Bulletproof

Chapter 9

"No, idiot," the woman snapped. "Its Lane, not that trick-ass two faced bitch,"

You were taken aback at how pissed she was.

Did I have another hallucination or something?

"Maybe," you muttered, shrugging your shoulders. You don't feel like explaining yourself this time. Especially with this flashback.

"Anyways, I wanted to talk to you. About the car ride?" She sounded concerned again.

You both loved it and resented it. She shifted her body around to face you.

"So...you see, here we have therapists that can help you," she put a hand on your shoulder.

"Maybe you want to see one before we start our mission?"

"Hell no!" You shrug her hand off of your mouth. "I'm not seeing a fucking shrink!"

"Why not," said Lane, clasping her hand in her lap, "don't you see what happens every time? You're mixing fantasy with reality."

"No I'm not," you argue, "I'm fine just the way I am."

"It's causing the people you love to get hurt," murmured Lane in a softer voice, "you have to be able to let go. You have to understand."

"No one loves me," you whisper, "and I don't mix fantasy with reality. When I have flashbacks they're not real, but sometimes...sometimes I see things that never happened. Sometimes I see a person. Like Lane. Or Baquir."

You shake, trying to keep the floodgates in.

"They're right there in front of me and I know it's real. It has to be real."

Your voice lowers in volume with every sentence.

"There's no way it isn't."

You could feel Lane's gaze on you. You thought you were being judged, however when you looked into her eyes of judgement, you saw something else.

You saw those same concerned eyes that Lane would give you during your intimate moments; the moments where you couldn't cope and Lane would comfort you.

"Lane..." you whispered and caressed Jersey's cheek.

You felt the tears trail down her cheeks.

"Lane is not my name. It is Jersey." Her voice trembled as she responded to you.

You never saw her act like this. So soft. So vulnerable. She removed your hand from her face gently.

"If you don't want to see a shrink for me, that's fine. But I love you. I don't want to hear you say that no one loves you because that's not true. Now, please move away from the door so I can leave."

You timidly scoot over and she opens and closes the door gently. You immediately tip over and lay on your side.

I love you.

[Flashback]

"I love you." Baquir mutters into your ear as he gently caresses your body.

You gently and softly press your lips to his, not putting in much effort. You just wanted to taste him for once. Your taste buds flooded with your own sweetness that spewed out of you not so long ago.

You shove your tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth, exploring every nook and cranny for any traces of that lingering taste. You wanted that sweet and salty taste of manhood coating your tongue.

The both of you moaned into each other's mouths as lust swept over the two of you. You could feel your blood begin to boil again. Sexual tension filled the air between you two. However, Baquir broke the kiss suddenly, leaving you wanting more. You growled. You didn't want this to ever end.