When you're broken, lost and got nothing left to lose... you become bulletproof.
Trying to fix your life back together after having it shaken upside down isn't easy. Getting used to normal when you feel like an outcast in your own skin, isn't easy...
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He was snoring. Like full, loud disgustingly snoring.
I cringed, wondering how could he look so hot awake and so foolishly lame asleep. The moment he pulled out he fell asleep, looking content with himself and not even bothering to check if I was pleased as well. Which I wasn't.
He wasn't exactly bad, only a bit too drunk to care about anything other than quick release and completely forgot about mine. Seven minutes and he was out, while I was still here, laying flustered and unsatisfied. Sexual frustration knotting in my guts and then the snors kick in.
Was he kidding?
In the darkness of the room, I think I saw a little drool in the corner of his lips and that was when I draw the line. Waiting here feeling sorry for myself wouldn't give me any orgasm either. I pushed his arm off my waist, sliding off the bed and picking up my clothes in the darkness, once again cursing my decision to go with him.
That fucking bar was full of handsome, attractive athletes, all high in tonights victory in the field and looking for someone to 'celebrate' with them. Brody had seemed nice enough, hot as hell and the way his eyes roamed me shamelessly made it obvious he wanted me too. And now? Now I was regretting it.
I even considered it would have been better to stay with Gracie and watched her study. As lame as that sounded, at least I wouldn't feel this rotten dissatisfaction and void. Brody hadn't even take my mind out the itching ache everytime it wandered towards the quick text.
DAD: Business meeting came up. We'll try to make it there next week
Just like the previous week, and the one before that. Ever sine I got out the recovery almost a year ago, the suffocating, controlling attention my parents gave me was gone. Just like that. Back to being workaholics that from time to time remember they had a daughter. Wasn't it sad I got more calls from our housekeeper than from them?
I didn't want to admit it hurt me they ditched the lunch meeting again but I was. I fucking was and I wanted to kick myself for it. You're a grown up woman, for fuck's sake. Daddy issues are no longer acceptable.
I zip up the skirt, looking around for my shirt and throwing it on however, not even caring it was turned inside out. I was no longer aroused and the winter coldness licked the my skin, arising goosebumps all the way down my arms and I shivered looking around. Where had I left my jersey... of damn. A flash in my memory made me realize I'd given it to Eli before leaving with Brody.
Amazing.
I stepped out the room, carefully closing the door and then letting out my breath. This rush of sneaking out never grows on me. Especially when it comes to the boys dorms. I like better when they have a flat on their own or even a frat house; but dorms? Really? That should have been my first warning when coming here. Dorm's guys are lame as hell.
