Page 24 of SummerTime Madness
“I have to go now. But it was fun.”
I look up at Chase and blow him a kiss as I pull away, already missing the sensation of them filling me but science calls.
My first love.
I look at the garden bed as I lower my dress, already feeling their warm cum trailing downbetween my legs. Inhaling the small particles that mingle in the air.
While the boys are busy gathering their thoughts and catching up to my win, I quickly take a handful of soil and place it in a clean red solo cup that’s resting beside the bed. I needed to test this beauty…
So much pride fills my chest when I look over at Tate who is now lighting another joint.
You did beautifully, my love.
But I won’t say those words out loud, it’s not us. Not how we communicate.
Our love is feral.
It is a game... An eternal cat and mouse lullaby.
My softness belongs to Chase–that small, warm, and fuzzy part of me belongs to him and only him. I turn to leave when my heart drops at the sound of the plea behind me from Chase’s low, tender voice.
“Cordy.”
I stop because my heart makes me… but my mind rebels, so I never look back. A promise I made myself when I saw my mother’s note. The only thing that remained after she lost herself to love...
From behind me, I hear something crash and my heart sinks.
Tate.
The night breeze kisses my fevered skin, cooling me instantly. I can finally breathe, taking a deepbreath in as I force my body and heart to cooperate. We are so close to the breakthrough. I can make this world a better place.
And my name a legacy.
Make him proud in ways my mother never could. I might look like her, but I will never be her. My feet step on something hard, yet soft. Looking down, I spot a dead baby bird, white filaments erupting from its small beak and eyes.
Crouching down, I let my hand hover over the small animal, and watch curiously as the small, moldy fragments dance.
The filaments rise like they recognized me, like they were waiting. Swaying… reaching towards me when the sound of cursing erupts from behind me, causing me to pull away before he reaches me.
I never look back.
Because I’m scared I’d stay.
“CORDERLIA!” Tate shouts behind me, but he doesn’t see me. Rushing out of the woods, I make it to the massive backyard, and I stare at the lake for a moment before rushing towards my car.
People think love is a connection, but it’s not. It’s digestion. It’s letting someone chew through your edges until you can’t tell where you end.
For now, this is how things need to be… I have to push him to greatness… Only pain brings forward greatness, and he’s just proven this without even realizing it. This is why we work. Our games are to make us better, to help us evolve into something greater.
This creation will make us Gods.
Chapter Six
Spiral
Chase
I watch as Tate swipes the dead plants and empty planting pots to the ground. His chest heaving, black tendrils falling over his face as he chuckles darkly.
