Cut the Deck (Lesbian Story)

Wearing Your Own Vomit

I confirmed with Nyla that I was going out with Lip, she was completely aware. I glance at myself in the huge mirror. Making sure my hair is perfect. I wander should I dye it or not. Maybe all pink, I don't know, I've been in a pink phase.

"Can we go now, you're hair is fucking perfect," Lip complains outside my door. I have been dragging, but it's because I really don't want to go , but I promised Lip. I don't know why I keep doing it. He only takes my kindness for granted.

"Yeah, sure okay." I rush. Grabbing my cell and storming out.

"Lets go fucker. I have to remind you of the rules that you obviously don't follow..."

"Ugh, not this shit," he groans out as he prepares his self.

"No drunk bullshit tonight, 1-2 drinks Lip, that's it. No ecstasy! No coke, fucker! No acid, no shrooms! Just marijuana! I told you that shit is bad for you." He shakes his head, ignoring me as always. I stop in my tracks and turn to him. He halts in front of me. I point in his face.

"I'm serious motherfucker, this is your last strike with me. You get us into some dumbshit tonight, I'm cutting you off as a friend! We all know you need serious help, except you, but I'm not forcing it. We go out tonight to party—"

"How do you expect me to party if I don't have my party essentials!?" He complains.

"I'm serious Lip," he groans and nods.

"Yeah yeah yeah," he mumbles.

I don't know how it happened, but I'm pulling some guy off a very high and intoxicated Lip. Lip quickly bounces back up, his lip spilt open and the side of his eye pouring with blood. He chuckles and flips the guy off.

"What-y-you're mad cause you're girlfriends was ready—ready to suck me off?" He chuckles, the guy launches to hit Lip again, but I kick him in the stomach quick. He flies back into the crowd. Holy fuck I don't feel like doing this tonight. I try to get Lip out of the crowd, but hands latch onto my shoulder, spinning me around and a fist of knuckles connects with the side of my face. Taking me by surprise and most likely giving me whiplash and a concussion. Ouch that hurts.

"She's a fucking girl asshole," some drunken girl yells as she leaps into the guy that punched me, back. Her and her friends begin to jump the 6 ft guy. I quickly grab Lip and race out. I just need to get him the fuck away from this club, he pissed these guys off pretty badly, and he obviously can't defend himself, leaving me to isolate us from this situation.

I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings as I should, and I guess the guy had friends with him because as the valet is pulling up with my car, someone takes a brick and fling it at my windshield.

"What the fucccckkkkk!" I yell as the class pieces scatter everywhere, a piece hitting me dead in the eye and slicing my cheek. MY FUCKING FACE! I grunt out loudly, why does things keep happing to my face! Fuccckkk. Jest rest against the car as I take the brick and fling it at the guy who threw it!

"You fucking dumbass, you know this is a fucking 70,000 dollar car! Are you retarded." I yell angrily. I could practically strangle the snot out of him. I want to punch him in the fucking mouth, but I control myself. I obviously can't take on this guy myself, because, well I'm a girl, but times like this I wish I was. I spit on him.

"Shut up you fucking bitch! What, you guys think cause you have a lil bit of fame and money you can act rude and assholic, you're friend was a complete dick and needs his ass beat again!" He rants.

"Suck my dick!" Lip yells. The cops quickly pull up. I didn't even see the lights, because my vision is blurred from the glass fragments that hit my right eye. Plus it's swelling and throbbing from the punch. I quickly put Lip in the passenger and race to the drivers seat. I can't even be seen or involved in this mess, I'm on probabtion. This can really affect my career and case.

I arrive at my home, pissed and still in shock a bit because my eye is throbbing. I know it's swollen and looks horrible, makeup itself isn't going to cover it. I quickly get out. I glance at the windshield. It's going to cost a lot to get this fixed. Especially since this is a high end car. I shake my head. I can hear Lip practically puking up his guts, in my car. I just know it's everywhere, its always is. I open the door and yank him out.

"We're going back home soon! And when we get there, you're getting fucking help! You're getting admitted into a rehab facility!" I grunt out as I shove him towards the door.

"I don't need fucking help! Why did we leave the club?" He groans out.

"Because look at you dude, you're wearing your own vomit. You broke all the rules yet again. I'm tired Lip, I'm tired of our friendship! This happens every single time we try to have fun. You have a serious addiction dude and you need help!" I rant.

"I l-I don't need-need anything! Okay Deck, I need nothing from you. You always make it seem as if I'm using you or using your fame and money! I'm not okay, I do pretty well by myself, I'll soon be getting sponsored for Calvin Klein and more, j-just wait and fucking see."

"Stop always fucking shaming me, you don't know what I've been through, okay! I wasn't spoon fucking fed like you, I had to climb my way to the top and to do that I had to do and go through tragic shit! So I'm sorry if I use drugs and alcohol as a way to cope! I don't need help, I need sanity! And that's what this gives me."

"Don't throw that bullshit in my face! I know you're background, yes it was pretty hard for you, and you're fucking right I can't relate, but I do try to be a friend to you, that's all I've done for years is be a friend. Reminding you that you have a fucking son to care for, you ignore that because you're too big headed, and self absorbed! You left you're kid to come here with me. You're irresponsible dude and you don't see what you do affects others."

"Fuck you Deck, you aren't perfect either, what you think because you get a girlfriend and "try" to become a better person that things are alright? Don't make me pull out skeletons in your fucking closet. Fucking hypocrite," and with that, he wanders off. Slamming his door in the process. I drag my body to my room. Removing my stained blouse and slipping on a white t-shirt. I ruffle my hair and call my princess, I need to hear her voice after this crazy, exaggerated night.

I was expecting her not to answer, seeing she is 2 hrs ahead of me. And right now it's 3 AM. It was the last ring, before she finally answers. Her face scrunched as she tried to pull the sleep from her eyes.

"Sorry to wake you princess, I just need to hear your voice." I sigh. She cheeses really hard, but that smile quickly drops from her face. I guess she's noticed my hideous face. My eyes was indeed swollen and purple, that guy got a pretty good punch out of me, and not to mention the glass that sliced my cheek. I can't show up on set like this to tomorrow. I really can't, I'll have to make up a lie as to why I can't come on set. Plus I only have two lines, we can pick up the practicing another day.

"I'm going to kill Lip!" She fires without out even having to question what happened to me. I sigh and nod. She sits up, giving me her attention,

"Baby, you do know he needs help. This had to be some kink for him. I love Lip but this is getting out of hand," she explains. I nod in agreement, everything she's saying is completely accurate.

"He needs help, he needs help and I have to help him," I rant to myself. Nyla pouts as she sees the exhaustion in my face. I can tell she misses me, and I miss her so much too. If only I can touch her, I crave her so much. If I were there, she'll be laying on my chest. I just know it.

"I gotta clean myself up princess, I'll call you before I fall asleep, okay?" I call to her, she gives me this cute nod, like an obedient child.

"Okay," she whispers, still sad and upset.

"Talk to you later right?" I call to her. She gives me her usual big smile, revealing those beautiful white teeth.

"Talk to you later," she confirms, blowing me a kiss in the process. Man how I'll love to fuck her. I sigh in frustration of lack of sex and close my laptop. Time for me to finger myself to images of her.