Gone and Reborn

BROKEN

The next few months would prove to be a challenge, she soon found out that even Ally´s presence wasn´t enough to make her feel less lonely. She´d moved in right away after Jo offered her a once in a lifetime chance for a more than awesome place to stay.

But Ally still had a life, a job, a boyfriend and places to be at. While Jo was stuck in the apartment with her memories and her fears most of the day until she got back home. And that is a very long time to be with one´s mind, even worse when said mind is broken as f**k.

So, she would stay in bed as late as she could in an attempt to make her days shorter, even if she wasn’t really having much sleep at all. By now, she was used to it. The nightmares were constant and waking up screaming in terror was a regular occurrence. So, most of the time, she just stared at the ceiling until her eyes shut down with exhaustion, just to wake up a couple hours later, yelling and covered in cold sweat. At least, Ally hadn´t said a word about her outbursts, so she had assumed she was a very heavy sleeper and she was glad about that.

The bed would just spit her out, normally past noon, then she would have some breakfast and spend the rest of her day browsing the internet aimlessly and waiting until Ally came back home. That was the highlight of the pitiful routine she´d come to develop. They would have dinner and chat for hours,drinking beer and just laughing about silly stuff… so much that Jo could almost forget for a minute how miserable she felt in reality, and in that moment, she could pretend she was a normal person.

They would sometimes go to parties or to the rock concerts Ally covered for the magazine she volunteered at and Jo would take a small break from her crappy life. But those moments wouldn´t last for long and soon the shitty loop would just pick up where it was left.

Whenever her nightmares became unbearable, she would try to stay awake for days on end, watching series while lying on her bed until she just passed out from fatigue, her brain shutting down and finally allowing her a little of that so craved rest. Then she would wake up a few days later and the cycle would begin again.

Those were the worst times, whenever she woke up from a dreamless sleep, she would be even jumpier than she was if the nightmares harassed her, because she felt guilty about it. She felt as she was starting to forget… and that scared her the most.

So, when one day she freaked out at Ally just for startling her by touching her shoulder when she was lost in her torturing thoughts. Jo apologized in a rush and stormed to her room. Booking the first flight she could find and grabbing her suitcase without a second thought.

That´s how she found herself after a long week pretending to relax, drinking her fifth margarita at a hotel bar in Cancún. The counter was placed in the outside, right by the pool. Overlooking the fantastic views of the Caribbean Sea. Jo sighed when the sun started going down, finishing her drink and ordering a tequila shot instead.

-So now you´re raising the bets- she heard a male´s voice say behind her and turned to find a slim guy standing there with a smug smile on his lips.

-Glad to see a gringa who has a taste for straight Mexican liquor- he commented- May I join you?

He didn´t wait for a reply and simply sat beside her, his eyes never leaving hers. He rose a finger to the bartender without breaking eye contact and a moment later a glass of cognac was placed before him.

Jo rolled her eyes, unimpressed with his cockiness and returned her attention to her shot, finishing it and asking for another one.

-I´m Jorge- he said unfazed by her attitude, running a hand through his slick dark hair and placing his muscled, tanned arms on the counter- What´s your name, gorgeous?

-Jo- she replied.

He stared at her with curiosity and c****d his head in confusion. Squinting his exotic bright green eyes.

-Jo?- he asked, uncertain- Pardon this ignorant Latino, beautiful… But is that short for something or what?

She sighed and downed her second shot, then turned to look at him with a sardonic smile.

-Listen, Jorge… I´m not really particularly fond of small talk, so why don´t you do yourself a favor and stop the chatter, it is not doing you any good now anyway… Then you can show me the way to your room.

He led her to the penthouse, where Jo watched the fancy furniture with a blank face as he walked calmly to the counter and poured himself a drink.

-Can I offer you anything, sweetheart?- he said after taking a small sip of his glass.

-Not really- she replied boringly, while she started to undo the laces of her bikini top. Let´s cut to the chase Jorge, seduction has never been my thing.

His eyes widened at the sight of her topless figure and he hurriedly put his glass down, charging her and kissing her fiercely.

She pushed him down the bed and got rid of his red bathing trunks, freeing his manhood and smirking, pleased at the size of it.

-Ok, this will do- she whispered and climbed on top of him- Now put on a condom Jorge, I´m not doing you bare skinned.

He blinked a few times, confusedly, before finally reacting and reaching for the nightstand´s drawer, taking out a pack of rubbers and tearing the package hurriedly with his teeth. He lost no time putting it on along his length and when he was done Jo grabbed it and inserted it inside her with no ceremony.

-Damn girl- he hissed excitedly, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her towards him- you´re tight as f**k.

-Shut up Jorge- Jo replied with a hint of annoyance, rolling her eyes and reaching for his hands, getting them off her butt and pinning them to the bed- Don´t you dare to kill my mood.

He became very silent as she power-f****d him with her eyes closed. The only sounds coming out of him were the occasional muffled moan and his heavy grunts every time she descended on his shaft, getting him in deeper and deeper until she let out a loud scream and climaxed.

When she opened her eyes and found him still lying between her legs she fought the urge to just get him out of her and run away, so she forced herself to keep pounding him instead, praying to finish him already and be done with it. A minute later she heard him yell and felt him come.

As soon as that happened she took him out with a sigh of relief and stood up, her juices dripping to her leg. He stared at her in disbelief, still sprawled on the huge bed as she hurriedly put her bathing suit back on and bolted for the door.

-Where are you going gorgeous?- He called out with a needy tone- We were having such a good time!

-Home- she replied opening the door and stepping out- Thanks Jorge, and goodbye.

Jo packed her things up and took the next flight back to the city. She spent the entire duration of it preventing her sleepy eyelids from closing

“Just wait until you get home” She told herself “Then you´ll have some rest”.

She got out of the plane and fetched her van from the airport´s parking lot, then she drove for an hour before reaching the apartment.

It was dark and silent when she opened the door and got inside. Her tired legs barely capable of reaching the couch, where she crashed down and promptly passed out.

The sound of her own yelling woke her up a few hours later and she got startled when she felt a pair of hands grabbing her by the shoulders. Her screams suddenly ceasing when she found Ally holding her tightly.

-Ok hun- Ally said, making her scoot and taking a seat beside her- I think we need to stop pretending this isn´t happening… We´re addressing the elephant in the room. So you´re gonna talk about it.