mermaid 》 alemanda ✔

chapter eight.

alesha

Azuka and I had a fight the night before and he had threatened to break up if we fought again. I was scared that he was going to go through with it, especially if he saw me crying. He hated it whenever I cried and we always ended up fighting about it if I did and then the cycle would resume. It wasn't an abusive relationship, Azuka never laid a hand on me to hit me unless I asked him to do it while we were shagging.

But he never hit me outside of the bedroom when we fought. It wasn't in his nature to hit me or abuse me with words but he did threaten to break up each time we fought. We had been fighting more this school year than ever because we were spending more time with each other. Every little thing I did would get on his nerves, even if it was something that I always did and he would force me to do it his way.

Our relationship had become toxic but I stayed in it. I knew that Azuka loved me, even if he didn't say it to me but I was sure about it. He wouldn't stay with me if he didn't love me. We didn't have the best relationship but then again, I didn't really know what a healthy relationship looked like. My birth father had abused my mother physically when I was younger and he would hit me if I tried to intervene with it.

They divorced because of it and my mother decided not to date again. I had flings with boys in school and I would have sex frequently with them. I would be called slut often by other girls, especially after the amputation had been done. In university, I would have one night stands with women and men until I met Azuka.

We had been together for two years and we had rented a flat together, starting on our first anniversary. I stopped having sex with other people after Azuka asked me to be his girlfriend. We didn't talk about the future together, which made me wonder if we did have a future as a couple.

It wasn't that bad. I didn't dread going home at the end of the school day after drama club practice for Matilda, it was exactly the opposite. Azuka had changed his schedule for the dance studio and he would be home now whenever I got home. We would have dinner together, watch a show together, and go to bed and have sex. Our shagging was somewhat passionate.

He would caress my body but he wouldn't touch my legs, especially my left leg. He was scared of it and I couldn't figure out why. He would kiss my body a little to get me sort of ready and he would thrust into me, even if I wasn't ready for it yet. He would make me scream his name on a nightly basis and the orgasms I got from it were good.

"Azuka, I'm home!" I called out, dropping my bag on the couch in the living room.

"I'm in the kitchen, babe!" This was his standard response whenever I came home. He would always be making dinner. "Dinner's done and I've already ate."

I went into the kitchen and I found a plate of food waiting for me in the oven to keep warm. "I'm gonna head to bed. I had a tiring day at the studio."

"Alright. I'll be in bed with you in, maybe, an hour, give or take," I replied. I pulled the plate out of the oven and ate while Azuka got ready for bed. I ate quickly and I got ready for bed myself, slipping into bed, not even an hour later after Azuka got in.

He opened his eyes as I got in and he spooned me, his hand moving towards my breast. He cupped my breast with his hand, toying with the nipple. It made my back arch and I let out a hum of pleasure.

He took my pyjama shirt off and both of his hands went to my breasts. He continued to play with my nipples and he sucked them. He got himself undressed and undressed me the rest of the way.

"You ready, babe?" He opened my legs so we would be in missionary position and he thrusted into me before I could answer or was ready for it, and I moaned in pain.

amanda

I went through the script and I highlighted the cues for the actors and made notes about what the theatre tech club would have to do during the cues. It was a long process so I sat in bed doing it. I glanced at the time on my clock and it was starting to get late but I still had half the script to do and I still needed to get ready for bed.

I set the script so the spine was facing up to keep my place and I took my hair down from the messy bun it had been in. I went into the bathroom and I turned the shower on. I grabbed a fresh towel from the linen closet and hung it on the peg by the shower. The water was almost warm enough for me to get in so I took my allergy medicine and got into the shower.

I stood in the warm water for a minute, my body heating up from the water. I washed myself, washing the blood from in between my legs. My period had started the day before and today had been my heavy day so I had worn a pad instead of a tampon.

Periods were useless to me as a lesbian. I couldn't conceive a child naturally because there was no penis involved in lesbian relationships so a uterus was almost useless to me. I did want to have kids one day before I got too old to be a mum but I wanted to be married before I did. I didn't want to be a single mum as I would need so much help the first year of the child's life.

It would be easier to have a child if I got married to someone. I did want to marry someone, Alesha, but she was straight. It was the school year now so I couldn't be able to have one night stands because of grading on the weekends.

I washed the rest of my body and I washed my hair, rinsing it out in the water. My hands ran down my body, running over the divets of my hips and over the curve of my arse. My body was alright but I didn't like how curvy I was. My hips were too large for someone of my height and my breasts were too small to balance out my hips for my body.

My breasts were average size though. I did wish that they were bigger to balance out my body. I wasn't that comfortable with my body but I had to live with it. If I had sex with someone and they were constantly touching my body, it would make me feel good about myself for a couple of days until the next one night stand.

Cheryl, my girlfriend in uni had been able to do that for me. She had constantly made me feel confident about my body and when we broke up, I started to see the faults of my body and the most important fault of my body that I couldn't change, my face.

I stood still in the warm water for another minute and I shut it off, shivering when I opened the shower curtain as the cold air hit my body. I dried myself off quickly with the towel and went back into my bedroom.

I got dressed into my favourite pair of pyjamas, a pair of rabbit footie pyjamas that I had bought for myself last winter. I pulled the hood over my head so the ears of the pyjamas flopped over my face. I shoved the ears out of my face and climbed into bed.

I picked the script back up and I picked the highlighter back up. I turned to the next page of the script and began to scan for stage cues and actor cues, making notes where needed.

I set my alarm for the next day on my phone and I set my phone on my nightstand, next to the dildo that I had used the night before to masturbate after thinking naughty daydreams about Alesha.

The daydreams had increased in frequency after the script reading for Matilda and they always happened when I was at home or I was in the car going home from a drama club meeting. I set the script on the nightstand, the page that I was on tabbed for the next day and set the highlighter on it.

I closed my eyes and attempted to sleep as I listened to the couple that lived in the flat next to me, Alan and his husband Matt, shag.

[] hey guys. Some interesting revelations here. Azuka is raping Alesha and she hasn't realized it yet. What do you think is going to happen next and what did you love about this chapter? Bye until the next chapter!