Crush Me

Thirty One

Wilson

I'm not staying here. There's no way. Not when I've finally found the one for me. I can't let Mom screw this up. I'm glad she went after Dad, but geeze.... I'd live on the streets before I let Leanne go back to school without me around to stop Jo-Jo.

"You might as well take your jeans off, Leanne. Mom's going to want to see what happened."

Leanne dropped her legs over the side of the bed to stand up.

"Ouch!" She struggled to stand up, and Wilson steadied her when she reached for his hand.

"Do you want some help?"

"I can do it. I'm not wearing underwear." Leanne blushed scarlet when Wilson's mother came back into the room as she spoke.

"Neither am I," Elise said. "Spoils the looks of my butt when I have panty lines."

"Really Mom, too much information." Wilson shook his head.

"Go get some water for Leanne to have with her pain pills. I'll take a look at her bruises. Do you have a skirt you can wear?" Elise asked.

"No, just the sun dress I wore the other day."

Wilson left them with a breath of relief.

The last thing I need is for Mom to see my boner. For a guy who hardly ever got it up except to masturbate every now and then, I'm popping them at the most inopportune times. But what did I expect when Leanne's so sexy I can't help it?

Wilson went to get some ice and decided to check if there was some juice in the fridge. There was a big pitcher of lemonade, and he decided that would be better than plain water. He remembered his Mom made the best with a hint of honey instead of sugar.

Stopping in the bathroom he found the bottle of Advil™ and shook out four before he headed back into Leanne's room. His jeans tightened instantly when he saw her laying with the ice pack wrapped half around her hip. He let out a long low wolf whistle. Leanne rolled over giving him an even better view of her before she sat up and reached for the glass he was carrying.

"Here's your pills. I brought a couple for me too. They're lasting longer for me, but I'm feeling it now," Wilson watched her swallow hers and she handed him the lemonade.

"That's really good. What's your Mom's secret?"

"Honey, but I'm not sure how she makes it. I think she uses a blender, and you have to make sure there are no seeds." He popped two pills in his mouth and chased them down with three huge swallows.

Leanne's phone pinged, and Wilson brought her tote bag to her.

"What is it?"

"Message from Jason Maddison. He's thanking me for telling the cop to call him. Jo-Jo is home with him. She won't be coming back with us," Leanne crawled under the comforter dragging the ice pack underneath it with her. "One of the teachers must have given him my number."

"I guess that's a good thing." He couldn't help sounding a bit resentful.

"It is. I can forgive her. You should too. She's paid dearly for it."

"And you haven't? Sorry, that sounds so nasty. But I hate how much she's hurt you."

"I'm okay though. But I don't blame you for feeling like that"

"Where's Mom?" Wilson changed the subject.

"Getting something for me to wear that won't press on this bruise. She said she had a skirt that should fit me. I'm taller than her but we seem to be about the same size."