My lips touch his again and it's a lot more rough. I know we both need this, we both crave the others touch. It's intoxicating. He pushes the straps of my dress down to my hips and he reaches out and palms my breasts in both his hands.
A small moan...
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I'm not sure when the downward spiral happened. It was just... there.
I was sick of looking for a job. I was sick of trying to get my life on track. The more drugs I took, the more normal I felt. The more I felt as though I belonged somewhere. God knows I don't belong in this shitty little town.
I haven't managed to go home, yet. Even as I walked up the sreet, I was fucking terrified. Going back there would just bring up all those memories that I spent two years supressing and burying, and I wasn't ready for that.
But, I had to see my parents. I hadn't lost touch with them, but I missed home. Even though whenever I close my eyes, I see my brother on that road. His lifeless body as I clung to him. That damned letter. I wonder what happened to it.
The closer I got to the road outside my house, the more my throat closed up and those walls shot up. The more I wanted to turn and run away from the danger. Cars sped up and down the street, but all I could hear was the sound of a car colliding with my brother, ending his life.
I froze, my eyes squeezing shut. I thought I was over it. God, I thought grieving my brother was over. Just thinking about it sends a shiver through my body and I'm instantly reminded that I witnessed it all. I witnessed my brother die and even though it's been two years, there's not a day that goes by where I don't repeat it in my head.
Releasing a shaky breath, I take a another small step towards my nightmares, forcing myself forward. There's a reason I haven't stepped foot in my childhood house or town in two years, and only a small part of that had to do with Aria. Most of it was because of the little brother I lost. The little brother who made his imprint on my world and that house it part of it. This street is a part of it. Aria is also a part of it because she's my world and Aiden was her friend.
It took me a while, but I finally got to the gates of my house. My chest hurt and I could feel a headache coming on, but I powered through, already accepting that this day would end with me high as hell.
My parents house stared across at me. Licking my lips, I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my jacket and took the dreaded walk over to the front door.
I hadn't asked if my parents were home before showing up on the hope that they weren't and I could run straight to the pub. But, the light was on and I knew one of my parents were in.
Swallowing the large lump in my throat, I released a heavy breath and lifted my fist and knocked on the door.
It only took a minute for my mother to open the door, her jaw dropping when she sees me standing opposite her. "Jacob!" She exclaimed, the shock evident on her face. "You're here!" She leaped forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me.
I released a relieved breath and hugged her back, stroking my fingers through her dark hair. "I wanted to surprise you."
"I didn't know you were back in town." She sniffled, pulling me into the house and through into the living room. I cleared my throat, rubbing the tip of my nose. I'm not sure how my parents will react to what I have to tell them, but I can only hope they find it in themselves to forgive and understand my relationship with Aria. It's all I can ask for.
