My Story.

Make Yourself At Home Love.

Once Alan had fucked off I turned to Kerry. I had hoped to see her smiling back at me. Unfortunately she wasn't. She was looking rather poorly again if I'm honest.

She bolted in the direction of the toilet again even faster than before. I followed her. This time she didn't lock the door. I walked in to see her on her knees. Heaving her guts up. I lent against the hand basin and pondered the question I wanted to ask while I waited for her to finish. She looked embarrassed to see me standing there. I desperately wanted to hold her. She quietly washed and dried her hands and face. She glanced up at me briefly before staring at the floor again. I broke the silence.

"Is there anything else you want to talk about?"

Her reply wasn't convincing so I tried a different angle.

"Okay love but can I ask you another question?" She nodded. OK so far so good.

"How old are you sweetheart?"

"Nearly 18" Phew!! She's legal...I'm not a pervert. I haven't been dreaming about having sex with a child.

"Okay.... Ummm... Kerry...." Deep breathes Jones.. Keep it calm.

"Are you pregnant?"

She screamed no and burst into tears.

I sighed with relief. Then realised I'd upset her anyway.. Fucking dickhead Jones.

I dashed over to her cursing myself inwardly. I held her close to my chest and gently ran my fingers through her hair (even that caused me to hold my breath. It felt so right). I apologised for asking her and explained the reasons why I did. I was careful not to use the 'R' word. She told me between her sobs that he screamed because he thought that I had taken something he wanted..????

I dried her eyes on my sleeve while I thought about this statement.. I noticed how beautiful her eyes were. I felt like she was staring into my soul... Oh my god.. Surely she wasn't saying what I think she was... Wow.. If she was then she was a very rare girl indeed...I had to ask.

"Kerry love.... Are you... A virgin?"

She immediately charged back into the cubicle. Yet again I'd upset her. I tried to hold back the tears that threatened to escape and knelt down behind her. I scooped her hair back off her face and held it out of the way for her. She continued to wretch. I didn't know what to say so I rubbed her back. I was alarmed to feel her spine but the worst thing of all was that she flinched and gasped. Almost as if I had dragged a knife across her back. Was she that badly treated that the even the slightest touch from a man would make her react this way or worse.. did she have broken ribs or something? Either way I stopped rubbing but kept hold of her hair.

I waited once more for her to calm down before I pressed the issue again. This time she told me that she was bulimic, had been since she was a child. That explained the earlier sickness but not this episode. I pointed out that Alan was gone and she was safe now. It wasn't until she reminded me that her clothes were at his house that I realised we hadn't thought of that....yeah nice one Jones how are you gonna sort out the mess you've created this time?

I decided that seeing as I had created this mess it was only right that I sorted it out. I told her that Joe and myself would go with her and collect her clothes. To see her smile was a joy. I had a feeling that it was a rare occurence so I was delighted to have been able to make her smile despite her current situation. Once she had calmed down we went back to the other room. I took Joe to one side and told him that her clothes were at Alans and that I had said we would take her to fetch them. He asked about her screaming and I explained that I had asked the P question and upset her. When he asked if she was I said she definately wasn't but Alan had planned to change all that. I then decided to make a phone call. I needed to ask for some advice.