Emergence ~ Split

Chapter Twelve

The thought of Casey touching someone else had Dennis growing possessive, but as her wide eyes squinted at the strong memories of the weekend they shared, he knew he would have her forever no matter what. Much like how she had him.

She stood, unable to contain the laugh that echoed around the room. "I remember clearly Dennis." She stated bitterly.

That night three weeks ago was planned to rain, but as the wind swept across the trees, shimmering leaves across the road Casey knew it would end up flawless nonetheless. A perfect night to runaway from.

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Dennis was shivering violently, his hands shaking as he wrapped his arms around his knees bringing them tight in towards his chest. Tears mixed with the warm shower spray above him as he tried to silence the screaming agony that he could hear in the room down at the end of the hall.

The water splashed across his shoulders, burning his skin as he needed to melt away the cold fear that had him shaking to his bones. He ran his hands over his head, shutting his eyes and trying not to let the guilt settle deep within his stomach. He shouldn't have agreed to it. Shouldn't have fallen for the weak helplessness in her brown eyes.

Casey had told him it was okay, it was better than okay. It was going wonderfully, manically so.

Every second night Dennis would be waiting in the carpark behind the chemist, his hands tucked in his jeans as he leaned against the car. The soft click of her heels always warned him when she would near. He pushed off from the bonnet and met her halfway, her hands easily guided across his chest to draw him in for a kiss. Her blonde hair cascading through his fingers as he tilted her head to push deeper against her lips.

Her hands rested at his waist as she smiled up to him, her wide blue eyes lighting up with happiness as he looked away.

Every time he would faintly whisper how much he loved her into her ear, dragging his hands across her body in ways that had her needing him. He had her hooked on the promises he could make her, tracing her skin with assurance. She would speak of similar ideas, staining his skin with her prosy remarks.

Casey felt the same feelings Claire did when Dennis would touch her skin. She would shiver and loose her mind, thoughts spinning wildly. But Casey knew she had Dennis, knowing that Claire was nothing that he wanted. Casey was always there for him to offer up her body and a cheap drink to ease his confidence.

It was easy for Dennis to convince Claire to runaway with him, he told her about the open road. Living without fear of anyone knowing what you had done to yourself back home. Easily she wrote the note and disappeared into the dark night.

Dennis awaited to hear her nervous knocks as he opened the back door, leading her further inside his house. Claire's strong perfume flooded the house, overwhelming Dennis as he watched her move freely, confidence and a breeze flowing through her. She pushed him back to the couch, straddling his thighs as she leaned her body across his to push them into a rough kiss. She was overly excited, her heart swelling at the thought of escaping with Dennis.

"Dance for me." He whispered into her skin, wanting to see her body's fluidity, feel it above him. Meeting her eyes as she gave him a slight smirk before following his orders and slowly peeling off her jacket from her body, letting her hair fall down her back. She smiled at him reaching for his hands to rest them on her swaying hips.

Dennis could see the bully in her, the one Casey always told him about. The insults and remarks that would easily fall from her plush lips. The perfect colour of her skin to the rough drag of her nails over his skin. He could see why Casey hated her.