Hearts are strange

Chapter 7

My heart was racing faster than a bullet. My hands were trembling and guilt was being showered over me.

Marcy called out,"Throw away the bloody phone!"

I picked up the call, and tried my best to sound normal and control my building up orgasm.

"Hello mom! I'm home and fine. Marcy is fine too. Eh.... When will you come back? I'm missing you." I rushed too much.

"Easy honey! You need not pant for breath. We'll be back after 4:00 pm. Both of you please remember to have your lunch, and yeah, have fun too. I just wanted to check how you are and where you are." She replied.

"Mom I and Marcy are doing awesome. Love you mom. Bye." I said. Yeah, we were really having a 'great' time 'together'.

"Bye honey. Love you too." She said.

I hanged up the call.

Marcy was glued to the bed, embarrassed.
My heart was overflowing with guilt. Talking with my mother when Marcy laid naked in front of me just kept me feeling more guilty.

I stood up and grabbed my t-shirt. I couldn't do anything, neither say a word. I was just feeling numb. Marcy stood up too. She understood my silence and thus came up to hug me and console me.

I broke the hug and walked downstairs to the bathroom, guilt overflowing from my actions. I didn't knew why, but I was feeling guilty. We had consented on doing all these, but still my heart sank. I was making out with a girl when my mom called up and I picked up the call, what could be more embarrassing?

Marcy followed me, but didn't walked into the bathroom with me. I closed the door of the bathroom, went up to the sink and splashed water on my face.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Jennifer's thoughts were visible in my mind again.
I closed my eyes. I could feel her lips still on mine, her arms rested on my shoulder, her chest on mine, her wonderful fragrance, her memories within me. There wasn't a day I hadn't missed her, prayed so that she came back and embraced her in my thoughts, with my eyes laden with tears. Marcy's 'proposal' was maybe making her situations better, but mine were still broken and stagnant. It was seeming that I'd be cheerful and myself again only if Jennifer came back, held my hands tight, hugged me like never before and claim me to be her's again. But if she got to knew what all Marcy and I had, she won't even want to see my face. It was her life anyway, and we mustn't force anyone to love us and stay. She had a right to choose whom she wanted to. She'd get a far better guy and would perhaps forget my existence then. I should move on too. But, was it just me who was tortured in the chambers of my mind, which once had Jennifer deep inside, firmly embedded in them?

I couldn't think anymore, and just broke down. The tears didn't came out silently, they wanted to burst out with screams and yells. I had to keep my mouth shut with my palm to prevent Marcy from getting a hint that I was crying. I rest my back on the wall, and started to break down even more. I was vulnerable to pain, with a weak outer shell. I collapsed to the ground. It was getting really hard for me to control myself. I slapped my cheeks, scratched my face, tugged at my hair furiously and punched continuously on the ground in a hope that the physical pain out did the mental one. But nothing seemed to work, tears just kept flowing.

I heard the door being opened, and Marcy's footsteps coming inside the bathroom. Perhaps she heard the banging I made with my fist, Shit!

"What the hell have you been doing boy!? Are you out of your mind!!" She shouted and leaned down in front of me, taking my hands.