Queen Mary

Chapter X

After Sam goes to bed, I continue talking to Bianca, trying to learn everything I can about her. From what she's told me, she's had a rough life, but she's resilient as all hell and pushed through it. Her parents were never married, and they split up before she was even born. For the first 8 years of her lie, she lived with her mom, who later remarried her siblings father. They moved around a lot in Michigan, and for years there wasn't much stability. Her mom tried, but things were just hard. Her step-father (who her mom is no longer married to) was abusive towards her, and occasionally to her mom. When her mother would go to work, he would hit her, yell at her, even keep her up from bed as her mom worked a third shift job. She never told her mom, he threatened her with more abuse if she were to. When she was 8 though, her dad and step-mom, who he married when she was 3, took her mother to court and won custody. Up until this point, she'd really only seen them every other weekend for visitations, and she didn't take the adjustment too well. 

She got into a lot of trouble in school, from vandalizing to skipping school, to fighting and various other things. She started smoking in middle school, getting caught with cigarettes many times. Her step-mom was a trip from what I hear, treating her badly solely based on the fact she was her mom's daughter. After years of living with her dad, she moved back with her mom at the age of 15. After her mom endured several abusive relationships, Bianca stood up and confronted the last one. She said it got really bad and she moved out of her moms and to her grandmas 4 hours downstate. Two days later, her mom followed. She dropped out of high school (and is currently enrolled in a GED program), and started using heroin and meth. She went  on like this for years, and soon enough she was battling addiction. I listen to every word she says, hanging onto every one.

"I've been sober for almost a year, but it's a struggle. But yea, that's pretty much it. My life's a wreck haha,' She finishes. I'm absolutely mesmerized. 

"That's amazing! I couldn't imagine living through all that. I'm really proud of you, most people that struggle with addiction don't make it out. And frankly I'm really happy you did" I tell her, holding her hand. knowing more about her just draws me in more.

"Me too, I have no idea where I'd be without my sobriety." I kiss her softly.

"Hey, do you wanna watch a scary movie with me?" I ask. I figure maybe it'll lighten the mood a little. 

"Hell yea! Whatcha thinkin?" Her eyes get huge, and she smiles big. 

""Honestly I don't really care which movie we watch cause I get to watch it with you." I tell her, her smile widens even more and I smile right back to her. I can't help it, her smile just makes me happy.

"Well, how about A Nightmare on Elm St?" She says excitedly.

"That works for me, I can grab some snacks if you want? We can watch it in my room?" I say, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. She smiles and nods. I make some popcorn and grab cookies and a few cans of sprite, which is usually the only thing that occupies our fridge. We walk upstairs, being quiet as to not wake up Sam. When we get to my room, I turn on my TV and find the movie on HBO. We lay next to each other on my bed and she rests her head on my chest while we eat our snacks and watch the movie. I hold her through the jump scares, well more like she holds me. Despite being a Paranormal investigator, things like jump scares in movies still get me. One of the things I like about this movie is that it has scary scenes as well as comedic ones. Kind of makes the scares a little less scary.

About halfway through the movie, Bianca scoots even closer to me, putting her leg over me which only makes me notice her butt. She's so perfect, and her laying like this makes me want her so bad. I start giving her booty rubs, and she does the little booty wiggle girls do, god she's adorable. She starts tracing her nails along my side and my breath hitches slightly. I feel her giggle slightly under her breath. I use my other hand to play with her hair and pull on it softly. Her body starts moving gently and she lets out a soft moan. Knowing she likes this, I place my hand lightly over her throat, and squeeze a little.

"Colby.." She moans softly, which makes me shudder under her. I lift her chin to look at me and press my lips to hers, pulling her against me. My hands explore her, every inch of her. I learn every curve and spot on her possible. In certain spots, she gasps or moans. Our tongues find each other, and discover our mouths.