7Eva - Criminal, Part 3
//I know tomorrow brings the consequence at hand
But I keep livin' this day like the next will never come//
Ohshit. I open my eyes and he's slumped on top of me- his weight crushing me in the most pleasant of ways- post-coital. My hands are clutching him to my chest and I'm finally breathing but my head is spinning, my legs relaxed and flopped to the sides like frog legs. "Shit," I whisper, still trying to wrap my head around what just happened. That *never* happened before. I *never* lost control like that and it scares me. I've *never* passed out- never felt need that bad. Fuck.
"I agree," he says, kissing my neck. I become more aware of his body as I come back to my senses. He's still inside me- his blood is betraying us both and slowly leaving his dick and so his cock is slowly leaving me empty. He lifts his head from the crook of my neck and kisses me softly. "I ain't *never* met a girl like you, Eva. Never had a girl come *so* hard- like that. Was it- me? Or is that just-"
"How I am?" I finish his question and shrug my shoulders. "I don't know- maybe just the combo of- I don't know. It was just… intense and-"
"OHMYGOD!!!!" Someone screams after I hear the door open. Dammit.
Shit- he jumps off me and this is a bad situation for him. I mean… publicly? I jump up quick and look at- fuck. It's Ben.
"I *knew* it!" He says, coming in. "You fucking *whore*."
I pull my skirt down and grab my shirt and quickly pull it on as Em pulls his jeans back up, his back to the door and grabs his shirt. I don't blame him. I wouldn't want just *anyone* to see my stuff either- if I were famous.
"You'd throw yourself at anyone, wouldn't you?" Ben continues and where is my damn thong?
"Shut up, Ben, just because you-" I look over at him and my thong is dangling from his index finger. "Give ito me."
"*Beg* me for it," he says, staring at me. And with the attention he's paying me- I don't think he realizes who was with me. And Em hasn't turned around again.
"*Fuck* you, Ben," I spit at him.
"You probably *would* too," he says cruelly looking up and down my body. "Unfortunately… I don't go slummin' with *puta* *spics*."
I bite my bottom lip *hard* so I don't kill him. That's only like… *the* worst thing he could have said to me. "You're probably not even *worth* it- fuck so many guys you couldn't even *keep* a dick inside you."
"*Give* it to me," I say, trying *not* to cry.
"This is the price you pay for your little… stunt earlier. Get the fuck out of our house, Cocksucker. Only thing you're good at, from how Randy tells it. Now get out- and try not to *fuck* anything on your way out, horny Cunt."
I taste the tang of blood in my mouth as I break through the skin of my inner bottom lip. I walk by him on my way to the door and he smacks my ass hard as I go.
"Fuckin' *whore*- that word is too *good* for you."
He follows me out and at least he didn't get on Em's case because this would be *really* bad in the press and Ben's such an ass- he would go shouting it from the rooftops.
He kicks my ass as I go down the stairs and I can*not* get out of here quick enough.
I don't care about Jane- I'm sure Kenny will get her home.
Just as I get to the door, Ben grabs my waist and yanks me back against him and thrusts his dick against my ass. "Don't bother coming back… unless you-" his hand slips under my skirt and he grabs my sex viciously before finishing "you wanna do us *all*- we'll fuck your pussy up good- fill you like the fuckin' slut you are… fuckin' white trash- we'll call you rent-a-cunt." And then he pushes me out onto the porch and I fall to my knees.
He slams the door behind me and I can't help but cry.
And Mami *wonders* why I use 'em the way I do… if you don't use *them*- they'll *use* you and it hurts too much.
I practically run back to our dorm and slam the door behind me before diving on my bed. God… why am I such a- whore? He's right. God… so what if I don't get *paid*- I'm still for rent.
I throw my shoes across the room into the closet and tear my skirt and shirt off so I can bury myself under my covers. God… why did I let him *hurt* me like that?
<Knock. Knock.>
"GO AWAY!" I say after inhaling a deep breath to even my voice out. I don't wanna deal with anyone.
<Knock. Knock.>
"*GO* *AWAY*!" I scream.
<KNOCK. KNOCK.> More insistent.
Fine. I get up and pull on a pair of sweatpants and a big bulky hoody. "I said- GO AWAY!" I say as I yank open the do-
"I'm *sorry*," he says and I turn away quick to wipe my eyes a bit. "I should've… said something. It's just-"
"I just wanna be alone," I tell him before starting to close the door.
He stops it and says, "Please? Lemme stay for a bit… to explain that-"
"I know… I know- publicly- bad situation- fucking a nineteen year old kid at a frat party- whatever. It's fine."
"No- it's not… well- maybe part of it. But… if I had turned around… I think I woulda *killed* him… and I can't get arrested again. He was… *beyond* out of control and I have such a temper in the right situation and-"
"You don't have to explain. I just really wanna be alone." God- I just wanna cry and I can't *do* that in front of anyone. I hate crying.
"Well I'm not leave you alone right now because you're not okay."
"LOOK," I growl. "Your part is *over*, okay? Thanks for the ride, but your transaction has been completed. You can walk away guilt free. And if you can't- then just leave a hundred under the door." And then I slam the door in his face and lock it before crawling back into bed.
8
//Oh help me but don't tell me to deny it
I've got to cleanse myself of all these lies that I'm good enough for him//
"Ya know- it's a beautiful day out," Jane says softly. "C'mon- aren't you hungry?"
I just groan and turn back over toward the wall. I don't wanna get up. I don't wanna do anything.
I don't care if it's 'beautiful' out. Fuck. I hate my life. Wanna know why I like sex so much? Because it's the only time I can get out of my fuckin' body. Because when you've got a guy groaning and inside you… it doesn't matter who the fuck you are- you just *feel* good and for fifteen or twenty minutes- you *cease* to *exist*.
"Well- I'm gonna go shower. I'll be back."
Good. GO. Please leave!
I don't know when she got home last night- I don't know what time it was. I was asleep by that time. Sleep is one of the only other escapes I've got. So I fall asleep again.
When I wake up, I hear her at her desk typing on her computer. God… isn't she lucky? Knows exactly who she is and what she wants and doesn't get involved in this stuff. Never had any problems… lucky bitch.
"How'd it go with Kenny?" I ask softly, still facing my wall.
"Oh- good, you're up. We… uh- had a really nice time. I like him. He's *really* nice. We're gonna catch a movie later."
She has a date. A *date*.
"Good. I'm glad for you."
I've never had a date. Never just hung with a guy for hours while talking or watching TV. Well… there was that *one* time with Andy. We wanted to see how long we could fuck without coming. So… I just… rode him all afternoon while we watched a movie and talked about school or sex… it was actually… *nice*. Not really rushed- at least for the first two hours… I liked Andy. He was always kind. And probably the only one besides Em that knew how to get me off without instruction.
"It's… one o'clock. You gonna get up today?" I feel her weight on my bed and she pulls the covers down off my head. "You okay?" She asks, running a hand through my hair.
"Fine."
"What happened last night? I started lookin' for you and you were gone."
"Just didn't feel like stayin'."
"Ben was runnin' around with your thong- sayin' he- *had* you last night. Did he hurt you?"
"We didn't- he and I… he just-" I sigh and pull the covers back over my head. "Just let it go. I just need to sleep for a while."
"Okay," she says. "Sure you won't come for lunch?"
"Yeah," I whisper.
God dammit- what *was* that last night? And now Ben's runnin' around sayin' *he* was the one in the room with me- I guess that's fine. Better him than opening up that can of worms for Em.
God- I fucked Eminem last night. Marshall… whatever.
<Ring. Ring.>
"Hello?" I say, picking up the phone.
"¡Mija!"
"¡Mami! ¿Qué tal?" ("What's up?")
"Bien- Baby- ¿estás bien?" ("Nothin'. Are you okay?")
"Yeah, Mami, I'm okay."
"Me pareces triste." ("You seem sad.")
"No, Mami, I'm not sad. Just tired. ¿Qué quieres?" ("What do you want?") And it's sort of… nice to hear her ramble on about how they miss me. And it actually *sounds* like she means it and isn't calling to rag on me about what I've been doing (or *who*) in my free time from class. Ten minutes later though… something just… all of a sudden becomes very clear to me. I don't know why my *mother* would be the one to give me that 'eureka' moment. But- "Pues, tengo que irme, Mami. Tengo planes con Jane. Sí... te quiero también... bien. Adios..." ("Well- i have to go. I have plans with Jane. Yes... I love you too. Bye.")
I hang the phone up.
I have something to do.
Ben's wrong.
I am *not* a whore.
And I'm gonna prove it.
9
//I've got a lot to lose and I'm bettin' high
So I'm beggin' you before it ends just tell me where to begin//
I look myself over in the mirror.
I just *know* Jane's gonna freak when she gets home and finds my note. But- I have to do this. I have to know.
Forty-dollar round trip train ticket and one hour later- we're rolling into Detroit. I figure this is the best place to-
God- Jane's gonna flip. All my note said is: gotta check on something in Detroit- be back by Monday.
I glance at myself again. I got my hair teased a bit with heavy eye make-up and my favorite heels- Jane called them my hooker heals so I thought it was appropriate. Mini-skirt and a slutty looking tank top with jacket. Okay.
A few hours later- it's six o'clock and I've found… a desolate corner. Not like it's hard to find- because this place is so sad. But this street has a few bars on it and… I figure it's as good as any.
I stand for a couple hours looking around and if my mother knew I was *here*- but… I have to know. Ben's wrong. I'm *not* for rent. I'm not a whore. SO what if I like sex? So what if I sleep around? There's a difference between being a hooker and… me. Maybe I *am* a slut- but sluts don't sell it. I'm not a whore and I'm gonna prove it.
Fuck- here's my chance.
A car pulls up to me and he rolls the window down. "Hey, Doll… what's a gorgeous thing like you doin' here by yourself?" He's probably forty or older. Not *horrid* looking- but…
"Got no plans tonight," I shrug.
"I'm goin' to a club for a drink. Wanna come?"
"Sure," I shrug and hop in the car. Ohgod- what am I doing? No- I'm just… having a drink with someone right now.
"So… how old are you?"
"Old enough," I answer. "I'm in college. Just visiting Detroit a bit."
"That'll do it," he says before he places his hand on my thigh. SHIT. I can't do this. This is… *not* *me*. Fuck. I jump and he pulls his hand away. "Sorry."
Ohgod- I have to… "On second thought- I really should get going. Can you pull over?"
"Nah- this is a bad place, Honey. We'll get to the club and have a drink, like we said."
"I really think not. Please just pull over."
Instead of listening- he puts an arm around my waist and pulls me *over* to him. God I was *so* stupid. He grabs my hand and puts it on his dick. "I think *this* is what you want, Doll. Just relax." He *holds* my hand there and he's strong. He's nearly crushing my hand and WHAT WAS I THINKING?!
Hey- at least… I got my answer. I'm not a whore. I'm *not*. I can't do this. I can't have sex for money. I TOLD him he was wrong!
Of course- it won't matter because I'll probably be murdered tonight.
Okay- think. Just think. I gotta… get out of this car. How? I gotta get him to relax his grip on m- ah ha. I cringe as I start to rub him.
"Yeah… that's it, Pussy," he says, holding my wrist tight- I'm gonna have a bruise from that. "Here," he says. He stops at a light and unzips his pants before shoving my hand inside them. Fuck. I bit my tongue and fake smile while I start jacking him off. Ohgod- I'm not gonna cry.
Shit. Okay… make it good. That's what I have to do because it's working… he's starting to pant a bit and his grip on my wrist has eased up a bit.
"Didn't I tell ya?"
"Yeah," I say sexily. Okay- there's a red light in three blocks. Please stay red, please stay red. I move my hand more- rub the slit with my thumb and… he let's my wrist go completely. I glance, out of the corner of my eye, to make sure the door is unlocked and it is. No power locks either- it's an old car. I let my bag go- if I have to sacrifice my jeans and t-shirt- I will.
It's still red! It's still red… okay- he starts slowing down and has his hand on my thigh. FUCK. I squeeze his dick with all the strength I have and he screams out in pain and I use the distraction to throw the door open and jump out, grabbing my bag as I go.
"HEY! BITCH!"
Shit. He slams on the breaks and- there's only one other car on the road. I start running toward it- it's two blocks away and the guy is out of his car and running after me. FUCK. I can't run in these damn shoes- but I don't know how I do. Ohgod- the car is speeding up and it stops two feet from where I am.
"GET IN!" The guy screams- of course, from one murderer/rapist to another I suppose.
I- don't- believe- it.
Shit. I jump in and slam the door and we speed away.
Part 4
Author: crazyevildru@yahoo.com
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