The girls came back every afternoon and hung out with me for a little bit before leaving for work. That's why they were always so dressed up. Kimmy had a house nearby and Hayley lived with her. They were both students at the university, which surprised the crap out of me and James alike.
Kimmy was going to school to become a registered nurse and Hayley was studying business. James usually tried not to stay too long when the girls would come around because usually they were scantily clad, but when he learned that they were going to school, he seemed impressed.They talked about their job a lot and not so subtlety hinted they would love to have me work with them. Kimmy was the one who got Hayley on with her when she met her at school."I have a gift for picking the rare gems out. Kade gets really happy when I get him a new girl.""And what makes you think I'd be any good at it?" I asked her one afternoon. James had gone out to get him and me some fI screamed and laughed, banging on his back as he raced us upstairs, grinning as people gave us weird looks on our way.Once inside the apartment, he locked it quickly and turned around, his eyes dark with lust, a small smile playing on his lips."Are you sure?""Yes?""Is that a question or...?""No! I want to. Anything. Everything."He attacked me, caressing my face and devouring my lips. The nibbles and the feel of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure down my spine. I tangled myself against him, letting him unbutton my smock and pull it down my arms, moving his long fingers over my pebbled n*pples under my spaghetti strap undershirt.I moaned into his mouth and yelped as he moved his hands down to my butt and lifted me against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him carry me into our room. He laid me down, standing above me pulling his shirt off quickly. I pulled up at my undershirt and threw it aside enjoyi
I was nervous as hell. I looked down at my outfit in the mirror and took a few deep breaths. My make-up was done and my hair was perfectly in waves. I smoothed my hand over my navy blue, v-neck A-line dress and blew out a breath.My heels matched my dress and when I turned to look at my backside, I liked what I saw. I looked good, but my insides were revolting. It was graduation day and although they said I could walk the stage, I was nervous that they had somehow made a mistake and I was going to be standing there, ready to be called up, but my name wouldn't be called.James came up from behind me and smoothed his hands over my breasts and then my stomach."You look incredible." I smiled at him through the mirror and looked him up and down."You don't look so bad yourself." He had on a pair of khaki slacks, black dress shoes, and a navy blue button-down, long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His hair was brushed,
James I grabbed my phone immediately and called emergency services. Kelly stared down at her feet, frozen to the spot as her mother lay motionless on the floor next to her bloody vomit. As soon as they had someone on the way, I grabbed Kelly and sat her on the couch, then moved to her mother on the ground and leaned over her, listening for a heartbeat. I could hear one, but it sounded faint. I looked down at her bloody lips and then over her gaunt, yellowed features. Her belly was swollen and I noticed that her legs were swollen as well. Sat next to her and continued to listen to her breathing. There were track marks on her arms and I grit my teeth. I knew I shouldn't be angry right now, but seeing her again, after all of this time, I couldn't help but be mad. Kelly had been doing good. Yes, she was worried about her mother, but she had been doing so much better, and for her to show up like this. I could see
I was the worst daughter ever. I hated myself and I hated her and that's why I was the worst.I stared at her still form on the bed and selfishly thought about myself and my plans and how if she hadn't shown up, I would be in Massachusetts right now with James and we would be looking at the apartment that we were going to start leasing.It was going to be a fresh start and I was going to be free. And now I was here, brushing my mom's yellowing skin with a wet rag and giving her water when she got thirsty and waiting on her hand and foot because it was the least I could do. I had all of these raging emotions that made no sense, but also made perfect sense in my head. I hated my mother. I hated that I was here. I hated that James didn't go to Massachusetts and that he was in here with me, instead of out with his friends. I hated that with everything she put me through, I couldn't just stand up and leave her to die her slow, miserable death.I felt
There was a soft knock on the bathroom door and I sighed."I'll be out in a minute!" I called. I hoped that I wasn't loud enough to wake my mom. Even being as sick as she was, she couldn't help being a miserable b*tch to me and I didn't want to have to walk out to that."It's me. Can I come in?"I closed my eyes and leaned down on the sink with my hands, gripping the porcelain hard. This was it. He was going to do it. I turned slowly and took a deep breath.I opened the door slowly and he walked in, his eyes looking over my face. I leaned back against the sink and crossed my arms over my chest so he couldn't see how hard my hands were shaking. "Hey." He said quietly. He shut the door behind him and we both stood in the small bathroom, staring at each other awkwardly. "Hi." I swallowed hard, wincing. My throat ached and I could feel my eyes prick with tears again. Maybe I should be the one to do it. Maybe it would be e
"Where did you go?""Wherever I wanted.""Mom, please. Just...where did you go?""You and your father are both the same. Always try to keep tabs on what I do, who I'm with, and what I drink. Just leave me alone!"I grit my teeth and rolled my eyes. She was shaking and vomiting, getting worse because she was in withdrawal from all of the drugs she had been doing while she was away. The hospital staff referred us to a rehabilitation place for her that would help nurse her since she was unable to do sh*t for herself right now.The only issue was that it cost a lot of money. The money we no longer had because she had spent over five hundred grand while she was away. Her bank account was wiped clean and when I searched the purse at home that she had brought with her, she only had forty-two dollars and a bunch of needles and baggies of drugs in there."I just want to know where you spent all of the money."She cackled and nodd
James came in shortly and sighed. "There's no point in arguing with her. I don't see why you keep trying.""Because I'm hoping that maybe one day it will dawn on her that I'm making sense and she'll turn it around."He snorted and I elbowed him lightly. He wiped at my face and pressed his lips down gently on my lips. "Go relax, take a shower, read a book, do something else to calm down. I'll feed her and then we can try to watch a movie or something. Sound good?"I smiled at him because no matter how angry I was, he always seemed to know what to say or do to make me happy. Even if it meant that he had to deal with my mother.I nodded and sat up slowly. I jumped in the shower after he left and washed away all of the day's stresses. After I got out, I walked into the living room and listened to my mom's room. "C'mon, I know it sucks, but you can't eat solids yet and you need something.""Just sneak me something solid. I'll leave h
I was the worst daughter ever. I hated myself and I hated her and that's why I was the worst.I stared at her still form on the bed and selfishly thought about myself and my plans and how if she hadn't shown up, I would be in Massachusetts right now with James and we would be looking at the apartment that we were going to start leasing.It was going to be a fresh start and I was going to be free. And now I was here, brushing my mom's yellowing skin with a wet rag and giving her water when she got thirsty and waiting on her hand and foot because it was the least I could do. I had all of these raging emotions that made no sense, but also made perfect sense in my head. I hated my mother. I hated that I was here. I hated that James didn't go to Massachusetts and that he was in here with me, instead of out with his friends. I hated that with everything she put me through, I couldn't just stand up and leave her to die her slow, miserable death.I felt guilty and angry and sad and everythin