Young Adult / Meadow Brook Section
Therapy:
“I need you to talk to me Hannah.”
“About what?”
She should have expected that question but seems taken aback. I know I’ve made a mistake. I know she could ask me about the cuts, the scars, the words, and I’d have to answer because my own moral code is too strong not too. “Tell me about your first love.”
Whimsical much? Now it was my turn to be taken aback and I pause before answering, considering. “His name was Calvin. I was 18 and he was 21.” I grin slightly at the memory, no smile, just a grin. It’s not the most pleasant.
“Is that him?” Rebecca leaned next to me on the couch, clear plastic cup filled with whiskey and coke in her hand.
“Yeah. He flew in today.”
“You should do it.” She grinned, watching him and I turned my gaze to him watching as well. He was joking with Frank and Will, the three of them nearly identical in height- Frank a little more built then the two others—their bodies slender. “Have you?”
“Not yet. We can’t really do it anywhere. My parents…” I shrugged, as though it didn’t matter. I didn’t even know if he still wanted me after he’d seen me in person. Maybe I wasn’t pretty enough for him, or maybe I was too fat, or maybe he had mixed up profiles for the past three years and thought I was someone else.
“Carly has the spare bedroom.” Rebecca said and Carly looked over, tipsy and wide eyed. The token nerd of the group- the girl who was as creative as she was smart, the girl who took seven APs each year for two years. “Could she use it Carl?”
“Of course. John and I are going to sleep there tonight so try not to be messy.”
“You’ve had sex with him?” I was shocked. Carly? Seriously?
“Yeah, the first time a few weeks ago.” She said nonchalantly and got up. “I’ll go get the room ready.”
“Thanks.” I smiled, glad to have friends like her and Rebecca with the blue hair, feeling cocky because Rebecca would do
“Anything special happen?” Dr. Brow cuts into my memory and I look over at her.
“We fucked.” I’m blunt—no use mincing words. No use being polite. They don’t expect that here anyway.
“How was it?” She jots something down on the legal pad.
“Lights on or off?” He asked, all business.
“Off please.” She spoke softly, waiting until he turned them off to slip off her skirt and top. She could hear him shuffling in the dark as he took off his pants and on the night stand she saw the condom left by Carly but in her fear and excitement forgot everything she knew about STDs, sex, and pregnancy. She just wanted the acceptance.
They slid into the bed and he touched her cheek, leaning in to kiss her without the restraint he had shown earlier in her house. Tongues intertwined, the sour taste of whiskey and the sweet bite of pot filling her mouth, and her arms closed around him, the fear of her own body’s size pushed out of place by the bones she could feel so easily through his skin.
Moving on top of her he guided her legs open further and started to slide himself down, maneuvering slowly, carefully and she tilted her head back, eyes glued shut as a whimper, not in lust, but pain, broke through her lips. She arched upward against him but moved her hips down, as if trying to escape. The pressure strained.
He stopped then, changing positions with her, helping her situate herself on top of him and he put musician’s hands on her waist, guiding her forward and back while pressing down, trying to enter her. She chewed her lip hard, trying simultaneously to press onward and away, whimpering again and she could feel his hips rising up from the bed, her own hands reaching forward to stroke his chest as though she were petting a cat for comfort.
And again they switched positions and as he tried to enter her this time she cried slightly whispering, “I’m so sorry Cal, I’m so sorry” to which he responded “It’s okay darling. Just breathe.” And she did, taking slow breathes and trying to calm down enough to relax her muscles which were in a bunch.
“IcandothisIcandothisIcandothis, I love you Cal.” Raspy and rough the alcohol surges through her and she presses down hard, feeling him break through her and he rests lightly against her chest, stroking her hair.
“I love you Hannah.”
“It hurt.”
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I think when posting random sections of a story the challenge is to draw the reader in even if they know of the full story. I got me interested in your story with this section. Grammar wise i didn’t find anything wrong. I roll my eyes at this girl risking a STD just to fit in for a little while
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