My Love, My Drug, My Release

Chapter 57: Reunion

Smut, ** these will be around it.

Thelma's house had a red brick front, sandwiched between two similar homes, no car parked in front, not even a small lawn. The place wasn't squalid, but the neighborhood felt grey and heavy, twenty-somethings in tight jeans and leather jackets, chainsmoking nearby. Two houses down, someone had hastily patched up a broken window. I wondered if one of those boys threw a rock through it.

"Is your mum at work?" I asked.

"No, she doesn't work."

"Who drives you to school then?" I gestured to the lack of a vehicle.

She raised a straw-colored brow at me. "No one drives me; I take the tube, then I walk."

I swallowed thickly, following her up to the stoop, waiting while she jiggled her key in the lock till the door finally opened. I remembered looking down on Cammie and Rosemary for their entitled attitudes, knowing they came from ridiculous wealth and privilege; maybe that's how Thelma saw me. My dad didn't have as much money as Paul did, but I'd never lived in a house or neighborhood like hers, never considered having to take public transportation to school.

"Mum's asleep on the couch, but don't worry, she won't wake up till later tonight."

Peeking into the dark living room separated from the small kitchen only by a narrow hallway leading to the staircase, I saw an overweight woman snoring loudly on the sofa. "Is she on something?"

"Just the drink- bitters, maybe bourbon." Her voice made it clear she didn't want to discuss it any further, but, even from this distance looking into a dimly lit room, I could see fat, purple track marks on her mother's arms, brownish red splotches on the injection sights. If she wasn't careful, she could get blackened limb rot.

Thelma flicked on her lampstand as we entered her room, illuminating the green on green striped wallpaper and black, shag carpeting. Even with the windows cracked, it was hot and stuffy; I removed my blazer before she even closed the door behind us.

"School sucks, huh?" Thelma said, sitting on her bed.

"Sucks a big one." I shifted from one foot to the other, eyes trailing along a shelf of worn paperbacks to a fluffy, pink miniature bed. "Do you have a dog?"

"Used to have a cat, but she died last year. I'm planning on getting another one though."

"I always wanted a Blue Burmese cat- a boy, so I could name him Dorian." I waited with an expectant smile, but Thelma simply stared at me curiously. "Because Blue Burmese cats have grey fur, so he'd be Dorian the grey cat. Dorian Gray."

She rolled her eyes playfully at my dorkiness, patting the bed beside her, inviting me to sit. "I'm glad you came back with me, I've missed you."

"I thought you hated me."

"I did, but seeing you puke your guts out at Spirit Day made me realize you were suffering as much as me, probably more." 

The past two weeks replayed in my brain, sped up, filling me with condensed shame, and I turned away from Thelma. 

"No," she said, taking my jaw and turning me back to her. "Don't look away; stay with me."

I couldn't keep looking at her like this, her wild, blue eyes canceling out the flood of self-hatred in my brain without kissing her, so I did. As I pressed my lip to hers, I waited, fearing she'd shove me away, but didn't, pulling me closer instead. **I climbed on top of her, my knees pushing her thighs apart, a hand reaching under her skirt to feel the front of her underwear, moisture meeting my fingertips.

Kissing my way down her neck, I removed her panties, throwing them off the bed, replacing my searching fingers with my mouth, tongue trailing from Thelma's clitoris down to her hole, poking my tongue into the wet opening.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she moaned as I swirled my tongue around her clit.

Back and forth, back and forth, the steady rhythm building her pleasure as her back arched off the bed.

"Come up here and kiss me," Thelma commanded. "I want to see your face when I cum."

With a final hard suck on her clit, I climbed back up to nuzzle my nose against her cheek, rubbing hard, fast circles on her pussy, the sound of her fluids slapping together clearly audible. Her mouth opened so wide, I swore she'd unhinged her jaw, a strangled moan escaping her throat. I kept my hand motions the same- even as my wrist cramped- until she slammed her legs closed.**

"Enough, enough," she gasped. "It's too much."

"I'm sorry."

She shook her head, giggling in ecstasy. "Don't be."

We laid in bed for hours, sometimes touching each other, but mostly napping. I hadn't realized how exhausted I'd been, everything at school draining me, especially when you added Paul and Jack and heroin into the mix.

"I'm not going back to St. Peter's," I said. "I don't care if I fail out, I'm not going back."

"Me neither."

I looked up at in surprise. "I didn't realize the bullying had gotten so bad for you as well."

"It hasn't; it's practically nothing compared to what you've gone through." She undid her ponytail, running her fingers through her flaxen hair. "They revoked my scholarship; I couldn't go back if I wanted to."

"I didn't' realize you were there on scholarship."

"Look around you, Lo," Thelma snapped. "Do you think I could afford a school like that?" I didn't respond, ashamed. She sighed, rolling on top of me, kissing my jaw. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Forgive me?"

"Always."

She smiled, kissing the tip of my nose. "What will you do if your parents force you to go back?"

Thinking about it for a moment, I said, "I suppose I'll have to tell Linda."

"Tell Linda what?"

Swallowing thickly, I sat up, Thelma sitting up with me, cradling herself in my lap. If there was anyone I could trust with the truth, it was her. "Paul's been having an affair."

"With who?" 

"Some girl, nobody famous." Not technically a lie.

"Wow, he's such a slimeball." 

I moved her off of me, getting the glass of water I'd brought up after my second orgasm from the dresser, taking a long drink. Yes, Paul was a creep, but I was an adulterer, a harlot. I could never tell Linda about us. She'd kicked Paul out for half a week went he slept with Rosemary; if she found out he'd fucked someone she considered family, it would destroy her. Even if I could stomach ruining Paul's life, I couldn't ruin her and baby Mary's, too.

"If they do try and force me to go back to school, I'll just run away with my brother. He's been staying with our dad in Australia for the past two years."

"Don't you and your dad have problems?"

"No, why would you think that?"

Thelma shrugged. "Biological parents almost always get custody; I figured he must have done something horrible to lose it."

"He worked a lot, didn't do a good job of making us go to school or providing us with a 'stable home environment'. The courts though a mother figure would make sure our needs got met."

"But you haven't seen him in years; why did he lose visitation rights?"

I shook my head slowly, forcing the tears not to fall. "He didn't lose visitation rights, but Linda moved far away, she didn't keep in contact with him. My dad sent presents and stuff, and I think he could have had us over for holidays, he just... didn't want to."

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