Just Let Go

Cara

Cara

I ended up spending near on 3 hours at the bastard gym, granted, the majority of that was spent forcefully trying to keep my tongue in my mouth and keep my ovaries from bursting at the hunks of muscles and tattoos that seem to live and die there, but none the less I needed to get home and straighten this shit out with D. Cockstain has hopefully grown a brain instead of balls and left, otherwise I would gladly hold up my threat from earlier.

Turning down our path way, I huddled past our very pissed off looking neighbour, who was shaking at the fact someone had defiled her pretty pretensions plants..good bitch, that will teach you for telling us to turn down Shania Twain, I told her karma would come for her flabby arse.

Dropping my bag in the hallway, I stood silent to hear for any sign of life. Nope, no shouting, no pans clattering, no balls slapping against another body part..clearly fuck face had left.

"Dee babes I'm home? You upstairs?" I called with no answer.. Strange, she said we would do lunch? This bitch better not have stood my up! Turning into the kitchen, I find my best friend cradling her knees to her naked chest rocking back and forward..

"Shit, fuck...D..look at me, I swear to Christ I'm gonna kill that cunt...are you hurt.. DARCY JANE BROOKS LOOK AT ME NOW!".. I ripped off my baggy work out top and covered her freezing shoulders as her stunning eyes fixed on my chocolate ones..

"I'm not hurt out here.." She ran her arms down her legs, then placed her hands tight in her hair, so tight it must have ripped her scalp..

"I'm fucking broken up here Car.." Her tears fell thick and heavy on the top of her tits reminding me she was still half naked for some fucking reason..she needed lighter air, she found that easier to breathe in,

"You really just gonna sit there with them funzookas out making me that envious that I may chop em off and wear them as my own in some Silence of the Lambs shit, or are you gonna get your backside up the fucking stairs and get decent?" Her lips curved up just a fraction, a hint of a smile, but no where near reaching her eyes.

"Well give me a fucking hand up Rocky Balboa.." She was coming back to me.

She turned to leave the kitchen, slightly unsteady on her feet, I smacked her fabulous fucking arse and she got a wiggle on.

I'd give her twenty minutes before I charged upstairs like a one woman stampede, I wish she'd let me do that, but Darcy always tested me and would be down in nineteen minutes on the fucking dot. I threw some of the sprawled utensil weaponry I'd armed myself with earlier back in their respective cupboards then made my way to the living room where bollocks face camped out last night. I found our bin with no bin bag stood in the middle of the room, odd? So moved it back to its corner. After tidying up the sofa I found Darcy's sleep shirt folded neatly on the coffee table with a note on the top addressed to her...so naturally I fucking opened that and read every fucking word..

Darcy

Not sure what happened here this morning but I'd appreciate if we kept this between ourselves and your psychopathic friend. I've taken the bag out like you asked and I've called a garden waste cleaner to save your neighbours flowers. Thanks for letting me not rot in a cell last night. Hope your okay, to work and that tonight, it's a Saturday and it must get busy, so try and be there.

"Professor Pisshead"

I kept my rage contained as I heard Darcy coming down the stairs and shoved the note in my sports bra..I was undecided as to wether i should let her read it or not. I'd see what kind of a state Hudson had left her in. She rounded the corner in workout clothes, so I knew she needed to go and lay a few into the bag before work. This wasn't good, since when had she resorted back to kick boxing? Her eyes had a little more life in them, and her cheeks flushed as I handed her back her night tee..

"Care to explain how this made its way to our coffee table..last time I checked, you slept in a fucking bed?" Her head dropped to look at our Lino, so I stuck my foot in her line of vision and tapped..

"I didn't sleep with him Cara, you know I'm not ready for that..probably not fucking ever, with anyone let alone Hudson....."

I knew where she way going with this, and it was a huge fucking step for her, and in some sick way, I was proud someone got my best friends pussy dripping, but that inner battle she was fighting was going to send her back to shit. She didn't need reassuring from me that this was okay, she needed it from herself.

"As much as I want to know all the juicy details Darcy, which when you're ready to tell I will be calling on that fucking favour, you need to ask yourself if you wanted whatever happened to happen or did you make yourself want it."

I could tell by her eyes, and the way the stared at something behind my head, she wanted whatever happened with Hudson.

I smiled and hugged my Darcy as she came to her realisation, then headed for the stairs to shower I smelt like cats arse. As my foot hit the step, Darcy's voice shook,

"Where do I go from here C?" I looked at her unsure eyes, it was all new to her.

"Well guessing by the way your dressed, you're going to Steeles to hit the bag around. Your head with tell you where to go from there..." I turned around and pulled her round face in my hands and looked right at her..

"One bit of advice babe....stay out of the men's locker room, apparently being a peeping tom is socially frowned upon nowadays.." I winked and left her laughing as I began to pull my sports bra off, the note flittered to my feet,

"He left this for you Dee, and yes of course I fucking read it."

I handed it to her and her wide eyes, and ran up to the confines of the shower, where I could relive the scenes of muscled brutes in the gym from earlier...jeez I really needed a cock that was joined to an actual man as opposed to one that ran on trusted Duracell.