I lean upwards towards his ear breathing softly. "you're mean." I murmur as I swallow a whine he clearly heard. His devilish smirk appears "No" he shakes his head "This is mean" he pinches my nipple in the hand that's covering my nipples I whimper...
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"What if she deserves a happy ending?" Dr. Otto asks me. I look up tears pooling down my cheeks with my achy stomach my legs pulled up to my chest.
"What if I deserved a happy ending" I whisper tears rolling down my cheeks I sniffle wiping my cheek with my sleeve.
I glance out the window as rain falls I sit in a Grey chaired always. "Death isn't a happy ending. Laying on the floor without a heartbeat isn't a happy ending " he tried to remind me.
"It's better than here." I utter I wipe my tears. His frown deepened on his young face he's 23.
"People like me don't get happy endings." I mumble honestly coming clean to myself.
"People like you?" He asks looking back at his clipboard.
"I was doomed to have a unhappy ending." I mumble brushing my hair out my eyes. He exhales. "we don't have to talk about it anymore if you don't want t-" "good. I don't want." I answer before he finishes.
"we were talking about your sister you said she got it out easy in our last session" He questions changing the subject he rubs his fingers threw his curly blonde hair as he readjust his glasses. Younger than most yet wiser too. He knows when he's pushed me to much. When he finally figures out I'm not gonna open up. Or I'm on the verge of crying.
They practically forced me to go to therapy. Funded by the special victims unit. Out of pity.
Although I was 6 so pity was all I needed.
"She died without having to commit suicide." I think your weak if you had to commit suicide and after everything I've been threw I don't want that even though I've tried to kill myself multiple times.
I wake up in cold sweats. With a vivid dream from my sessions with Dr. Otto he was my therapist for 10 years. I stopped having sessions 2 years ago. When I was 17. I stopped going to therapy after he went on maternity leave.
I get up my face sweaty I put some bathroom water in a cup to lazy to get fresh water.
I spit it out feeling nauseous.
I run my hands under warm water I splash some water on my face. It's nearly 5 in the morning.
I pull my hair into a ponytail my eyes water in tiredness I walk back to my bed on the other side of it. I lay down in the silk bedding tears build in my eyes. I'm not haunted by it anymore this shouldn't affect me as much as it dose.
I wipe the unwanted tears away as I lay back down too tried to move I let the fan blow on me I pull the oversized shirt down more. Covering my undies.
I close my eyes it takes a awhile but I eventually fall asleep.
Buzzy and I had gotten drunk in the middle of the afternoon.
It's like 4pm and we keep drinking I'm not lightweight he is.
But I'm very very drunk. As far I know where the only ones in the house. I a nineteen year old had gotten a 16yr old drunk. Well technically he got me drunk but that's beside the point Buzzy and I giggle telling each other secrets of our past.
"When first met Colten I thought he was blind." I admit pulling my lips together his jaw drops Buzzy starts wheezing I begins to giggle too. I've never met someone with Grey eyes before only a blind dog once.
"Um my eyes are green I wear brown contacts cause they make me look older." I gasp as he pulls out his contacts. Before they hit the table. I gasp I punch him hard in the shoulder.
"My mother only had me because my sister was dying and she needed my bone marrow." I snort he chuckles my smile widens. I feel like a sadist. I snort at the thought feeling the alcohol burn my throat.
"When me and my brother where eleven my father locked us in a room for three days without food or water until one of us broke the others arm" he shrugs my mouth agape s that's cruel.
"Spoiler alert he won" He adds laughing.
"Aww shit." I grumble being another giggle leave my lips. Before he starts giggling with me.
"I was on anti depressions because I tried killings myself 4 times." I whisper I hated them they made me tired all the fucking time. But it was an excuse to get out of pe.
"Well I was an IED" he shrugs i gasp tilt my head I could see that. Sorta.
"My stepfather use to make sex tapes. He made thousands of dollars off of it."
"Shit that's tough." He says I don't dwell on it.
"Is that why you mom went to prison for his murder?" He asks I give him a soft smile nodding I told him earlier. My mom actually went to prison for recording it but he doesn't need to know that.
It's best we paint as many hero's as we can. I grab salt putting it on my tongue I take another shot.
My brown long hair pushed in a ponytail as my body gets hot.
I'm tired I whisper softly to Buzzy he nods in agreement closing his eyes "your tired to or you agree I'm tired?" i ask "okay" he tells me answering me he stands up wobbling on his feet fo his room.
"Adios my little penguin friend." I shout.
I groan unable to walk I'm so tired. And drunk.
I lay down cozying up to some random pillow couch I mean pouch cillow. I enjoy my nap regardless of what my soft object is called
I wake up to a nudge in my arm. I blink a few times still as drunk as before although I can think a little more clearly. I look up it's Colten. His cold finger hoist me off the couch his rings touch my skin their even colder.
I'm on my knees as I kneel on the couch "Did you drink all that?" He nods to the big vodka bottle on the glass table I nod my head as it wobbles uncomfortably. technically Buzzy and I drank it but I'm no snitch.
I give him a small smile he gestures for me to stand up I nod I turn around I take two steps before I hit the ground "ommph!" I groan I feel cold rings and hands lifting me up from the floor I wheeze giggling at myself.
"Oops." I screech he shushes me as he tosses me over his shoulder I'm very very far off the ground "I'm gonna puke on you if you don't put me down." I babble to him.
He holds me pulls me back down upwards my back towards him as he holds with one hand like a child my legs dangle he is ridiculously strong he can carry me with one arm.
Hubba! Hubba!
I look at him my eyes daze as I he carries me to my room opening my door my fragrance enlopes me nose he puts me on my bed I sit down. "What happend to your parents?" I whisper. He shakes his head "when your sober." He whispers pulling off my shoes. "Is this your way of hoping I'll forget about it." I asks scooting back in my bed.
I raise my hands up having him take off my dress as he takes off my dress my bra bring the only thing hiding my tatas. I fall onto my bed.
"if it makes you feel any better my parents aren't great either."
"Care to elaborate?" He asks I sigh "next time pudding." I grin at him blowing him a kiss.
"It felt exhilarating spitting in Nigeria's drink." I babble he chuckles one of the sexist things I've ever heard.
"Nathaniel " he speaks I nod Nigel sounds scarier but his name is Nathaniel "he was being very inappropriate with me I mean an ass slap cost at least 50 bucks." I respond joking.
"Goodnight sugar cakes." I mumble I wave at frantically Colten as he stands up and beings walking to my door.
