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Joints & Voices
Charlee
Sitting against the concrete gravestone, I light up a joint as tears pour down my cheeks. How the hell did we get here? How did I not see the signs that my own best friend was in trouble, that she was suffering internally? I feel like this is partially my fault. If I weren’t so fucking distracted with the shitshow that is my life. I would’ve seen right through her fake facade. I thought the deaths of her bullies made her happier—gave her the freedom to be herself and not take the words of others to heart. Except it didn’t—they had already broken her inside, and then destroyed everything she had left.
Taking an inhale from the joint, I close my eyes and rest my head against the stone, wishing Quinn was here with me—wishing I was passing the joint to her and not taking it to the head alone. I never in a million years thought I’d lose my best friend. How am I supposed to navigate life without her? She’s been like a sister to me, one I never had.
Opening my eyes, I let the tears pour as the sun sets. I take the last hit and put it out, leaving the rest on her gravestone.Standing, I look down at the fresh dirt and the flowers that surround her grave.
“I miss you Quinny, I’m sorry I was such a shitty friend. I promise to do better, babe. You will always be in my heart. I love you until we meet again.” I whisper, placing a single red rose down on the stone. Taking a deep breath, I walk away and out of the cemetery and head for home. I’m sure my parents and brother are waiting for me since it’s almost suppertime, and with all the murders going on they don’t like me being out past dark—But see, they don’t understand that I would rather be out when the sun goes down. I live for the darkness. It's the only time I feel free. At school, the popular girls taunt me about my weight, which makes me super uncomfortable. I’m already self-conscious and they just make it a whole lot worse.
Then I have Vaughn, the star quarterback, cornering me any chance he gets. Is he hot? Absolutely, but he’s so out of my league, and it's senior year. I’m not looking to start a relationship in this fucked-up town. I’m just taking life day by day until graduation, so I can go away to school and never look back. It doesn’t help that I’ve been keeping secrets—ones that I can never tell a soul about. Not even Quinn knew.
As I walk home, I’m so deep in thought I don’t hear the footsteps approaching, and it’s not until I’m facedown in the dirt that I realize what the hell is going on.
“Stay away from Vaughn, you pig,” Clara spits, kicking me in the ribs. I groan trying to get up, but someone else places their foot on the center of my back, shoving my face in the mud. I thrash against them as fear races through my body that I’m going to suffocate.
“This is your only warning, pig girl. He’s mine!” She yells as two other voices giggle. Another kick to the ribs has me seeing red as the person lets go of my head. Rolling over, I grab the leg that’s about to connect with my stomach and sink my nails intoher ankles, and she screams, trying to kick me away. I get to my feet and look her dead in the eye. They widen as do the others.
“Keep fucking with me and I promise I’ll burn you three alive,” I growl, narrowing my eyes at them.
“You’re a fucking psycho just like your dead friend,” Clara spits, and I lunge for her, but strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me away.
“Get the fuck out of here now before I call your parents,” he growls, his voice strong and assertive.
“Yes, Sir.” They say in unison and scamper away like little pigs. I fucking hate them. Clara, June and Donna—will get theirs soon enough. They are lucky Jeremy intervened.
“You okay, Sky?” he asks, letting his nickname for me drip from his lips.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be,” I respond as his hold tightens around my waist, his hands sliding up my rib cage and over my breasts to my neck, forcing me to look at him.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll call your dad and let him know where you are and that I’ll walk you home later,” he says, and I nod.
Releasing me, we walk towards his house, and it's eerily quiet walking through the door. He’s lost so much in such a short amount of time, and I feel so bad for him. I don’t know how he’s not ripped to shreds losing his wife and daughter. I commend him for his strength and wish I had even an ounce of it. He walks into the kitchen and grabs a drink, handing me a Coke. Taking a long sip, I place it down on the counter and sigh, but he throws back the amber liquid of his drink and takes my hand, leading me to the bathroom. Once inside, he hands me a towel and turns the water on for me.
“Get cleaned up. I’ll throw your clothes in the wash,” he says softly, and I take a deep breath, removing my clothes and handing them to him. His eyes take me in, and he licks hislips, causing my breath to hitch. He picks up my black panties without taking his eyes off of mine and inhales deeply, then growls on his exhale. “You smell so sweet, Sky,” he purrs, and I swallow thickly. This isn’t the first time he’s seen me naked. He’s the secret I’ve been keeping. He and the things we do, I can never tell a soul.Do I know it’s wrong? Yes. Should I stop? Also, yes—but I can’t.He’s like a drug, and all I ever want is another hit, another taste. I turned eighteen not too long ago, and when the clock struck midnight, he took my innocence without remorse.
He steps away, nodding to the shower, and I climb in, shutting the curtain and hearing the door close. I stand under the spray, cleaning my face first and then washing out my long brown, curly hair. I stand under the water for god knows how long and let the tears fall down my face. I really hate those girls. Jeremy should've just let me kick their asses instead of stepping in–but I’ll get them.
Once I’m finished, I get out wrapping the towel around my body, using the brush that’s on the sink to comb out my hair, before I throw it up in a messy bun. The door opens slowly, and Jeremy takes my hand, leading me down the hall to one of the guest rooms. “Your clothes are in the dryer,” he says as he opens the door, and I see a dark blue silk nightgown lying on the bed. My eyes light up as I step into the room, walking right over to it and gliding my fingers over the soft fabric. He stands behind me and wraps his arms around my thick waist, pulling my towel free, letting it fall from my body onto the floor. He runs his hands over my naked flesh, gripping my stomach, while pressing his lips against my neck.
“Do you like it?” he asks, and I nod.
“I do—it’s gorgeous. Thank you.” I answer as he reaches for it. He picks it up, then turns me to face him, pulling it over my head as my arms go through the straps. The fabric flows down overmy breasts and stomach with ease, stopping mid-thigh. He steps back and looks at me. I fidget as his eyes take me in.
“Perfect, Sky,” he coos, lifting his shirt over his head. I watch as his muscles flex with the movement. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he praises, making my heart skip a beat as he pops the button to his jeans, pulling the zipper down, removing them along with his boxers and kicking them to the side. My eyes zero in on his cock, and my mouth waters. “You want this? My sweet Sky,” he asks and I nod as he steps towards me, his cock bouncing with each step. “You can have whatever you want, baby, as long as you do exactly what I tell you,” he says, and I nod, but he raises a brow.
“Yes, I’ll be your good girl.” I answer and he smiles.
“Lay on the bed, Sky,” he orders, and I step back and sit, scooting my body up the bed as he climbs up the bed, spreading my legs. He kisses up my thick thighs, biting into my flesh, making me whimper as he nudges my clit with his nose. “I fucking love the way you smell, Sky.” He growls, sucking my lips and sinking a finger slowly inside me. I arch my back as he reaches up, pulling down at the straps. My breasts spill and my nipples harden as he flicks them, causing me to moan while he drags his tongue up and down my clit, sucking it. He laps me up, causing my hips to move of their own accord. My body shivers at how good he makes me feel. I’ve never had anyone between my legs but him. I’ve never even let a boy touch me–but this man. My best friend's father makes me feel alive. Makes me feel sexy and wanted.
“He shouldn’t. He’s a monster.”A voice says, and I gasp, but he sinks a finger into me again, flicking his tongue, making me forget whatever that voice was. My legs shake, and I’m so close I could scream, but he pulls away.
“I want you to cum on my cock. Sky.” He whispers, kissing up my stomach, leaving little bite marks as he makes his way to mybreasts. He takes a nipple into his mouth as his cock twitches against my thigh.
“Run, Charlee. Get out and go home,”the voice yells, and I gasp again, looking around the room but don’t see anyone else but the two of us. He kneads my breast as he licks up my chest and neck, bringing his lips to mine.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks and I nod as he lines up his cock with my entrance and sinks in slowly. I moan, digging my nails into his back as he snaps his hips. His dick feels so fucking good inside me. I look down between us and watch as he pulls out and slams back in, making me cry out. “So fucking wet, Sky. God, I love being inside you,” he confesses, biting my bottom lip. “You feel so good, my sweet girl. So tight–so perfect,” he praises, and I run my fingers down his chest, digging my nails into his stomach, making him growl. “Play with yourself. Wrap your hand around my length as I fuck this sweet cunt. Get those fingers nice and wet for me and play with your clit,” he instructs, and I do as I’m told. Circling my sensitive nub, I moan, tightening around him. He takes my nipples into his mouth and I pick up my pace, flicking my clit as my thighs tremble around his waist.
