“Can you guys believe that this is our last night here?” One of the guys slurred.
“No.” Amanda replied, she sounded as if she were about to cry about it. I felt like punching her, but instead I placed my hand on her shoulder.
“Amanda,
you’re from NH right?” One of them asked her, he had sandy hair and a strong masculine look about him. He was well built, he looked tight.
“Yes I am!” She shouted loudly as some of her drink spilled.
“You transferred from a college out there right?” Another guy asked her.
“I
transferred from the school called UNH.” She stumbled over her words as she swayed back and forth, I held her up.
“I heard that school was a wet campus....if you know what I mean!” A guy with brown hair spoke, he wore a red jersey jacket and faded blue jeans.
“Wet as in alcohol, yes.” Amanda laughed wildly.
“The girls are pretty wet t
oo.” I supplied with a slutty smile.
“Like the ocean is what I heard.” One of the guys spoke.
“Ocean, really? You mean a hot tube!” Another retorted, they all laughed.
“Jets and all…” Another guy said.
“With or without suits?” I asked them.
“Without of course.” The brown haired guy replied. The conversation digressed from there to areas of sex positions, how long, fast or slow, condoms or not, and of course the ever so popular topic of masturbating.
The men were fascinated with the fact that I preferred fingers versus toys. I laughed as they gazed at me with utter wanting and their desire to have me that night shined through.
“Odette, is it?” A red haired guy asked, he had a forest green
T-Shirt on and black leather pants. He wore glasses and he looked as if he body built a little, he was hot. He looked at me from behind his glasses.
“Yes it is, and you are?” I asked as I sipped my drink
, my eyes locked on him.
“I’
m Drew.” He extended his hand, we shook. He slowly stroked my hand as we touched; his skin was warm and his hand strong.
“So what are you in sch
ool for?” He asked me, curiously. I liked that.
“Forensic Science.” I replied.
“Wow, that's intense.” Spoke a guy with jet black hair; he wore a checker plaid jacket with blue jeans.
“Yes it is, but
it’s a great career. There will always be murder, and there will always be a need for a forensic scientists.” I replied, Amanda needed to go sit outside. She was starting to sway badly.
“Well Amanda and I are going to go sit
outside for a bit.” I told them as I made my way to the back door. She looked back at them.
“Don't go
anywhere boys!” She shouted at them as I pushed the screen door open and walked out into the cool evening air. The men were not going to go anywhere, they wanted to get laid. The rain made things feel cold. I helped Amanda down on the old wooden porch and sat next to her. She burped and leaned her head on my shoulder. She sighed.
“I am going to
miss you Odette.” She spoke softly as she closed her eyes. I sighed as well; I was going to miss her as well. I was not sure what I was going to do without her. She was the only connection I had to the real world. She was my only girlfriend, she was my only friend. Granted she was a ditz and kind of an idiot and missed common sense things, but maybe that’s why I enjoyed her so much. She completed me in a way I am not sure how to explain; even James did not make me feel this way. She touched my girly side, she made me a girl and she enforced that side of me and let me know it was ok to be a girl.
“I will miss you more.” I told her as I l
eaned my head on hers. I would have to find a way to carry on without her, to be a girl without her around. How could I do that?
“I have to te
ll you something, something I should have told you a while ago Odette.” Amanda now sat straight and looked at me, her face suddenly very sad, her eyes had tears in them.
“What?” I was worried.
“Well, before you and James started dating, that summer you came to college.” She paused, I waited.
“Well, he,
James, I was really drunk and kind of high...we had sex.” She put her hands up to her face and started to cry. He raped her. I placed my hands on hers and held her close.
“You mean he raped you?” I asked her, she nodded her head. That fucking bastard! That little fucker! How dare he! Well at that moment I knew exactly who I was going to kill, it was going to be
James. He raped my best friend, he raped her and then he asked me out. We had been dating for almost two years and we've had sex many times over. I almost vomited everywhere.
“Don't be sad Amanda. It's not your fault. I am glad you told me.” I comforted
her; I was going to kill him for her.
“Ah, there you are.” I heard
James speak from behind me. I smiled a devilish smile as I clenched my jaw and forced myself to not kill him right there with that broken glass beer bottle lying in front of me.
“Yes, here we are.” I replied as I held out my hand, he took it and sat next to me. We kissed. Amanda was still crying in my arms.
“Is she alright?” James asked me.
“She is sad, but she will be fine.” I told him as I rubbed Amanda's back.
“The crowd in there is getting kind of wild.” James said as he leaned back on his hands, peering at me from the corner of his eye.
“Yeah they are.” I replied. Silence claimed us all.
“So are we still on for tonight?” He asked me. I felt like crushing his tiny, insignificant ball sack right there; squeeze them until all that was in there squirted out onto the ground. I smiled as I turned to face him.
“Of course we are honey.” I replied with a joyful smile and a long passionate kiss on his warm full lips. Amanda sat up, she had calmed down now.
“Odette, where are you? Odette?” The guy with the green shirt and glasses called out from the kitchen. I looked over at James; he smiled at me.
“Go, he is looking for you. I will be fine. I th
ink I am going to go to bed anyways.” Amanda told me.
“I will help Amanda up
stairs to bed.” James replied as he stood and helped Amanda to her feet. I looked at her, pleading in my eyes not to give me permission to leave her side. I did not want to leave her with him, I wanted to bring her upstairs, I wanted to kill him.
“Go, go talk to him. I will be fine.” Amanda told me again firmly.
“I will meet you downstairs in a few.” James replied as he and Amanda vanished inside the house. I sat for a second, the guy still calling my name. I sighed and stood, I put on my pretty girly face as I turned and went in search of Drew.
I opened the screen door and stepped inside the kitchen, Drew stood by the island holding a plastic cup; he smiled at me.
His well-fitting shirt lay on his well-defined abs, his arms thick and his smile had hints of play in it.
“I was wondering where you had run off to.” He spoke to
me; I smiled as I ran my finger on the wooden table and picked up a cup, filling it with vodka. I wanted to play and I wanted to play with him.
“I was outside.” I
replied as I looked at him from the rim of the cup as I sipped it. He laughed, his piercing blue eyes staring at me.
“So is that your boyfriend out there with you?” He asked, I looked down for a moment and then back up at him.
“No.” I replied, no breaking in my voice.
“Good, cause I was afraid you were going to say he was. I mean you guys kissed.” He said as he slugged his drink down.
“Yeah well you know relationships these days don't last long.” I stepped closer to him, the heat between us increasing with every step I took.
“A short shelf life.” He put his cup down on the counter as he placed both hands beside him. I walked up to him, placing my cup next to his, my eyes wanting his kiss. He was much taller than I and I had to stand on my tippy toes to reach his wide mouth. I opened my mouth, inches from his as I closed my eyes, I did not kiss him,
and I simply waited, holding my lips in front of his face, my body resting against his. I could feel the vodka I had just consumed rush through my body, its warmness filling my soul and mind. I could feel his lips almost touching mine as he breathed on my skin, I smiled. I was having fun. I felt his hands slowly embrace my face as he gently graced my lips with their spark. Oh and how they sparked something within me, I was so hungry for fun, for a party, for a killing.
We kissed, passion, lust and wanting on our lips, right there in the kitchen, people watching. He held me close to him as his lips caressed mine, and I leaned into him. I wanted
James to see me, to see us; I wanted him to be jealous. I wanted to work him up; I wanted him to be blind tonight, blind in hating me. I was going to kill him tonight, slowly, viciously and I would enjoy it. He deserved to die. My mind was aware of the people around me as I enjoyed my playful, passionate kiss with Drew. My ears perked and my senses awoke. I heard someone coming down the stairs, his smell and the way he walked, it was James. I heard him clear his throat from behind me. I opened my eyes, looking up at Drew, our eyes both locked on each other. I parted my lips and slowly turned my gaze to James, who was standing with his hands in his pockets. The look on his face was priceless.
“Oh, hi.” I said as I turned around, leaning against Drew.
“Are you ready to go or do you have another ride tonight?” James asked me, hatred on his face and hurt in his voice. He looked and sounded as I felt. I squeezed Drew’s hand as I stepped away from him.
“I am good to go.” I replied with a smile upon my pretty white face, my black hair falling into my face.
“Amanda is in bed and sleeping now.” He told me as he grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the kitchen and past everyone else. He walked with purpose in his step out of the house and into the night air. I pulled my arm free of his strong grip and held my arm in my hand as I looked at him. He was pissed, exactly what I wanted.
“Why did you do that?” I asked him innocently. He was pacing back and forth as I asked he stopped and glared at me. He ran his hand through his short black hair as his ugly eyes locked on me.
“You were kissing that guy in there! Why?” He demanded from me. I shrugged my shoulders.
“I’ve had a lot to drink.” I replied to him, he approached me.
“Have I ever betrayed you?” He demanded again, I acted like I was scared, in shock and afraid he would hit me.
“No, no you haven’t.” I said as I held my shoulders up and cringed, he looked happy about that.
“Get in the car.” He told me, I did. We drove back to our house in silence, the radio was on but we did not talk. I wanted to kill him and I wanted him angry; he was very angry. The rain had started up again and it had started to thunder as well. The radio then stated that our area was under a thunder storm warning and a possible tornado warning as well. I thought how coincidental that the night I was going to kill someone there was a severe weather warning. The odds were in my favor tonight for sure. We pulled into the driveway and he turned the car off, I was about to get out of the car when he started to beat the steering wheel. I sat back in horror, or so I wanted him to think, as he beat the shit out of that steering wheel. The horn honked and the rear view mirror fell off the window. I clung to my purse, my hand holding my switch blade within my purse. I was so ready to kill him, attack him, and do him in. I was waiting, wanting him to hit me; I was looking for him to do it.
He stopped pounding the wheel and looked over at me, hatred and anger filled his eyes and face. I could read him so easily. He grabbed my hair and thrashed my head into the dashboard. I yelled in terror as I quickly made my way out of the car and into the night air. I heard him
slam his door as he followed me outside, he kicked me, I fell to the ground. I cried out, tears rolling down my face as I scrambled to my feet, walking as fast as I could to the front door. He pushed me down and sat on me, shoving my face into the mud.
“Whore! I only ever treated you nice!” He shouted in my ear, I was crying so hard now; I wanted him to think I was horrified, scared for my life. When in reality it was the other way around, he should have been afraid for his own life
. The rain started to pour down on us and lighting struck off in the distance, thunder echoing in the dark night. I somehow made my way out from underneath James and made my way into the house. I slammed the door behind me, breaking the window as I ran through the house to the kitchen; I grabbed a butcher knife as I turned around to face James. I knew he would not come through the front door, no, he would come through the back door; where I was kneeling in hiding waiting for him. Thunder struck again and the door I was leaning against crashed open, knocking me on my stomach. The knife was flung out of my hands as I fell and James grabbed my hair firmly in his hands. He pulled me to my feet, I held his hands tightly as I yelled out in my fake pain, tears rolling down my face as he looked at me.
“Why?” I asked him, my voice weak, shaking, and terrified. He pulled me close to him, his eyes consumed with beating me, defiling me.