"I can't drive, baby can you?"
"I don't know how."
"Aren't you, like seventeen?" She had her hand on her head getting into the passenger seat.
"Sixteen, no one taught me."
"Okay, well, fuck you, and just drive."
He put in the key and put the car in reverse. The car was shakey and he was going slower than the speed
limit,"Damnit kid, just sit on the gas."
The car gose fast like when Willow is normally driving. He follows her directions, he parks at a gas station.
She goes in herself to get bandages and donuts. It took a while before she came back. She put the bandages in by herself after cleaning the blood.
She took pain killers, she lit a cigarette,"Are you fucking with me?"
"What?"
Lucky opened a bottle of beer
"You fucking dumbass, switch me seats."Lucky got out and switch seats with her, she started the car and drove as Lucky got drunk.
He couldn't feel, his body numb. She got tired of driving once she got to a woods area. It was dark and they ran into three deer. She stoped the car off the thin dirt road, in a clear area there was no light, but the light from the truck.
They both sat in silence, the car lights turn of. She reaches over, touching between his thighs, he smacks her hand away. She looks at him with angry eyes.
He opens the door and falls out on the ground,"Fuck!" Willow yells as she hops over the seat.
He gets up and trips over himself, she comes up from behind him. She puts his hand behind his back, she ties it with the left over bandages.
She takes her fingers and put in in his mouth down his throat,"Don't bite or I'll make you cum faster, you fucking cunt."
He started crying, tears falling. His saliva dripping down his chin, to his neck. Willow still behind him touching his body, their breath show bright in the cold forest.
She kissed his shoulders. She bit down on his shoulders making blood drip down the front of him, he winced in pain. The blood stemming from the cold.
She keep kissing his body, moving her fingers in his mouth, making him gag. She took his body and pushed him on the ground, she sat on top of him, when he moved his wrist popped and a sharp pain.
He lay there as she got on top of him she takes of his shirt the blood leaked on the snow, melting it. She starts kissing his chest. His tears fell, he was in a spiral of pain as she undid his belt,"Fuck, me."
She said keeping his legs down. She started to stroke him up and down with both her hands. She sat close to his feet, she got lower and put it in her mouth, she made herself choke, he cried louder.
"Stop!" He lifted his own head to see her hair on his stomach, than slammed it on the ground. More tears fell, she went faster and faster and he cried louder.
It was cold and they were stemming with sweat. When she made him finish she was angry, she got on top of his bare body with her bare body.
He got close to his face, it was hard to see with tears in his eyes, but he could tell she had saliva and seamen on her face.
Her spit dripped on his face, she kissed his lips and put her tongue in his mouth,"How dose your dick taste, fucking cunt ass whore?"
She got up her clothes were wet from snow, she wiped her face on it, and untied him and forcing him to stay in the car he put on shorts, the only thing that fit him he put bandages on his shoulder, as Willow got dressed outside of the car.
When she got in she softly kissed his lips again,"Baby, it's annoying how much you cry."
She felt his chin and neck. She gave him her coat and he wore it, because he didn't have a shirt.
He lit a cigarette, she started the car again. She drove down the thin dirt road and continued to drive. He looked out the window in silence,"I- I love you, baby."
Willow grabbed his thigh. He looked down at her hand, she was squeezing tight. He looked out the window,"I...love you, too." He breathed out letting the smoke blind him before it faded.
He wanted to jump out of the car and die. He never wanted to see another day again, he felt as if he were letting death in.
And yet he was still breathing, breathing in smoke, and hopefully that'll kill him faster.
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• Lucky Me, I See Ghosts •
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