Sonia
The sudden rush of cold air brushed over my bare skin, rousing me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the dim glow of early morning sunlight slipping through the beige curtains. The small dorm room was cluttered, with clothes strewn across the chair in the corner and MJ's textbooks haphazardly stacked on the wooden desk.
“What the fuck?!” a voice screamed, cutting through the stillness. I jolted, my heart pounding, and turned to see Martha standing frozen at the door, her eyes wide as she stared at the naked tangle of limbs on the bed.
MJ was already pulling the navy-blue blanket over us, her brows furrowed in irritation. The pale light from the bedside lamp illuminated her face, her sharp jawline tense with frustration.
“What are you doing here? And how did you get in?” MJ demanded, her voice edged with disbelief.
“So the stupid, disgusting voices I heard last night were coming from you two?” Martha hissed, her tone dripping with disgust as she folded her arms.
“Who else would they be from?” MJ replied nonchalantly, her expression unreadable.
“You’re actually sleeping with this…” Martha’s hand shot out, gesturing toward me with a disdainful up-and-down motion.
“Don’t,” MJ warned, her voice low and dangerous, cutting Martha off before she could spew more venom.
Martha’s face crumpled for a moment, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She looked utterly out of place in the chaos of our room, her pristine white blouse a stark contrast to the mess around her. “I can’t believe you,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
MJ sat up straighter, the blanket slipping slightly to reveal the tattoos decorating her shoulder bone. “How the fuck did you get in here?” she asked, her tone sharp and biting.
“Since you two were so busy screwing, you forgot to lock your door,” Martha retorted. “And here I am, welcomed by this sight.” Her gaze flicked over us again, and for a moment, her bravado cracked under the weight of her emotions.
MJ sighed heavily, raking a hand through her already disheveled hair. “What do you want, Martha?”
Martha’s lips trembled before she blurted, “You. I want you.”
I choked on my breath, my eyes widening as I looked between the two of them. Despite suspecting Martha’s feelings for MJ, I hadn’t expected her to say it outright.
MJ’s eyes briefly darted to mine before settling back on Martha. “What the fuck do you mean?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief.
“I mean I’ve always wanted you,” Martha said, stepping further into the room. The morning light streaming through the window highlighted the desperate hope etched across her face. “But you’re too engrossed in everyone else to notice me.”
“Martha…” MJ started, shaking her head.
“No,” Martha interrupted, her voice rising. “You never see me. I don’t want to be your fucking ‘bro.’ I fucking love you!”
The words hung heavily in the air, the tension thick and suffocating.
MJ blinked, momentarily stunned. “Martha, I don’t see you like that,” she said finally, her voice quieter now. “You’re like my bro—”
“I don’t want to be your bro!” Martha shouted. “They don’t love you the way I do. They love you for the game, the beauty, the money—”
“Sonia doesn’t,” MJ cut in firmly, her gaze locking on Martha.
Martha scoffed, her lips curling in disbelief. “Oh, please. I know you better than anyone. I know every side of you—the beautiful and the ugly.”
“No, you don’t,” MJ said, her voice steady.
Martha's face twisted in frustration as she sat on my bed, her eyes now boring into mine. “Do you think you’ll still love her once you find out who you really are?”
My body went stiff, the weight of the past threatening to pull me under.
“She already knows who I am,” MJ said, though her voice wavered slightly.
“Oh, please,” Martha sneered. “You never let anyone in.”
MJ clenched her jaw, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the blanket. “Because no one deserves to know me,” she whispered.
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Did she mean… even me?
“Because you’re a coward,” Martha spat.
“I am not a coward,” MJ snapped, her voice rising. “And if you hurl one more insult at me, any respect I have for you will vanish.”
“I don’t want your stupid respect!” Martha shouted, her voice breaking. “I want your love.”
MJ scoffed, shaking her head. “My love is only for Sonia,” she said firmly, her voice like steel.
Martha’s shoulders slumped as if the weight of rejection finally hit her. “You said you could never love anyone,” she murmured, her voice trembling.
“Not anymore,” MJ replied, her gaze softening as it shifted to me.
Martha’s face twisted with anguish as she stood abruptly. “She’ll leave you,” she hissed. “She’ll leave you once she finds out how messed up you really are.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, my voice breaking the silence.
Martha smirked, her tears falling freely now. “Your brother, MJ—”
“Get out!” MJ roared, cutting her off as she leapt from the bed. She grabbed Martha by the arm and shoved her toward the door.
“You’ll regret this,” Martha mumbled as she stumbled into the hallway, her sobs echoing down the corridor.
The door slammed shut, and the room fell into a tense silence. MJ stood in the center of the room, her naked body glowing in the soft light filtering through the curtains. Her tattoos seemed darker in the muted light, a stark contrast to her smooth, sun-kissed skin.
I moved toward her, wrapping my arms around her waist. Her body was tense, the stress evident in the taut muscles of her back. “Are you okay?” I whispered, my cheek pressed against her.
She didn’t answer immediately, instead pulling away and grabbing a pair of shorts. “I’m going to shower,” she said curtly before throwing some shorts on and grabbing her toiletries.
Ugh, can't I get a break?
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