Be the Death of Me
Chapter seven (part two)
The drive home was a blur. As I pounded up the stirs to our room, I barley felt my feet touch the ground. I could easily hear my mother shout at my sister, questioning her. But I chose to block it out, and instead curled into a little ball on my small bed.
The two shouted and I heard crashes and bands, but I ignored them too. I could still feel Ashley's sick grip on my hips as he thruster into me, breaking through my innocence. I could still plainly hear him moan as he hit his peak, testing his head on my breast as he recovered from his high.
I shuddered involuntarily, and stepped into the bathroom, slowly removing my clothes like Ashley had done only a few hours ago. I scrubbed every inch of my skin harshly, trying to erase the memories of his flesh pressed against mine. When I couldn't get any cleaner, I crouched down on the floor of the shower as the water cascaded down around me. I cried then. And couldn't stop.
After I finally tore myself away from the hot water that had started to run cold, I wrapped my quivering body in a white towel. I didn't feel my feet step onto the cool time floor; I was numb all over.
Their screaming and shouts had subsided, or at least I'd assumed that. I shakily dressed myself in sweats and a tank top as I hesitantly crept downstairs, aching to see another human being.
My mother say at the kitchen table, a blank stare in her.
"Mom? Mommy?" I whispered, "where's Jessica?"
She didn't look up at me, she simply continued to gaze at the wall.
"Mom?" I questioned further, edging my way into the kitchen.
She turned her head to face me, slowly, and said, "upstairs."
I frowned at that but ended up somehow upstairs, standing outside our bedroom door. I opened it slowly, the old door creaking as I did so.
"Jessie? Jessica? Please, are you in here?" I asked as I did so.
I gasped, when I opened the door. And then I screamed.
The two shouted and I heard crashes and bands, but I ignored them too. I could still feel Ashley's sick grip on my hips as he thruster into me, breaking through my innocence. I could still plainly hear him moan as he hit his peak, testing his head on my breast as he recovered from his high.
I shuddered involuntarily, and stepped into the bathroom, slowly removing my clothes like Ashley had done only a few hours ago. I scrubbed every inch of my skin harshly, trying to erase the memories of his flesh pressed against mine. When I couldn't get any cleaner, I crouched down on the floor of the shower as the water cascaded down around me. I cried then. And couldn't stop.
After I finally tore myself away from the hot water that had started to run cold, I wrapped my quivering body in a white towel. I didn't feel my feet step onto the cool time floor; I was numb all over.
Their screaming and shouts had subsided, or at least I'd assumed that. I shakily dressed myself in sweats and a tank top as I hesitantly crept downstairs, aching to see another human being.
My mother say at the kitchen table, a blank stare in her.
"Mom? Mommy?" I whispered, "where's Jessica?"
She didn't look up at me, she simply continued to gaze at the wall.
"Mom?" I questioned further, edging my way into the kitchen.
She turned her head to face me, slowly, and said, "upstairs."
I frowned at that but ended up somehow upstairs, standing outside our bedroom door. I opened it slowly, the old door creaking as I did so.
"Jessie? Jessica? Please, are you in here?" I asked as I did so.
I gasped, when I opened the door. And then I screamed.
Notes
Flashback
to anyone who is confused, this all happened the day Jessie and Liv went to warped
Such an amazing story. I love it.
12/7/15