Chapter 35 #2
Jace’s smile stretches ear to ear as he comes in for one slow, tantalizing kiss.
His hand slides down my side, across my stomach, reaching between my legs.
He moves his finger to my center, “best honest thing I’ve ever heard.
” He slides his finger back inside me, pushing the cum that has tried to escape.
“None of me is leaving you, ever, not even my cum gets to drip out of that perfect cunt.”
“That was amazing. Now I need food and a shower.” Jace climbs over me, kissing my nose, then scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom.
“I’d do anything you asked me to.”
Today is officially move-in day. Jace and I are on our way to my house to get the rest of my stuff. Hayden and Haley were supposed to help, but Haley isn’t answering, and Hayden is helping his dad.
Walking into the house, Jace and I are interrupted by intense moaning.
I shut the door and gave him an "are you kidding me" look. I march over to Haley’s door and knock hard. “Finish faster, you’re supposed to be helping me move!” I inch back to Jace, who is now laughing.
All sounds have stopped, and after listening to them shuffle around, the door opens very slowly.
Out walks Hayden, followed by Haley. “Well, well, well, look who it is, our lying best friends—horney thing one and thing two.” Haley rolls her eyes, and Hayden and Jace laugh.
Hayden steps forward, and I back up. “No way, Mr. I know there isn't a bathroom in her room, and based on those sounds, I know where your fingers have been.” I snap my fingers and point to the bathroom, “Go clean yourself, ya nasty. Then help me move out of this house of ill repute.”
Haley laughs with a big smile on her face, “I see that hickey on your neck, Lills, don’t fool us with our ill house, when yours is just as ill.” I step back from little Mrs. Dick breathe, and start grabbing boxes.
“Whatever you say, Hals.” I wink at her and head outside, dropping the box into Jace’s truck. We spent the rest of the day loading Jace's truck with all my things before heading back to his house to unload.
“Thanks for your help, you two can go back to whatever it is you were doing.” Hayden looks at Jace and me before smiling and waving us goodbye.
Haley blows me a kiss. “Bye bitch.” I wink and walk out, following Jace.
Heading home, Jace pulls across the bridge, “Can you stop here?” Crossing the bridge, a harsh memory hits me— screams slice my throat as sweat takes residence on every inch of my body.
I can see the darkness taking over; the light has faded once again.
My arms itch as the addiction takes hold, like tiny bugs crawling beneath my skin, pushing me to find it.
To find my hidden stash in my parents' house. I can’t stop them.
I try to scratch them away, itching my arms, my legs, my neck, willing myself to bleed them away.
Quickly, I call Haley. “I– I need you. Please come get me, please.” Before I can say more, Haley tells me to run to somewhere that grounds me, that makes me feel safe.
So that’s what I do, I run as fast as I can, and when I get there, I hold on to the rail and pick off the paint that remains.
Thinking to myself, Haley would probably disagree with my choice, but this bridge is where I’m in control.
I did as she instructed, running from the craving, the need to feel nothing and everything all at once.
The need to give in overwhelms me. I scream into the water crashing beneath me, “No! Stop! Leave me alone! Go away, I don’t want it anymore!
” I was yelling at myself, at everything and everyone who led me here.
Light beams into my back, illuminating my uneasy state.
I didn’t realize it, but I was no longer on the bridge; I was standing on the railing I was supposed to be picking.
“Lilla fucking Lane! Get down right this second, or so help me, I will jump in after you, and I will be pissed!” I grip the tall metal railing supporting the bridge.
Knowing she would, in fact, jump in after me, and I can’t let her, because something awful could happen to her.
She runs over to me, grabbing my legs. “Get down now!” I slowly work my hands down the rail until they find her shoulders.
The moment my arms lock around her neck, my knees give out.
“I am sorry. I–I’m not strong, Hales. Please, let me go. Let me jump. Tell me to jump, tell me off, be mad, you're not even mad! Why don’t you hate me! Hate me, Haley!” I let go of her, now standing face to face. Tears run down her face, as they do mine.