The Sinful Bond

Rude Awakening

After a day full of chick flicks and Natalie combing my hair and pampering me, she’s f*****g cleaning. I’m mad at her for it, mad at myself because I cannot force myself to do it.

She walks over and brings a straw to my draw lips,

“Take a drink, you have to.” She demands. I do myself the favor of sucking down half the glass. I know I’m dehydrated, my muscles ache from lack of use, my head pounds from lack of nicotine.

I catch her eye and nod towards my pack of cigarettes.

“Only if you sit up.” She says, putting w hands on her hips. I let out an airy groan but she understands. Grabbing me under my arm she pulls me into a sitting position, putting a cigarette between her lips and lighting it and lighting a second one for me.

I’ve never seen her smoke before, maybe there is a lot more to Natalie than I realized, or maybe I’m always too caught up in my own bullshit to really listen to her.

She always seems so happy and full of life, I never took the time to consider that maybe she’s in pain too.

She brings the cigarette to my mouth and the migraine instantly fades, a calmness washes over me like a cool wave.

She throws a blanket over my lap and interlocks her fingers in mine, laying her head on my shoulder.

“You’re too beautiful for this kind of pain, I was always too scared to say that to you.” She informed.

What does that mean? Heat flushed my cheeks and tingles shoot to my toes.

“Do what you will with that information.” She chuckled nervously, “I’ll make supper before James’s arrival back.” She cleared her throat and excused herself to kitchen, taking our finished cigarettes to the ashtray.

Natalie likes me? Like is attracted to me? I’ve never thought too much into anything with another girl, destroying men was my vice. Plus i have only ever seen her with guys. That couldn’t be what she was insinuating.

A moment later James appears through the front door, flowers in hand, like a gentle giant.

I see him whispering to Natalie and they converse back and forth silently so I imagine it’s about me. She takes the flowers from him and pulls a vase out of the cabinet.

“How are you?” He asks pushing up his glasses. Hot as f**k, because you make it 30 degrees hotter just by entering the room.

“Still not talking are we?” I shift my eyes away to the floor, he leans in close to my ear and whispers,

“Keep up this silent treatment, and I’ll f**k the voice right back into you.” Kissing my cheek he heads for my bathroom.

Who the f**k does he think he is? He’s going to pay for that comment. I’m still in charge, I’m the aggressor, the master here.

Anger rushes through my veins heating my frozen muscles bringing back my ability to move my toes and fingers. Soon it will spread throughout, just a matter of time now.

Natalie perches her ass on the coffee table in front of me, trying to put a spoon to my lips. I shake my head resisting.

“Come on Molly, you need to eat.” She demands.

“No.” I say. “I’m not hungry, thanks.” I say.

“Well look at that, she speaks again.”

Fucking smartass, she’s getting too big for her pink bows.

I stretch my legs out, moving my ankles, I haven’t walked in two days, this should be interesting. I wiggle to the edge of the couch and try to push myself up onto my feet. Wobbling I almost fall over but Natalie catches me bringing me almost nose to nose.

Hot air passes between us, her heartbeat increases in her neck.

“I..I should go.” She said in a hushed tone.

“Do you want to go?” I ask.

“No.” She giggled nervously.

“Then stay, party with us.” I say, walking to the closet and pull out actual underwear and material shorts and a band tee. I catch her gaze a few times as I underdress and change.

James emerges in his sweats and my Buckcherry T-shirt.

“James can you run to the corner store and get some tequila? We’re making lemon drops.” I ask.

“Should you drink right now?” He asks.

I shot him a daring glare and he just raises his hands. “You got it princess.”

“You got him wrapped him around your pretty little finger don’t you?” Natalie asks.

“You think my fingers are pretty?” Her face turns beat red. “Come here.” I tell her.

She stands up straightening her dress and walks over to me. I pull out shorts and a tee from my closet and unzip the back of her dress.

Her breath hitched as the goosebumps rose on her skin.

“This will be much more comfortable.” I tell her.

She nods nervously and steps out of her dress, Her skin is toned and tan and flawless, unlike my ghostlike complexion covered in scars. Her laced pink bra and underwear makes her look even darker.

She slips into my clothes, they fit like a glove, and she looks damn good in them. I pull the bows off the end of her long brown braids, unraveling them, her hair tricks down past her ass in waves.

“Isn’t that so much better?” I ask.

“Yes, to be honest, that dress was killing me.” She confessed.

She follows me into the kitchen and we pull out the ice and lemons.

“You two look cozy.” James says, walking in sitting down the bottle of José. “Can I talk to you for a minute Molly?”

“Go, I’ll make the drinks.” Natalie says.

I follow him into the bathroom closing the door behind us.

“Is Natalie staying?” He asks, leaning against the sink.

“Would that be a problem?” I ask folding my arms.

“No I’ve just been dying to get my hands on you for days.” He said, pulling me closer.

“So has she.” I inform.

“What are you talking about.” He chuckled.

“She wants to f**k me.”

“Do you want to?” He asks stiffly.

“Do you want me to?” I grin.

“I might get jealous.” He admits.

“That’s the idea baby boy.” I grip the back of his hair, tugging. He winced and let out a deep growl.

I giggled opening the medicine cabinet behind him grabbing what was left of my coke, sniffing some, then offering it over to him, which he readily accepted.

We make our way back to the living room where Natalie is sitting with our drinks, I put on a Sleep Token album and spark a smoke, dulling the draining of coke running down the back of my throat. Washing it down with a shot.

I perched up between James and Natalie, by back against his chest and my leg wrapped around her waist.

“Let’s get f****d up.” She says, downing a drink, I laugh and throw mine back as well, while James babysits his.

“Aw, James. Don’t you want to have fun with us?” I ask.

“Someone has to watch you two.” He replies.

We both bust out laughing.

“Dance with me?” Natalie asks pulling me up to my feet.