The Taste of Sin, chapter 2
Chapter Two.
JOS.
"Why can't we just leave?" I whine, as he moves over me, a wicked grin on his lips. He shifts a little, so that he's beside me, and lays down- shrugging. "We've got more to do here," he said simply, putting his hands behind his head. I turned to face him, and opened my mouth to speak, but then I realized that there was no arguing with Jimmy. Ever.
He sat up, and grabbed his cigarettes. I watched as he placed it between his lips, and wanted him all over again. I sighed though, and pushed my lust aside. I knew that there was going to be some sort of lecture, or some sort of lesson. There always was when I got like this.
"Besides. What about Jessie?"
His toxic green eyes turned on me, and I felt guilt shoot through my body. I'd never thought of her. I never though what might happen to her, if I left her alone to grow up with that...that...stupid motherfucking excuse for a stepfather. I sat up, and rested my head on the back of Jimmy's back.
"We could...-"
I stopped myself, knowing it was useless.
"I just want to be free. Is there a possibility? Just...get me out of here right now." I whispered, clutching onto Jimmy.
I knew what I was asking of him, and he knew too. He opened a drawer, and I closed my eyes as I caught a glimpse of the needles. I heard him cleaning it, and awaited the tight- pinching sensation of the elastic band.
His lips pressed roughly against mine, as he inserted the needle into my vein. I pulled away, and gasped loudly- shaking as the drug almost instantly took ahold of me.
"Sleep well, babe." He said, getting up, and turning off the lights to the small bedroom in his apartment. I watched as his shadow disappeared from beneath his now closed door.
"I love you," I whispered.
I couldn't feel much after that.
Jimmy
I didn't know why I left him there, but I just needed to get out of the house. It was starting to feel more like a prison. Not because of the boy laying in my bed, completely numb to anything and everything- but because of the shadows of old memories and events that lurked in every corner.
"Do you have a cigarette?"
I stopped, completely unaware that I had walked all the way down to the bay. I looked at the girl in front of me, and found I didn't recognize her. Her eyes, were almost translucent- they were so green...they were so...vivid. They made me shudder a little.
"Uh," I said, and reached into my pocket. I pulled out my pack and removed one. She parted her large, pouty lips and placed the cigarette there. "Got a light?" She muttered. I nodded, and found my lighter, lighting the cigarette for her in one fluid motion. "Thanks," She said, taking a long drag from it.
"You new around here?" I asked, finding my voice had gotten softer. I mentally kicked myself.
"No." She said, looking down at her feet.
"How come I've never seen you around here then? You look familiar, but I just..."
She looked up, grinning.
"So. Where's Jesus?"
My eyes grew wide, as I remembered. All those shadows in the corners of that apartment, all those memories that were BEGGING me to remember them. They were all of her.
It was Whatsername.
"...Whatsername...?!"
"In the flesh, babe."
JOS.
"Why can't we just leave?" I whine, as he moves over me, a wicked grin on his lips. He shifts a little, so that he's beside me, and lays down- shrugging. "We've got more to do here," he said simply, putting his hands behind his head. I turned to face him, and opened my mouth to speak, but then I realized that there was no arguing with Jimmy. Ever.
He sat up, and grabbed his cigarettes. I watched as he placed it between his lips, and wanted him all over again. I sighed though, and pushed my lust aside. I knew that there was going to be some sort of lecture, or some sort of lesson. There always was when I got like this.
"Besides. What about Jessie?"
His toxic green eyes turned on me, and I felt guilt shoot through my body. I'd never thought of her. I never though what might happen to her, if I left her alone to grow up with that...that...stupid motherfucking excuse for a stepfather. I sat up, and rested my head on the back of Jimmy's back.
"We could...-"
I stopped myself, knowing it was useless.
"I just want to be free. Is there a possibility? Just...get me out of here right now." I whispered, clutching onto Jimmy.
I knew what I was asking of him, and he knew too. He opened a drawer, and I closed my eyes as I caught a glimpse of the needles. I heard him cleaning it, and awaited the tight- pinching sensation of the elastic band.
His lips pressed roughly against mine, as he inserted the needle into my vein. I pulled away, and gasped loudly- shaking as the drug almost instantly took ahold of me.
"Sleep well, babe." He said, getting up, and turning off the lights to the small bedroom in his apartment. I watched as his shadow disappeared from beneath his now closed door.
"I love you," I whispered.
I couldn't feel much after that.
Jimmy
I didn't know why I left him there, but I just needed to get out of the house. It was starting to feel more like a prison. Not because of the boy laying in my bed, completely numb to anything and everything- but because of the shadows of old memories and events that lurked in every corner.
"Do you have a cigarette?"
I stopped, completely unaware that I had walked all the way down to the bay. I looked at the girl in front of me, and found I didn't recognize her. Her eyes, were almost translucent- they were so green...they were so...vivid. They made me shudder a little.
"Uh," I said, and reached into my pocket. I pulled out my pack and removed one. She parted her large, pouty lips and placed the cigarette there. "Got a light?" She muttered. I nodded, and found my lighter, lighting the cigarette for her in one fluid motion. "Thanks," She said, taking a long drag from it.
"You new around here?" I asked, finding my voice had gotten softer. I mentally kicked myself.
"No." She said, looking down at her feet.
"How come I've never seen you around here then? You look familiar, but I just..."
She looked up, grinning.
"So. Where's Jesus?"
My eyes grew wide, as I remembered. All those shadows in the corners of that apartment, all those memories that were BEGGING me to remember them. They were all of her.
It was Whatsername.
"...Whatsername...?!"
"In the flesh, babe."
