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“I know he’s a piece of shit and you deserve better,” she snorts.
“Yeah, that’s an understatement. I don’t know Spence. He’s preparing me to take over his part in this business. Some shit about running clubs, and whatever. He made me go learn the ins and outs of my future.”
Her face falls instantly, “What about us? What about after graduation?”
“I told you I’m not going anywhere. I fucking promise you babygirl. I just need some time to figure it all out.” I sigh, rolling over to my back. “I’ll figure it out.”
“Then I believe you,” she sighs. There’s a look on her face though that I can’t quite figure out. It feels like there’s something she’s not telling me.
“Spence, you ok?” .
She exhales loudly, “I will be.”
“Talk to me baby.”
“I just need school to start, and graduation to get here. Things are… they are fucked up. I need out of that house.”
“Is it your Uncle?”
She doesn’t answer, she just stares at the ceiling. Clearly I’m getting a little warmer here.
“It is, isn’t it? What’s going on?”
Her face twists and contorts and she inhales deeply. “He… Travis… he… I- I don’t know.”
My blood boils, and I feel murderous as her pain and shame fill the air, “What did he do? I’ll kill him,” I clench my teeth so hard it hurts.
“He didn’t… well he did but,”
“Baby?”
“I don’t know. I keep catching him in my room at night. He, he touches himself. He touches…me… but he stops himself. I don’t know. He makes me feel unsafe, and I just, I freeze Travis…” she shakes her head and exhales loudly, “I’m so messed up, I should stop him, but I don’t know how. I can handle it though. I’m going to call my dad and make him come home. I’ll figure it all out.”
“Spencer what the fuck?! First off, it’s not your fault, he’s a grown ass man!” I snap and push myself up off the bed, “Second, I’ll kill him!”
“Stop,” she whispers pulling me back. “I’ll handle it, just…stay. Please. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to think about it.”
Rolling over, she throws one leg over me, straddling me, and reaches over to my nightstand. She’s pressed against me so hard, and her tits are hovering just above my face. My breath catches in my throat, I begin to tremble and my heart races.
She rummages around the top drawer and I fight the urge to run my hands all over her body. Not that I haven’t had my hands all over her before, but that’s about as far as we’ve gone, and missing her the way that I have, I don’t trust myself to stop today. And then with everything she just told me? I can’t be that guy.
Leaning back she sits up and straddles my lap, holding the joint and lighter she pulled from my nightstand in one hand. Pushing up on my elbows, I raise one eyebrow and smirk, “Oh really?”
Pressing the joint between her soft lips, she lights the end, and inhales deeply. As if in a trance, I watch her chest rise and fall, eyeing the column of her neck as she tilts her head back and blows smoke rings into the air.
“Yes, really,” she grins. “I really need to chill out. You really need to chill out.”
Bringing the joint back to her lips, she inhales again. This time she holds in a breath and leans down. Lowering her face, she presses her lips to mine and exhales slowly, while I suck in every fucking particle like I’m starved for oxygen. I’m so hard at this point, I can’t hide it from her. She has to know.
Taking the joint from her fingers, I set it in the ashtray on my nightstand, and throwing all caution to the wind, I lace my fingers through the strands of her hair and pull her in, capturing her lips with mine. She falls into me, and her tongue gently sweeps against mine leaving me in a frenzy.
“I fucking missed you babygirl,” I murmur against her lips.
“Shut up,” she murmurs back, moving her soft lips in tandem with mine.
Rolling us both over, I pin her beneath me and she runs her hands down my back, gripping my t-shirt between her fingers. Resting one arm beside her head, I hold her chin with my opposite hand and kiss her again. A torrent of emotions she’s been holding down are bubbling below the surface. I can feel it.
“Let it go,” I whisper, “Just let it go, and give it all to me. Let me take it,” and on cue, the tears roll slowly down her cheeks, but she never stops moving her soft lips against mine, and I never let up. Her lips taste like weed and the ocean of sorrow that she’s been drowning in. She lets it all go, and I breathe it all in. I kiss her long and slow, deep and soft, until all the tears stop, soaking up every ounce of hurt.
