Trailer Park Girl | A Novella| Completed

I laugh. "Woah."

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Mishka

I laugh. "Woah."

"They're gonna fight, look, look..." RJ grins, watching as the two fishes leap for the specks of food.

They bump heads, and we chuckle.

"Yo." JR knocks at the cracked door and comes inside.

RJ looks around as JR comes to sit on the old couch he has in his room. He looks worried as he drags big ring-clad fingers over his face. He looks exactly like RJ. Just older. He's twenty-six.

"Yo. You remember Ruffles?" JR asks. "He used to always buy drugs."

"Yeah." RJ sits on the bed, giving his brother all his attention.

"They caught him. Dealing drugs. There was a shoot-out. Bobbies killed him."

RJ's jaw flexes. I silently lower myself beside him and look between the both of them.

JR covers his face. "Another victim. I've fucked up someone else again..." He shakes his head. "I don't think I can do this anymore..."

RJ stares at the ground, his nose flaring and trembling.

"You guys don't have to do this anymore..." I say softly. "You can be great. You both can be so awesome..."

JR peeks up and then looks over at RJ. "You're lucky to have her. Wish I had someone this optimistic..." He chuckles and gets up, walking out of the room and closing the door.

I look over at RJ. "You know, right? How awesome you can be?"

He shakes his head.

"What?" I ask.

"I don't know..." He sighs. "I've done this for so long...I've always been doing this. If I stop now...it'd be like: why stop now? Why didn't I stop before my mum and Layla offed themselves? It's like...it's too late to stop. Things have done fucked up."

"It's never too late..." I whisper. "Trust me..."

He looks down and closes his eyes.

I press my hand against his back, rubbing him there. "Really, RJ..."

He lifts his gaze and stares me in the eyes. His jaw flexes. A silence passes between us. Then he whispers:

"I'm really gonna fuck you this time..."

I swallow and my heart races.

He slowly leans in and presses his lips on top of mine. Unlike the first time we kissed, this time is gentler.

He presses himself against me so I lie flat. He continues to kiss me, his mouth speeding up as he slips his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues connect and intertwine. His mouth tastes like gum and the freshness of his saliva.

He puts himself between my legs, and dips his fingers under his T-shirt, pulling it over his head. I watch him as I breathe heavily, my mouth agape.

He stares me in the eyes, the first fierceness I'd seen inside of them when we first kissed, returning. He looks angry. But he isn't.

He dips his fingers around the waistband of my jeans and tugs them down. Along with my blue lace panties. He bought them for me. Or else I'd be wearing my days-of-the-week ones.

I lift my knees as he takes them off, throwing them on the ground.

Music starts playing downstairs. Some form of New England rap. It's convenient, like JR knows what's happening up here...