Releasing Inhibitions

6

The drive home was spent arguing. Janee and Alana were going back and forth with each other. Janee was mad over the fact that she felt Alana put me in danger. Despite the fact I felt like I could still handle myself my body tensed at the word danger. The fuck did she mean danger? "How dare you give her away to Justin, of all people, Alana. You know how he's sadistic as fuck," Janee spat. "I didn't think he was really gonna do anything too extreme, Janee," Alana tried to protest. "What the fuck did you give her to him for anyways? For punishment, right?" Janee glared at her girlfriend. "He thought she was being defiant and he was gon-" "FUCKING PUNISH HER. LIKE I SAID," Janee screamed. "Did he fucking hurt you, Chanel?" Janee looked back at me, concern was written all over her face. "No.. I'm fine. He just spanked me a bit," I admitted. I felt like a child in the back seat watching their parents argue over something you did. When we arrived to our apartment building I rushed inside, leaving my best friend and her girlfriend arguing. 

I burst through my front door and locked it behind me. The act was futile considering Janee had the key. I just needed some alone time considering my thoughts were scattered all over the place. I was still in disbelief over what Justin did to me. I shook my head and headed for the bathroom to take a much needed hot shower. I stripped my clothes off and jumped in the shower, letting every muscle that tensed relax under the hot spray. I quickly washed up and headed for my bedroom with my favorite purple towel clinging to my body. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out an oversized t-shirt and pulled it on. I glanced over at the clock on my bed that read 3:15 AM as a groan escaped my lips.  The mental math I did in my head concluded I'd only get about 3 hours and 45 minutes of sleep. I face planted the bed already feeling the annoyance I'd feel when I wake up. Lifting my head, I reached over to my nightstand to flick like light off when my phone caught my attention. I should put it on the charger just in case, I thought as I grabbed the charger that hung over my nightstand and plugged it into the phone. My screen lit up and I saw I had a new text message. I didn't recognize the number, but the text told me who it was. 'When can I see you again, Babygirl?' I set my phone down and rolled over on my side allowing my eyelids to close. I just prayed I didn't have any dreams about him, let alone wet dreams. The next morning I woke up ready to murder whatever was disturbing my peace. I hesitantly fluttered my eyes open to see my alarm clock flashing and ringing. Without a second thought, I grabbed the alarm clock and chucked it out of my room. I rolled out of bed and followed my morning routine which consisted of wasting my face, brushing my teeth, and deciding what I was gonna wear. I settled on a simple pair of jeans, a hoodie, and some flip-flops. After I got dressed I looked toward where my alarm clock was to check what time it was. 

"shiiiiiiit," I mumbled to myself. I'd have to find  where I chucked the annoying alarm clock once I got back. Walking over to my nightstand I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was only 7:28 AM. I had enough time to pull my kinky hair up into a ponytail and get the fuck outta here. I pulled my hair up into a simple bun and grabbed my messenger bag, throwing everything I needed inside. "Chanelllll, where are you?" I slung my messenger bag over my shoulder and exited my bedroom to see Janee standing at my front door. "What the fuck are you even doing up? You don't have work or classes today?" "I don't. But I was a hoping to give you a ride to school. My eyes narrowed in suspect. This bitch had something up her sleeve. "I mean, I could drive myself, but if you wanna save me gas.... Sure." We didn't live too far from the NYU college, but traffic around this time made it feel like we lived a whole state away from the college we both attended. It's funny 'cause when we both found out we got accepted into the same college, we agreed on finding somewhere close. We definitely didn't wanna live on campus. I didn't want to live on campus and risk the chance of being forced to room with someone I'd probably end up trying to murder in their sleep. 

Luckily Janees' mother got into the landlord business and ended up renting to us both. Janee and I lived here for free. It was silent in the car as Janee drove. I knew she wanted to talk, but the anticipation was building up and I couldn't take it anymore. "Bitch, spill the fucking beans," I nearly shouted. Janee giggle snorted and I couldn't help but laugh with her. "Okay seriously.. Are you okay?" Janees' brown, almond shaped eyes darted from the road to me for a moment before returning to the road. "I'm okay. I promise. I.." I paused trying to gather the indescribable feeling my body felt. "I don't know how to explain it. I thought my ass was drunk. Let's just put it that way." Janee laughed softly to herself. "Did you have fun?" "Seeing my bitch become a badass fire dancing bitch? Yes. With Anal.. I mean Alana? No. It was weird. Justin seemed to be mad at her." My gaze focused out the window at the familiar path we took to get to school. "He was. You're not a pet, nor a sub for that matter. Or at least we don't know. She handed him the leash and gave him control. Control is something very important in the BDSM community. She was in the wrong for that." Janees' perfect eyebrows furrowed as if she was still mad about the situation. "So why was I dressed like a pet?" "We could only get you in as a pet. Pets usually get free trials before signing up. But there's a whole set of rules you have to follow. Or" "Get punished?" I chimed in. Janee nodded as she pulled into the long winding road that lead to the main campus building.