Explicit [GirlxGirl - Complete]

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Muttering to myself, I rub the lotion into my burning arms. Over the small bumps on the back of my arms and the sore skin on my elbows, I think about how happy Lianna must be with herself. She might not have been obvious about her enjoyment with that kid, what with his perfect face and his perfect body, but I wasn't blind to the fact that they just might be the perfect couple.

It was like most say. Pretty people get with pretty people. That's just how the world works.

I don't have a lot of time to let myself wallow in my self pity before Mom comes over and sits on the edge of the lawn chair. She has a drink in her hand, sipping on the soda through a plastic straw that she really doesn't need. The hate shields her face from the sun. I narrow my eyes on it.

"Where did you get that?"

She touches the rim of the hate. "This? Carol let me borrow it."

I purse my lips and then rub the lotion in harder. The initial sting on my sun burnt skin fades. As I look out into the pool, I image that I'm not here, but in a far away place where no one else exists.

My eyes still drift towards the place where Lianna and that boy are standing. They're just talking to one another with their hands holding their drinks. Their smiles shine out everyone else. By their body language it is evident they don't want anyone else interrupting them.

I let out a rough sigh and slide further down on the chair.

"Go for a swim, Maya," Mom says as she offers me her drink.

I take it with a light hand. The cold condensation run down my hand. I force myself to look away from the two love birds and to the center of the pool.

"I don't want to." I take a long drink. It's coke mixed with something else, maybe alcohol but I don't feel the need to answer.

Mom is weird in her ways.

"Please."

I curl up on the chair, the drink resting on the edge of the chair. We're going in circles. If we keep going on like this, we are never going to get to the root of our problems. She knows it. I know it. It is all about who is going to be the first one to point it out.

"You can't just beg."

"Please. For me."

My body protests as I stand up. I shove the drink into her hands. She holds it close to her chest and stares up at me with a worried look. I glare down at her and cross my arms.

"Fine. You win." I stomp off towards the ladder. "It's just a fucking swim."

I say it over my shoulder just loud enough for her to catch. A few people send us curious glances, but I'm past the point of caring what anyone might think.

I pinch the bridge of my nose.

The water looks inviting. It laps against the edge as if it were calling for me. I look at the ladder, contemplating whether I should take the safer route.

But it's as if I feel someone's hand on the back of my shoulder blades.

My feet stumble.

I'm airborne, falling face first into the pool with my hand over my nose.

I close my eyes. The water hits my face and the initial impact feels like I'm burned with acid. The sting fades into something more tolerable. I open my mouth for a breath. The moment I part my lips I regret it.

The water scorches down my throat. Invisible weights appear on my legs and my arms. They pull me down until I feel the bottom of the pool meet my feet. I don't know how I got here. The minutes leading up to this point drift away from my mind. Through the fleeting thoughts, I can only think that this must be the most beautiful way to die.