my brother's best friend

chapter ii

“through the fabric”
through elise hampton

it was late when my eyes opened.

the sun light emanated through my open window, making my warm hand cover it from meeting my weary eyes.

i heard sounds coming from downstairs, my room was quite far from my parents' one and my brother's so i assumed the noise belonged to the kitchen.

peeking through my light covers, i looked around – i took notice of the black shirt i seemed to have changed into last night and my high heels which i didn't take off before i fell asleep.

i looked at the wood celling of my spacious room. i examined its knots before grunting in despair and standing up to slide my heels off my aching feet. when i stood myself up to do so, this awful liquid really woke me up.

i quickly ran to my bathroom, my heels clincked on the quiet morning. i noticed, despite the vomit i was holding in my mouth, that the water from the kitchen stopped running.

i puked all the drinks i had a few hours ago, i was mess. i stunk of sweat and smells i couldn't even decifer.

once i was certain there was nothing left, i calmly stood up. out of distress, i threw my high heels to the other end of the bathroom.

"stupid"

a hand ran through my face as i realised my hopeless figure. if my mother saw me like this, she would take her eyes out.

i started running the bath and undressing. iniciating the process, i took off my black shirt, the fabric passing my smudged makeup and falling close to my bare feet. i let a remorseful sigh ran through my blurred red tinted lips, the exaustion of a night badly spent finally weighing on me.

i felt the warm sun shine on my skin, bringing up this rare feeling of peace. i always loved the sun, it was something i enjoyed all my life. it's contradictory to think i waste so many hours of the day to live more through the night.

pushing that thought aside, i took my final piece of clothing – my black lingerie – and left it on top of the lavatory. my clothes were all around as i imagined they would be.

just as i was walking to the now full bath, a knock was heard.

my gaze met with a brown one.

i realised right then, i had left my door open and that the boy i haven't seen in a long time was looking straight at my naked self.

the moment seemed to cease, passing in slow-motion through my mind. his rooming eyes met firstly my legs. despite my sense of self disgust, caused by the strange smells, i understood he had indeed enjoyed the glistening view of my tanned skin. i felt, as in instint, my stomach flexing at the situation, especially when his gaze directed to the prominent valley between my thighs. my slender fingers calmly covered the hard peaks that formed on the end of my breasts.

his eyes widened and he abashly walked away. i could see him take his hand to his face, a surprising rosiness appearing on the surface of his cheeks. his other hand found its way to his muscular torso.

"forgive me"

i finally came back to the moment and away from his embarrassed expression and answered "what are you doing here?"

slipping my long legs into the tub, the hot water contacted slowly with my skin, the tips of my blonde hair darkening once they submersed into the water.

"i heard you vomiting, i have some aspirin"

looking straight ahead at the painted tiles, i allowed my feet touching the cold wall to distract me. the blue lines that adorned it caused a sudden calm to replace the euphoria that coursed through my chest.