Our Wild Spirits

Chapter 8: Erasing The Sins

The water hit my skin, Tom rubbing some of St. Ives oatmeal and shea butter soap into my back. I laid against him, letting his fingers combed through my hair. "You're so beautiful," he whispered in my ear, caressing my neck. I rest my chin on his shoulder, closing my eyes as he stroked the curve of my butt.
"Can you keep me safe?" I asked, my words muffled by his skin.
"Absolutely until the day we die," he promised. He picked me up, pressing me against the shower wall, the water pouring over our naked bodies. I fondled his head as he nursed each breast, kissing the taut nipples and sucking at the puckered areolas. "Make love to me, Tom," I begged. He ceased his erotic suckling and put me down on my feet, kissing my forehead. I fingered the gap between his teeth and played at his lips.
He placed me on the shower floor, hugging me tight.
"Carrlee's gonna pick me up to hang out with her tomorrow," I said.
"Keep an eye out for your dad; you never know where he might pop up," he cautioned.
"Thanks for the warning."

Carrlee had her brown hair tied in a messy ponytail, her sparse bangs sweeping across her forehead and blew them out of her beryl eyes.
"Your dad can honestly suck a bag of dicks," she said, guzzling her vanilla-chocolate cappuccino.
"Let's have a quiz, shall we? Question number one: which one do you prefer: tea or that scum you call coffee?"
"Coffee most definitely. Always perks me up in da mornin'," she answered.
"How 'bout you?"
"Tea. I can't see how most people drink that brown sludge," I said, rolling my eyes.
"You have to have an acquired taste for it."
"Every time I wake up, I smell strong beans coming from the kitchen."
"Can you show me the marks please? Just to make sure nothing's broken."
We got up and both went to the bathroom together. Luckily no one was in there, so I rolled up my sleeves and pulled up the back of my shirt.
"Lord Jesus Christ!" she quietly exclaimed, touching the bruises.
"You think Tom did this?"
"Hell, no, girl. Definitely and obviously your monkey-shit-faced dad," she replied.
"Speaking of Tom, how is he? He treating you good?"
"Yes, especially last night 'cause something bad happened."
"What was it?"
"Don't get emotional or anything, but...I lost a baby and I didn't even know I was pregnant."
She covered her gaping mouth.
"I swear I'll hunt your motherfucking bitch-ass dad and I'll"-
"It wasn't my dad's. It was Tom's."
She threw her arms about me, saying, "I'm so sorry, Emily."
"I was close ending my own life yesterday because of it," I add.
"Do something happy. Killing yourself is a big no-no."
"What exactly is a happy thing to do?"
"Well, has Tom been planning of the both of y'all to go anywhere?"
"You mean like this weekend? We're going to Virginia Beach."
"Yeah! Maybe that should help you. Put on a big ol' grin on that kawaii face of yours!"
A note on Carrlee: a huge anime fangirl.
"I'll try."
"Don't try; actually do it," she assures.