Trailer Park Princess (13 page)

(Rory)

It has been a few days since I’ve seen anyone other than Rome. I try to rest when I’m not working. It’s exhausting. I puke and sleep and puke. And don’t get me started on the crying. It seems every time I open my eyes, I cry. Anytime I try to talk, I cry. As much as Toby made me crazy, I miss him painfully, and that makes me cry more. Rome has been wonderful, though. Always right by my side. I don’t think he or the boys ever go home anymore. He always seems to be close to wherever I am. He makes me eat when I don’t want to; he keeps me as mentally busy as possible so my mind cannot wander.

“Rome, I think I need to tell Toby. He told me to leave him alone, but I don’t think he expected this when he made that request.”

Rome is in my kitchen fixing some nasty drink he will push down me since I haven’t held down anything solid in days. “Princess, think about it. Do you think he’s ready to talk to you? I mean, give it a little longer, and let him calm down. I agree he needs to know, but if you tell him right now, he probably won’t even believe you. He thinks we were messing around, remember?”

Taking the drink from him, I sip it slowly. “Eh, what’s in this? It tastes like butt.” I set it down and shake my head, trying to push the flavor out. “I know…I cannot believe he thought that. We both know better, though. I screwed up with my little revenge kiss the other day in the parking lot. I just drove it home, I suppose. I still can’t wrap my head around what I done. I am so sorry I did that to you.”

He places a hand on my knee “I’m here, Rory. Any time you need me. I get that it hurt you, and you just did it without thinking. Don’t worry about it, OK?”

Work doesn’t seem as fun these days. The days seem like they drag by in slow motion. Mando is here with me today. She’s useless at work; however, she is helpful with passing time. “Sooooo Rory, there’s a party tonight, and it’s the last bash before everyone starts getting ready to leave for school. I wanna go, sooo that means I want you to go.” I sigh and fill my drink orders.

“I don’t know, Mando. I don’t have any business off at some party. Besides, if I saw Toby and Ashley, I don’t think I’d handle it well. I feel like I need to tell him.” I take the orders to the tables they belong to, and when I return, she still hasn’t lost her perch on the counter.

“I don’t think that’ll be an issue. He left already. Like a week ago or something.”

I almost drop the plate I just picked up as I turn to her in shock. “WHAT? Where? You mean gone, moved away, gone? Like gone-to-school gone? Oh my gosh, Mando, I have to tell him!” I scream whisper at her, looking around to make sure no one else heard anything we were saying. “Now, I will have to do this over the phone. Are you kidding me?” I stomp off and take the plates. Jerking my apron off as I come back around the corner, I am over this. I have been on my feet for hours, and I do not feel like dealing with all this mess right now.

“Mando, I don’t want to go to the party. I have to figure out how I am going to tell him now. What if he just hangs up on me, or worse, if he doesn’t believe me? I cannot do this alone,” I almost cry.

“Oh, stop it; you will never be alone. Rome is never going to let you out of his site. You are the only one who doesn’t see it. That boy is crazy, mad, head-over-heels in love with you, Rory. So just stop having a pity party for a minute and come out with me. I leave in less than three weeks, and I won’t see you again until Christmas break.” She closes her eyes. “Please!”

I am
 still not sure why on earth I’m here.  I mean, after a thirteen-hour Saturday shift at The Diner and zero sleep from still crying non-stop the night before, all I want to do is sleep.  I still can’t believe Toby just left. Without giving me a chance to explain and making sure to be in the same place as me with Ashley on his hip; it’s like he never cared at all.  Mando wants to hit the last party. School has been out for weeks.
Go away already, people!
I find myself here as her wingman, like she needs one.  I should go. It’s been like two hours since I last saw her, and I’m betting she doesn’t even remember I’m here now.

Leaving my safe corner where I’ve been tucked away the entire time, I head towards the door.
  Two more steps and I will be free. Pulling the door open, I take a deep breath, thankful the night is over, but standing on the other side of the door is Ashley…go figure. She turns with a huge smile on her face, but it looks out of place. She hates me, so why would she be smiling at me?

“Oh, hiihhey Auroraaaa,
 let’s chat.  Kewwy, go get’er ahh drink,” she slurs.

“Um…no, Kelly, I’m fine, thanks. I was just leaving.” I try to push past a drunken Ashley, but she clenches down on my shoulder. I could knock her off me and bust her face again, but I hate attention, and I would end up in an all-out brawl if I did that. In my condition, I can’t really allow that. I knew better than to come here.

“Nooo, aarrrorrry, stay. I wanna talkkkk to youuuu,” she pushes out.

“Soda, Kelly. Please, soda only.” I plead with her.
  A few seconds after fighting the stench of liquor from Ashley, I have my drink to take my mind off it.

“So what do you want to talk about Ashley? Oh, and thanks, Kelly.” I am now back in the house, and the girls around me are chatting and laughing at things I am clueless about. Another drink is pushed into my hand.

“Arory, I just wanted to tell you me and Toby ain’t together now. He left, and we thought it best to stay friends. I know these last few days or weeks or whatever was rough for you, but Toby was heartbroken.  He needed me. So I helped him. Can’t blame you, though. I mean, my GOD, I seen the guy…what’s his name? Rome? Shit me fancy, girl, he is FINE, with like a capitol F…”  It seems Ashley is not really slurring anymore, and the room seems to spin a little.

“Yeah, well, not sure what you mean, Ashley; I never did anything with Rome.” Man, my tongue feels thick.
  My mind must finally be trying to shut down. The girls giggle a little longer, and I hear “OK LET’S DO IT…” I turn around to ask what, and I hear the girl named Kelly ask, “Ashley, truth or dare?” She says dare, and then Kelly says, “OK, see that guy over there? You have to ask for his phone number.”

I am thinking how cheesy playing this game is, but I watch and laugh along with the girls as Ashley struts over to the guy and laughs. Shortly after, she walks away, cell phone held high, lit up with a new number showing.
  A few more girls take their truths or dares, and another drink is shoved in my hand. I am laughing harder than I ever have, I think.

“OK
, Rory, truth or dare?” I turn and realize it’s my turn. I want to say truth, but I know it will be about Toby, and I just cannot do that; it would hurt too much. I’m actually having fun with the plastics and don’t want to ruin it.

“O
K, I will bite… DARE!” I giggle out.  Following Ashley’s boney finger, I see her pointing to a semi-hot guy in the corner. His hair is very blonde, like almost white. He has clear blue eyes and a lean body. I’m pretty sure he’s on the swim team or something, and he seems to be sad. “You, babe, have to cheer him up by any means necessary.”

I smile wide. This should be easy; I am a naturally nice person. I go to walk off, and stumble right into Mando.

“Where have you been?” she chirps at me. She’s tipsy.

“Over there with the plastics,” I say snippily, kind of mad at her because she left me all alone. “And they didn’t run off on me like someone I know.” I know it’s mean, but who cares? I am sick of everyone at the moment.

Her eyebrows scrunch up. “Rory, are you drunk?” I push back from her.

“NO!” I snap at her and start back towards my dare. I hear her scream something at me, and I jerk away when she grabs at me, keeping up my walk or wobble, whichever it is. The guy’s face is so sweet I could just eat it up. I stick my hand out in front of him. “Hi, I’m Rory. Did you know a cat has thirty-two muscles in its ear?”

He looks up, and I no longer see hurt, but…mischief maybe? He laughs lightly, “Hi, Rory.” He never states his name and never smiles. I look over, and all the plastics are doing this weird wave that I take as ‘continue,’ so I turn back around, the room spinning a little. The guy’s hand shoots out to grab me. “Easy, girl.” He has a velvety voice, the kind that makes you feel warm inside. I look up and smile.

“Thanks, and sorry to blurt out that crazy random fact, but so you know, it’s true… about their ears.” I stand for a bit with my head down, his arms still on my hips. Why did I say that? He lifts my head, and our eyes meet. Dear night, he is so pretty.

“Did you know a shrimp’s heart is in its head?” I blurt out again.  Instant blush.
HELLO! He doesn’t care, Aurora. What the hell?

“I had no clue, but I’ll remember that.” Ahh, there’s that voice again. Some overweight chick walks by throwing her hips, and knocks me into him.

“Well, I never had so much trouble standing up in my whole freaking life,” I giggle. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. Next thing I know, the guy has his tongue down my throat and both hands lifting me up. I miss Toby and our make out sessions so bad. I just go with it because it feels good at first. Then, he turns into Toby. I believe I even mutter his name aloud. Somehow, we move down the hall a little into a corner, and my back is against the wall. We are breathing hard, and I pull back to look at him. He smiles, and all I can think is screw it; everything feels wonderful, so why not? I go back in, grabbing both sides of his head and gripping his thick hair, kissing him deeply. I feel him rubbing all over me.

“Baby, I’m about to
. . .” and I begin to fall. Someone’s hand stops me mid-air.

“Stay still.”
             

And then, it’s like a Batman comic.
WHAP! BAM! SPLAT! POP!
“If you ever touch her again, I will kill you!”

I am wrapped up, and I smell him. It’s like home. I curl into Rome. He is pissed; I can feel all his muscles tensed with anger.

“And if any of you bitches ever come near her again, I will have someone beat your ass for me,” he growls at them.

I hear the girls giggle and scream, “WHATEVS!”

Then, I hear Mando, “Did y’all give her alcohol?” She sounds pissed at whatever they are saying in their laugh-crazed mumbles. “She’s preggers, you fucking whores!”

The next thing I know, I am being placed into a familiar car and buckled in. I cuddle into the seat. Once the driver door is opened and closed, I turn my head to look at Rome.

“Are you drunk?” is all I get from him.

“Psht, please, no. I can’t drink; you know that. I don’t do that crap anyways,” I say matter-of-factly. He leans over the seat towards my mouth, and I smile.
  I lean towards him and ram my tongue down his throat. I am so turned on, and all I want to do is make out. He jerks back.

“Fuck, Rory, you are drunk. You can’t do that, Princess; it could hurt the baby.”

I instinctually run my hands down my stomach and stop on my invisible bump. The car starts, and we head home. We make it about halfway before my alcohol-induced former good mood strikes back up. I take off my seat belt, turn towards the driver’s seat, and pull my top over my head.

“I want you.”
FAHWAP!
I slam up against the dashboard sideways and slide back into the leather seat. “OUCH!” I throw my hands up on my forehead. “What’cha do that for?” I scream at him.

Rome just looks at me like I have three boobs or something. “Princess, you’re drunk. Please put your top back on, and don’t say things you don’t mean.”

I look at him and sit back, but I refuse to cover back up; I want to be free. My hand slides down the side of my face from my forehead, and I let it trail on down towards my breast. I can see him cutting his eyes at me while he drives. I bite down on my lip and get a dirty idea. I let my hand squeeze a little, which pulls a groan from my throat. I move my hand down my stomach and towards my skirt. I peep over, and I see him; although, I’m sure he thinks I don’t. What I am doing is turning him on.  He reaches down and has to adjust himself. I so want to help him with that. I reach over and graze the top of his pants. He jerks stiff.

“Princess, you’re killing me here.”

I look up at him through hooded eyes, and the car stops. I move over to straddle him, and he just sits there looking at me. It feels too good to let it stop.  I wrap my arms around his neck and start to kiss all over his face.  I feel his thickness under me, and I rock back and forth with my hips so slow it hurts. I can’t stop the moans and sighs that leave my lips. I’ve only had this once before with Toby, and after whatever got put in my system at that party is making it ten times worse, knowing what waits for me on the other side of the rainbow.

Rome finally gives in and kisses me back, pushing my hips down harder on him. I feel like a wild animal clawing at his clothes and skin. I just need to get as close to him as I can. I let my head fall back, and his lips slowly make their way down my neck. I readjust the way I am sitting so he’s rubbing me in just the right spot. The car door opens, and Rome walks me up the steps with my legs wrapped securely around his waist. Once we’re in my room, he sits me down and backs away, still panting for air.

“Princess, I don’t think you’re thinking clearly, and I know you are just in a mood. Please don’t do something you’ll regret tomorrow. I cannot have you hate me.” He starts to step away, and I break down. I fling myself in bed, crying about how I am completely alone and unloved and how I will never be good enough for anyone.  Rome tries to hug me, and at first, I don’t want him to touch me. I fling my arms at him in a fit, trying to push him away. Then, he does something that stops me dead in my tracks. Pulling my chin up so my eyes are looking into his, he tilts his head and kisses me. He does it hard. Even drunk, I can feel the conviction in the kiss. Within seconds, I am sitting in his lap again, right where I left off. His hands go around my back, rubbing small circles as he presses into my skin, and I can tell how much he is holding back. I pull at the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head and throwing it to the floor. Then, I do the same with mine. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen Rome without a shirt on, but it is the first time he’s ever seen me. It’s not lost on me that he can’t move his eyes from my pale pink, lacy bra, and the fact he is licking his lips proves he wants me as much as I want him. The glint in his eye sparks me back into action. I wrap my hands back around his neck and push my hips down.

“Nothing below the waist, Princess. Not all the way.”

I laugh aloud at this. Not all the way… of course he would remember that part
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(Rome)

It’s hard to tell her to stop, but it’s even harder to watch her cry. She is pregnant, drunk, lonely, and feeling unwanted. As much as I want her, I have to do right by her. So I kiss her back. Not that it’s a hard job; this girl is my life. The air I breathe. What is hard is sitting here with her, knowing I can do anything, and she will take it. The pressure pushing against my jeans…that’s hard for sure. Now, with her hands rubbing down my chest and pulling my hair, I swear I could bust my load without ever being inside her. The moans she lets out seize me. They control me. She is moving her hips but following my rules. She touches everything above my pants line, and damn it, she is killing me with her hip grinding. I should stop her, but I am only a man. I cannot help but enjoy it. I know tomorrow will be bad for her, but not as bad as if I let her cry it out all night. I will let her exhaust herself and pass out. I will hold her tight so she knows she is loved, and tomorrow, we will fix it all. I just hope she didn’t hurt the baby. I should have taken her to the hospital, but I couldn’t think after seeing that nasty dude with his claws dug into her hips.  I could have ripped his arms off and beat his limp body with them. He didn’t even know her name.