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I have to say, I am stealth. I move silently in the night. Well, in this case, it's silently in the mid-morning. Seriously, who's arguing? You see my point. I had to add night for dramatic appeal. Anyway. Silence. I am moving in silence out of this godforsaken house. Yes, I may have decided on a grandiose exit to make my point, but that has changed. Now I am taking the pussy way out and running to my car. Either way, I have made my point, seeing as I am no longer in that house.
I know that my birthday means more to my grandma than it does to me. It always has. I always pretended to enjoy it for her. I guess at some point in your life, you quit caring what others want and you go for what you want. Sometimes it is weighed on your personal decisions. It just builds. I decided that I was tired of walking around with the fake smile on my face. I don't do that anymore. Now I just keep the frown right there in front. That way no one gets confused.
I have to warn you, apparently, I am weak. I never thought I was. But see, I had a busy day. It's my birthday, and I do what I want. That means I go to the barn and hide. That only worked for a short while. See, my birthday is in the middle of the hot summer. My barn is hot. The horses are testy. The flies are bad. And the lack of human interaction is enough to make you want to shoot yourself. So that was where weakness came in.
"Hello?" I ask into the phone. I had sent the others to voicemail. I had stopped them, and yet now I answer. I will blame it on my delusional behavior from the overbearing heat.
"Meredith..." I hear my aunt say. Oh great. I know what this is. This will be a walk down the guilt buffet with three plates in my hand. In other words, no matter what is said, they will get their way. You know, what... I can beat them at their own game. I can get them before they get me. I guess I put too much thought into strategy.
"I will be there." I say, not letting her say a word. Ha! I just won. That was me mopping her up. "Seven, right?"
"Of course." My aunt says happily. She is full of self-gratification and a good part of me wants her to choke on it. "I will see you around six-thirty."
"Oh yes... You will." I say as I flip my phone shut. Damn the lot of them, They still came out on top because it seems that I am going. All that talk about winning, and now I'm not sure I have. I guess now I will just be evil. I shall make dinner hell for all, just as I always do.
As I let this steaming water rush over me, I wonder... Is it natural to be this damn evil? I almost bet not. I think it must be a learned behavior. Either way, I'm a mess here. I'm a mess because I am still thinking of my evil. I'm not sure what my plan will be, but I hope it will be good. Maybe I should play it straight. I could play it straight. I still have no idea. I will play it something. I will so or say something inappropriate. That is almost a given.
As I walk up to the house of perfection. The ne plus ultra. Yeah, I think that is the way they look at it. I see it and crazy people surrounded but unfortunate bricks. I bet if these bricks could talk, they would be bitching. I bet if they could act, the house would implode. Poor house. Now I am talking to the house like it has feelings. I think I may be losing my mind. At least I am willing to admit it.
"Oh you made it!" Grandma says as the door magically opens for me. Oh great, so I bet they were all waiting for me. I bet they all saw me talking to myself like a lunatic. Instead of going to dinner, I'm getting a one way ticket to the nut house. How wonderful. Happy birthday to me!
"I did." I say with with fakest smile one has ever seen. It's actually really pathetic. I mean, any person with a brain would see that it is condescending as all hell. I may not have won, but I could have. This is me being being wonderful and nice and all of that.
"I'm so glad." She says with a tighter hug. She knows I hate this shit. Maybe this is her sticking it right back to me. I probably do deserve it, but oh fucking well. We shall pretend I do not.
I follow them to the dining room. That is where the cake and gifts are. Of course that all comes after dinner. Nonetheless, there they are. I almost hate those gifts. I used to like presents. Well, I still do. But not the birthday kind. I don't like the birthday kind at all. The cake is pretty with a horse on it. I have been defined. The funny thing is, I have been defined as everything but what I truly am.
"Thank you, Meredith." My grandfather says as he pulls me aside. Occasionally, he will talk to me like a human. He does it more now that he sees that I hold a lot of power.
"Yep." I mutter without elaborating. I will let him stew too. I will let them all pass their judgments. That is what they excel in.
"So... We should be going." Grandma says as she looks at her watch. She always says that. She always wants to go way too early when we all know that grandpa is a lead foot.
"Oh yes..." I mutter with a smile, sticking it to my grandfather for no reason. "We should go." Oh the fun we will have. The joys of arriving early with the crazies.