Corey Mulligan, The Heart Thief - A Short Story

XI

It has been two months since Corey suggested that they move out, and finally, the couple are transferring their belongings into a sparsely furnished single bedroom flat in which they want to spend as long as they can in, unless of course they decide to get a bigger place, obviously, which they hopefully will at some point in the future.

"This place has such a nice view! You two are going to have such a great time here, you know."

She and Karen had packed up her few belongings, before Madison's friend decided to help them out and go to the apartment with them to unpack. The girls are now getting ever so slightly emotional, having shared a room for months and become very close friends in that time. They will still go out clubbing together, but there won't be the same close proximity as there has been until now.

"I know right? Corey's so lucky he found this place when he did or we wouldn't have got it!"

The girl muzzles herself against her boyfriend's neck, inhaling his scent, feeling the brush of his soft hair and jumper against his skin. She smiles widely. She doesn't need a dad. She doesn't need a mother, prostitute or not. She doesn't need money. She has Corey- that's enough for her. Karen quickly dismisses herself and heads home when the couple start getting more heated, Corey pulling Madison in to him for a passionate kiss.

"Ugh... I love you so much... you want to, you know, make use of the bed?"

Corey glances suggestively at her, but she leans away and flops onto the sofa, completing that she is tired. Corey, however, doesn't easily give in. He descends towards her and grabs her by the wrist, slamming his lips to her neck, and moving rapidly downwards, all the while pulling at the waistband of her jeans. Finally, the girl gives up twisting away from her boyfriend.

The last thing she can remember is him slamming her against their bedroom wall. All the rest, as they say, is history.