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I looked at the text that told me to leave. I hoped she made it through the night. I said with a smile, "I'll help you get through this."
Holly
Winston was so great. I leaned forward and hugged him. My head on his shoulder I said, "Thank you."
He had pretty eyes. Kind, gentle eyes. I was so lost in those eyes I barely registered that he was leaning in closer to me. Not until his lips were a fraction away from mine and he said, "Kiss me, Holly."
And I did. When his lips touched mine, I felt that tingle roll from where we touched to Stormy's leaky faucet. That ache in that zone was what had me wrapping my arms around Winston. I didn't get that taste in my mouth or the ache in my gut. Not around this guy. He was safe, passive. Everything my dad would want for me. Everything my mom would roll her eyes at.
Nice, lean, firm, but not massive, Winston. His arms moved around me and then his tongue pressed against my lips. My mouth parted and I realized maybe I needed to read something else once in a while. I was lost here. Clueless, and my body wanted to do crazy things. Really crazy things like climb into his lap right here in public. That made my gut clench in the bad way. I hated my body's reactions to my thoughts now.
I didn't move, though. I just... wanted to.
My mother had me tested three times and they just said I was a late bloomer, an over-thinker, not everyone had to be with someone these days. Plenty of people were asexual. She didn't believe them and would show them pictures of me in middle school and point to me then. Once I was in my junior year of high school, she finally said it in front of me. She asked what happened to me. They had no answer. Those were secret appointments my dad did not know about. Probably. Maybe. I wasn't sure about anything anymore.
I was sure about one thing right now. I was feeling a sexual all right, a sexual urge to hold onto this man in my arms until he also made me orgasm. I pulled back and blinked at him. Winston smiled, stroked my hair, and said, "Lesson one. Good?"
"You're going to help me with... sex?" I asked, confused.
"Among other things, but yeah." He shrugged and then used his tap to pay and said, "Lesson two, skirts. Need more skirts in your life. Could have done a lot more here today with either one of us, both of us for that matter, if you had a skirt on."
"Um." I gulped.
"We have to fix that, sweetheart. Can't let that monster run around here off leash. I'll train you. You'll train him. Okay?" He smiled, nodded. I nodded back though I was a bit confused. He smiled that sweet smile again and said, "Okay." Then he looked at me and said, "I'll do my best to save you both, promise."
I nodded. Smiled. I did feel better. Like maybe I could figure this out. I touched my lips and closed my eyes. He kissed me. So gently and then so deeply. When I opened my eyes, I jerked back.
Apollo tapped the cigarette on the table and said, "Want one?" I shook my head no. "Want two?" He snickered at his inside joke. "Lord. You just... landed in it, huh? Sad. Pretty sure this is Daddy's doing, but still. You are going to let Winston work Winston magic and then you are going to apologize to that giant heart-on and not ruin Titus and Ripley's season because of these psychological shenanigans."
"Shenanigans?" I balked. "I was." I closed my mouth.
He smiled like the devil himself, put that cigarette back in his pack, and said, "Come on. Maybe I can speed this up a bit."
I got up and walked with him into the restaurant. If he had a solution in there, I wanted to hear it. See it.
Apollo gave a hand signal, and it looked like everyone was a bit surprised, but also... going on break? What the fuck?
"Um." I stopped, but once the last person was through that exit, Apollo looked at me, the smile was gone, and within two steps he had his hand over my mouth, the other on the back of my head, in my hair. He dragged me because I could not keep up with his long strides. I was crying, holding onto that hand in my hair with both of my hands as he kicked open the bathroom door and pushed me into it.
He turned me toward the mirror, and I could see him behind me. He kicked my feet out one then the next. I was in a full fucking panic. He removed that hand covering my mouth and stripped my shorts down as I asked, "What about... Harper?"
"Are you really trying to make an argument right now?" He pulled out a small handgun and pointed it at the back of my head. I could feel the metal press against my skull.
"No."
He tilted his head and stepped up closer to me, his front to my back and he was not hard at all. I could feel that because his crotch was pressed against my ass and even though there was a dick in those pants, it was not excited to see me. He said, "What did you say?"
"No. Please. Don't."
"Three fucking words with a gun to your head." He looked at me and said, "You need to rethink your narrative, little girl. You will absolutely not get another chance. Understand? I'll call your dad next time. Let him know you decided to run with the big divas, be a future leader the way he raised you, but since he forgot to upload a few programs in this robot, you got knocked off the porch. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir." I nodded. I had no clue what anything meant. I just wanted to live.
"Find your fucking voice because I can assure you, that man wouldn't do this to you." Then he kicked me in the back of my knee, and I went down, hit my chin on the counter in the process. That made me bite my tongue. As blood started coming out of my mouth he said, "Now, you look more like a victim. Less like a girl scared of her sexuality."
He walked out of there and left me on the floor, half naked, and bleeding. Fuck. At least I knew one thing for certain, something else was wrong with me and it was dangerous to more than just me. I... did not want to die. More than all the other thoughts in my head were the instincts to fight back, to live. I lost my only friend last year to suicide. I wasn't giving up. I could figure this shit out. Make it work somehow.
Once I got myself collected, I decided one more bad decision wouldn't hurt nearly as much as my tongue and chin right now. Only, when I go to Sophomore House, I learned I was so wrong.
