All I Want [Original Story]

Part 1: Chapter 06

Rachel's body was on fire. Each touch and every kiss burned at her skin. Her breath hitched when she felt it hit her thigh. Her heart-rate rapidly increased when a large hand gripped at her hip.

"Wait." She placed her hand over his to stop him from moving further. "I'm still not ready."

Groaning in frustration, Liam got himself off of Rachel. "When will you be ready?" he asked harshly, not even looking at her as he rolled his eyes.

"I don't know," Rachel said dejectedly. "Just... not yet." Liam moved to the edge of the bed, defeated by his little problem. "I will be soon though," the teen reassured, scooting closer to hold him from behind, burying her face in his broad shoulders. "I promise."

"You're gonna have to deal with this, yanno," Liam said, gesturing to his bulging crotch.

Rachel's words died in her throat. "But- I don't-" she stammered out. This isn't the first time she'd performed this act, and it won't be the last. But every time she did it, her self-respect dropped drastically.

"I thought you loved me." Liam's voice was low; his eyes dark.

It scared her.

Without a word, Rachel moved to the floor and dropped to her knees in front of him. She had to get this over with.

Less than a minute later, Rachel exited the room. Furiously wiping at her lips, she made a beeline for the upstairs bathroom, and spat into the sink. Running the tap, she twisted the cap to the mouthwash and rinsed out her mouth. Rachel's reflection was the personification of death: her skin was pale, heavy bags weighed down her eyes, her face was thin.

She felt disgusting.

"Jules, are you in there again?" Rachel heard from the opposite side of the door. Choking back a sob and wiping away her tears, Rachel flushed the toilet and opened the door with a faux smile. "Oh, it's just you," Trevor said, taking in the small woman.

"I was just leaving," Rachel huffed out, stepping out of the way to let the redhead pass. "Bathroom's all yours."

But Trevor wasn't ready to let her go just yet. He grabbed at her trembling wrist. "I saw you talking with Sam last week," he grinned. "Any chance you have her number?"

Rachel turned to face him with a questionable arched eyebrow. "Haven't you asked Jules?"

"She thinks it'd be weird if I get involved with her friends," he shrugged, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Guess it's a twin thing."

"Then you've got your answer." With a wave, Rachel made her way to the stairs before calling Trevor's name. "I'm pretty sure you're not Sam's type." Winking, she skipped down the stairs to find Jules sitting beside her younger brother at the kitchen island.

Looking up, Jules narrowed her eyes. "You're finally leaving?"

"You're welcome," Rachel shot back, peering over their shoulders. Jules was helping Elijah with his homework. "That answer's wrong, by the way," she commented offhandedly.

Jules, bewildered, spotted her mistake quickly. "Get out," she snarled.

The rebel offered Elijah a high five, which he happily accepted, before leaving the Price househould. Closing the door gently behind her, she leaned back against it, squeezing her eyes tight. No way was she going to cry now! She pushed herself off, pulled up her hood and breathed out an uneasy breath.

It was a long stroll home.

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"Where do you want this box, Mamą?" Blair called out as she entered her mother's florist, 'Kwiaciarnia Borowska', carrying an astonishingly heavy box. Who knew flowers could weigh so much?