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I'm feeling extra empty tonight.
"Give me another bump," I slur, continuing my aggressive thrusts. The table squeaks and groans with each pump.
The lights are off, the entire RV blanketed in darkness besides the lights from the nearby building, illuminating a small glow through the windows.
Her head leans up, her eyes glazed and red as she stares at me. Her hand lifts from the table, her fingernail filled with coke. She brings it up to my nose, and I inhale, breathing as deeply as I can. The burn hits me deeply, going all the way to my chest. She pulls her finger away, but I snap my hand out, bringing it to my mouth. I wrap my tongue around her fingertip, sucking the sweetness from her nail. I run her fingertip beneath my upper lip, along my gums.
My eyes close. The flavor. The hit. It turns me on more than the girl in front of me does.
I fuck her until I can't see. Until my blood runs hot and a heavy load of cum empties inside the condom.
It's Luna that I imagine coming inside of. It's her body I imagine wrapped around me. And when I pull out of her, tossing my condom into the trash bin, I imagine it's her melodic voice I hear, not the raspy one coming out of Brandy as I tuck myself back into my jeans.
I watch her through hazy eyes as she leans down, taking another bump. "I have to fucking crash. You coming to bed?"
I shake my head, feeling the world spin with me. It doesn't stop when my head does, continuing on in a tilt-a-whirl that feels like it'll never stop.
"Okay." She stumbles off the table, ripping off her shirt and tossing it on the floor on the way to my room. She's naked by the time she walks through the door, climbing on the bed and falling straight on her stomach, face in my dark pillow.
She's out within seconds.
I stumble down the hallway, picking up her clothes and tossing them on top of her. I close the door, giving her some fucking decency because the moment the guys walk through the door, they'll be able to see her naked ass.
Not like she would really care. She really is a fucking road whore sometimes.
I shake my head in disgust, running my fingers through the sweaty strands of my hair before grabbing the heavy laptop from beside the sink. I walk over to the table, sitting down in the red and blue fabric booth. It squeaks and puffs, the air releasing from the cushion as my weight presses on it.
Cracking the laptop open, I run my hand across the smooth black screen. The screen lights up when I press on the small red circle, and my heart starts racing, wondering if today is the day.
I rarely find time to go on my laptop, this clunky thing that has shitty internet and barely works. But I bought one the other year, tired of finding time to get access to a desktop computer when we're always on the road. So, I splurged on one, and the first thing my dumbass did?
I emailed her.
Which is stupid, since I have no idea if she even looks at her emails. It's something we made back in high school, something that neither of us ever actually used.
But now, it's the only shred of communication I have left. The only possibility I have when it comes to connecting with her. Without it, I don't know how we’d ever speak again.
Will she ever go back to Wisconsin?
It's been over two years, and she hasn't gone home. I don't know what she's doing. I don't even know if she's alive, honestly.
That thought alone makes me want to scream until my throat bleeds.
Starting up the internet, my fingers tap on the edge of the black keyboard while I wait for this slow fucking computer to work. The dial tone is obnoxious, making my ears screech and my head throb. My foot taps on the floor, so loud and so heavy that the entire RV feels like it’s shaking.
I can barely see straight, and the only way I know the internet is working is from the loud computer voice telling me I've got mail.
My heart thumps, stops a beat, and starts pumping again.
I click on my inbox, hoping to see an email from thelooloolunaemail.
Once my inbox loads, my heart drops, all the way to the linoleum floor beneath me. It splats and smashes, and I even punch my boot to the floor a couple times, making the floor shake in frustration.
I have an email, but it's not from Luna.
Just another one from my mom.
She tells me she misses me and hopes I'm planning to stop home for Easter. She tells me my sister is well, and the heavy winter led to a high rise in the lake this spring. They had to put sandbags by the house, because the water rose so much, they were worried it would leak into the basement. She tells me she misses me, and that she watches the news and reads the paper for updates.
