Charlie's Furies

Prologue pt. 2

There's only one more part left of the teaser prologue after this, so make sure y'all give lots of feedback on this chapter so I'll know if putting up the third part would be good.

So vote and comment please!!!

Previously on Charlie's Furies

It didn't even cross my mind to go find Drake. I forgot about Kelly's frantic worry from just moments before. I let green-eyes take my hand and lead me further into the house. I felt safe while I was with her. A peace I hadn't felt since Ming's death washed over me...

///////////////////////////////////

Trigger Warning: Mentions of rape

-
-
-
-
-

The next day, as the memories came back to me in flashes, I would realize how... off everything was. The whole house had this shimmery glow about it, like something out of a dream.  Drake's fraternity brothers and the handful of girls from Ming's sorority drank from seemingly bottomless red Solo cups and danced feverishly in the living room, pressed tightly together in a writhing mass; the rest of the partygoers did shot after shot in the kitchen, a never ending supply of vodka and tequila flowing freely, poured generously by the mysterious Sisters of House Omega. The Sisters themselves, each as stunningly gorgeous as the last, stood around the party's periphery, laughing easily at the revelry without actually partaking in any of it themselves. All the while, those piercing eyes swept over the party with a calculated, unsettling intensity.

Hindsight, of course, is 20/20. At the time, I was too swept up myself, too enraptured by dreamy green eyes, to notice anything odd.

I wish I could remember her name. Green-eyes. In spite of everything that happened, I still find myself yearning to know more about her. She pulled me into a cozy bench seat in the corner of the kitchen, away from the worst of the noise. She tucked a stray hair behind my ear with long, graceful fingers, and the whole world fell away. She asked me to tell her all about myself. So I did.

I poured my heart out. I told her about what it was like coming out in high school in a small town in the Midwest, and how supportive Ming always was, even when Drake wigged out and didn't talk to me for a month. I told her about my dreams of becoming a songwriter and making a break for the coast, about how that dream died with Ming because I couldn't imagine anybody else singing my songs but her. I told her about all of my hopes and my desires, about my guilt at moving on to live a life that Ming and I had always planned to live together. I told her about my deepest fear: that I don't know who I am without my twin sister, my other half. That maybe without Ming, I'm nothing at all.

Looking back on it, I can't remember what green-eyes actually said to me throughout all of this. She certainly didn't give away anything about herself, who she was, where she came from - not even her name. But I remember this overwhelming sense of comfort, of her telling me, maybe not in so many words, that I was somebody; I was important, I mattered. Even though she didn't - couldn't have - known me, somehow she did, and she loved me. She held me as I laughed and cried, and it felt like she was laughing and crying with me, feeling everything I felt just as deeply.

The next part gets even fuzzier. At some point, green-eyes took my hand and invited me upstairs. Usually this is the part where I lose my cool, especially with a woman so gut-wrenchingly beautiful, but the nerves never came. I felt like I was floating all the way up the stairs, to her room, to the edge of her twin bed. When she finally kissed me and pressed me back into soft sheets, galaxies exploded behind my closed eyes.