spoken word. (gxg)

thirty.

thirty.

I was currently, head buried in June's lap, sans my seat belt, pretending to be asleep. Why? Because I was nosy. Now that June and Tyler thought I was asleep, they were free to speak to each other how they wished.

I had thought that their relationship had taken a nosedive, but boy was I wrong. The superficial fighting act they always put on in front of others seemed to melt away when they thought they were alone, and they were honestly quite sweet to each other.

"Thank you for helping me," June said quietly, presumably so she didn't wake me up. Tyler sighed from the front seat.

"You know, I like her too," he replied evenly.

"Yeah, right," June shot back, "you always talk about how Mia is a 'vulnerability'." I knew he thought that, but it still hurt to hear out loud.

"I'm sorry, I know she's important to you."

"She is," June's voice was soft, her hand moving to stroke my hair. "I wish she was important to you, too."

"You know that she is, jay-jay. How could I not love my little sister's girlfriend? You two are so nauseatingly cute." June's laugh, small, seemed nostalgiac. Hearing it gave me the impression of the little girl she must have been before.

I wanted to eavesdrop more, but the slight rocking of the truck mixed with June's comforting touch and the remnants of the drug eased me into the darkness.

"Mom?" I asked, aloud, my voice echoing in the frigid pitch black around me. "Mom? I can't... I can't see-- I--"

A figure appeared, back facing me, long hair reminiscent of my mother's. I reached out.

"Mom?" They turned, and the face of the man claiming to be June's father stared back at me.

"Your voice is just as beautiful as the rest of you," he told me, before grasping my face and pressing cold lips against mine.

I awoke with a scream, one I hadn't been able to utter in my dream. Asshole's real name, the one he had whispered to me days ago, was on my lips as I sat up, heaving. Henry.

"Mia?" June's worried voice hit my ears, and I turned to where it came from. She stood quickly from where she had been sleeping on the floor.

"Why're you on the floor?" I asked her groggy. She squinted at me as I patted the space next to me.

"What happened?" She asked.

"Come," I gestured beside me again. The bed was more than big enough for both of us. Slowly, she sat next to me, over the covers. I frowned, it wasn't exactly what I wanted, but didn't push.

"Mia?" She asked again, expectantly. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face into her shoulder.

"Nightmare," I mumbled. Silently, she returned my embrace. I was thankful that she didn't dig, unsure whether I wanted her to know. Hey June, your real father kissed me the other day. Also, he wants me to be his sex slave. Not ideal.

It was weird how content I felt. Just hours before I had been caged like an animal, fearing for my very life, and yet now I sat peacefully next to my... girlfriend? She hadn't denied it when Tyler had called me her girlfriend.