Contradiction - Easy Ash (always you kirsty moseley .txt) 📗

To the second story, I hurry with Lizzie, turning corners, fast. To a room, the very last door. A rec room. I lock the door and hug her. "It's okay, it'll be fine."

 

"Why is he mad at me?" She cries.

 

"Aww, sweetie, he's not mad at you. Look, you wanna play a game." I trick her into stop crying, walking her to pinball machine. Lizzie hit at buttons while I slough to the floor, running my hands through my hair. Checking Twitter and finding Strive Treat trending. I click and read retweets and captions from users:

 

Fucking disgusting 

 

Cancel StriveTreat

 

Is this real?

 

Wow just wow, all those girls

THIRTY ONE: Depressed

 AMANDA P.O.V

 

I booked a hotel room and managed to guide an unresponsive Lex to go with me. He was like a puppet, a rag doll, he only moved when literally moved. In the bathroom, I washed his hands and took of his shirt all while he stared at the floor. He was jacked...so toned, so tight, his arms bulging with muscles. I noticed it before I just didn't dwell on it in my mind. With a towel I cleaned his chest. Half shy to remove his pants. It's been a while...and what if he got offensive with me doing so. Clumsily, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. This part of him I seen already so I wasn't too nervous to remove his pants. I averted my eyes from a large lump, poking out from his undies. I wipe blood from his chest, soaking up the towel with a bar. The using a dry one to dry him off. I wrapped a robe around him and led him to the bed. Placing him down like a drowsy kid. I lay beside him. Staring into eyes buried by guilt, hurt, regret, pain, and mourning. God, he loved her, of course he did, Lizzie was bright and beautiful and change to do good.

 

I know enough about mental issues to know that he needed professional. Medicine for a chemical imbalance even, and also for depression. He was a somewhere else, maybe even mirroring an more soothing memory in his head to get away, To demand denial. I take two fingers to his eyes. Closing them. Or he's just in shock and I'm over analyzing. 

 

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In the morning and wake and find him watching me. A few tears down his cheeks. "Where is she?" 

 

"She being prepared for a funeral."

 

"I want to see her."

 

"I think you need another day to cope. She was taken away so fast, one more day, please?"

 

He gets out of bed and looks for something on the floor. "Where are my clothes?" 

 

"They were covered in blood I threw them away."

 

He punched the wall, leaving a dent in it, I jump up, slowly easing to him. "Lex." I hug him. His arms stay at his side, his body vibrates. I feel his need to see her, his urgency, because I wants to see her too. Although she wouldn't have her light. "I'll order breakfast."

 

"Bill...."

 

"The police are looking for him."

 

"Where's my gun?"

 

I think back to where I put it. It was at the safe house. In the kitchen in the highest cabinet. "It's at the house, but the police will handle things."

 

He goes blank again, staring at the wall. 

 

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The next day, we go to see Lizzie. At noon, we view her body. I'm a pink dress and a white flower in her hands. Closed eyes. Pale. Unrecognizable. Stiff. I ball into sobs. She's actually dead. Right here I'm front of us. I look over at Lex, his eyes fixate on her hair. Probably to help him bare with her corpse. A familiar technique of most people in mourning, to stare at a place that is less painful than the face. I had done the same thing my with my parents, only difference is it didn't help, their bodies were bloated. Full of water. Cold as ice and pale as the moon. 

 

"Tell me about your parents?" 

 

My mouth goes dry. "My mom was a painter and my dad was pianist. He worked as a lawyer but he wasn't boring at all. Everyday after work he played for me. My mom drew portraits of me a lot. I left them at home though. I wasn't ready to see her art again."

 

"I'm not ready to look at her face again."

 

I take his hand. "I know."

 

....

 

Later, at night, I call my grandparents.

 

"It's Mandy, hi honey bunny, how are you enjoying your summer vacation?" My grandma sings.

 

I force energy as I pace the hotel room. The shower runs beyond the bathroom door. Lex. "It's fun I'm with a friend, but never-mind that, how are you guys?"

 

"The sea is so beautiful, your grandad got sick, the old wimp, I've been sunbathing and getting spa treatments and tasting exotic foods."

 

I laugh and smile big, feeling relief wash over me. "So you guys are safe."

 

"Yes, of course, why wouldn't we be safe dear?"

 

"No reason, I'm just checking, I miss you both and I love you so much, I promise to visit when your trip is over, as soon as you two back, okay." 

 

"We would love that, we love you too."

 

"We do love you." My grandad adds.

 

...

 

At midnight I turn on the light and find Lex glancing out the window. "What's wrong?"

 

"Can't sleep." 

 

"Oh." I sit up. "Do you wanna talk?" 

 

"No." 

 

I get out of bed at go to him. "Are you sure? You need to talk to someone about what's on your mind and how you're feeling. I'm here, just remember that, I'm here and I care."

 

"You care?" 

 

"Yes." I say confused. "I instantly bonded with her, like it was destined for me too. I know you saw that."

 

"I know you did, I saw." He takes my hand and pulls me close, close enough to feel his breathe, to touch the tip of his nose. I inhale roughly. "How much do you care about me?"

 

I pause, my mind racing. No. No. Tell him not in this way...say it. But he's so sad...my mind splits into an argument. He needs something to ground him. Someone to help him cope. But I'm not ready...not since high school and that jock, not since I was raped. I shake my head. "I'm sorry."

 

"Please?"

 

"That's too much to ask of me." 

 

His weak eyelids droop. "It'll help me sleep." Before I could respond, he lifts my chin up. Drawing his lips to mine, slowly, slow enough that I could think, do I want to? Do I care about him like that? Am I feeling bad for him? Am I just another girl who wants to try to fix damaged goods? He nears closer, cupping my face in his palms. "Bring me back to life." I melt.

THIRTY TWO: Emotional

 

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LEX P.O.V

 

I watch her sigh and shiver with goosebumps as I draw closer, placing my hands on her sides, on her love handles. To my surprise she goes in for the kiss, attacking my lips with her's, vigorously. Draping her hands around my neck and pulling me in. Her breathing heavy. We makeout, hot and heavy. Smacking like crazy. Yes, I needed this, I needed her...needed saving. I grab her legs and tangle them around my waist, leaning her back and attacking her neck, down to her breast with fast smooches and bites. I take off her shirt and her bra with one swoop. 

 

Amanda goes for my pants, unzipping them. I put her down and turn her around, pulling off her shorts and lacy blue panties, running my hand up to her nipples, while playing with her wet cherry with the other, huffing into her ear. She moans and jerks against me hard. I circle her cunt with two fingers, feeling some wetness squirt out. I drop my pants and underwear, kicking them off, placing her against the wall and wedging in, riding softly. She was so tight, her flesh gripped around my dick like glue. I grunt when she continues to jerk against me. Amanda rests her hands on the wall, arching her back and lifting one leg. Damn baby.  She plops into me, sighing loud. We play tug of war. My fingers clutch at her pretty red hair, my other hand squeezing her ass. I feel cum rising up like before, when I first saw her. 

 

"AAAHH!" I fuck her ass, moaning like a bitch. Our skins clapping and smelling up the room. I feel her cum a little, I think of a position that make her rain. I take her leg down and switch places, getting into the capricorn position. Propping myself upside down on the wall and sitting her upwards on-top of me, taking that ass and pushing it up and down. Hard. Amanda's juices drips down in streams, her moans in heat and rising into a scream. I watch her cum trail my abs, getting hard at the sight of it. I go harder, the slapping intensifies. Going squashier.

 

 I take my dick out of her, dropping her pussy to my face, licking up the cream. Swallowing. Amanda grunts, crazed, leaning forward and blowing me. Fuck. We eat each other. Making wet noises with our mouths, tasting heaven. "MMM!" Her pink lips hug me. Her warm mouth taking me in, deep into her throat. Sucking like a lollipop. My eyes widen in pleasure as she goes on taking the life from me. Rougher and rougher she goes, getting my tip raw and sore. I let out a loud. Moaning loud. "OOHH!!" I hear her swallow. Gulping.

 

Next, I lay her on the bed, raising her feet to behind my neck, and kissing down her legs, my hands rubbing her nipples, while my dick teases along her front and bottom hole. I watch her close her weak eyes, her mouth wide. I put my finger into it, then lean down and French kiss her, sharing my tongue, tasting both of our juices tangle together on contact. Slurping and groaning in unison. 

 

I stand on the bed, bend my legs, elevating her body up, so that only her head is flat on the surface. I drill into her, thrusting, shaking the bed and thudding it against the wall. Her hands cross around my ankles, sliding up and scratching. "OOHH!!" Amanda screams when I vibrate inside her. Craving more, hissing through her teeth.

 

Like a ninja, she forces her lower half out of my trap and sits me down, doing a split on top of me and bouncing. Amanda takes my hands to her neck, ringing