Authors: Michelle Love
He smiled, his eyes sleepily turned on. ‘For you, always.’ He slipped his fingers into her panties and stroked her. She shivered with desire and sighed. Isaac grinned. ‘I’m just gonna fuck you right here against this door.’ He slid two fingers into her and she gasped as his thumb stroked back and forth against her clit. ‘Tell me what you want to do, beautiful….’
She kissed him ferociously, grinding her hips against his hand. ‘I want to suck that big cock until you come in my mouth, handsome…’
With a growl, he ripped her panties from her as she freed his cock, already so engorged it strained against her hand. He lifted her and impaled her onto it, her soft, wet cunt stretching to
envelop
him. ‘Fuck me hard, Isaac…’
He did, ramming his hips against hers, grinding his lips onto hers. They moved together hungry, feral, clawing at each other until their movements made the door open and they
tumbled
, still fucking, onto the hallway floor.
Sarah knew something was wrong the moment the door opened. A cold draft blew through the house from the kitchen at the far end of the hallway.
‘Sarah? Is everything okay?’
‘I don’t know.’
She disengaged from him, pulling her dress
down and walked
towards the kitchen, Isaac behind her. She saw at once the back door was open. She let out a shaky breath. It had been busted open with something, she guessed a tire iron, a crowbar. Then she saw it. Reflected in the window. It made no sense. Something painted on the wall behind her. She turned and put her hands over her mouth in horror. Isaac looked at her face and turned
with
her.
WHORE
Red paint, dripping. Sarah gasped, humiliated, shaking.
‘Oh my God.’ Isaac was shocked. He put his arms around her and coaxed her onto a chair. She couldn’t say anything. Isaac crouched beside her.
‘I’ll call Finn. Get him over here.’ He stood to go to the phone but she grabbed his hand.
‘No.’ She whispered. ‘No. I don’t want him here, I don’t want him to see this.’
‘But I really think – ‘
‘No.’ Her voice was stronger, determined. ‘Please, Isaac. I couldn’t bear it. Please.’
He looked uncertain then nodded. ‘Okay, but on
condition
you let me deal with this. Go into the other room. I’ll fix you a drink and then I’ll clean this up. You have cleaning products here somewhere?’
She nodded and pointed to the cupboard under the sink. He put his arm around her and steered her into the living room. She let him tuck her into an armchair. She put her head into her hands. A few moments later, she heard him come back into the room.
‘Here.’
Isaac was offering her a glass. She took it and sipped it, wrinkling her nose. Scotch. Isaac smoothed a hand down her hair.
‘It’ll help. Sit here and relax. I’ll be in the kitchen.’
She wanted to protest, to ask him to stay with her but she couldn’t speak. Hurt, shock, humiliation, anger flowed through her.
Whore.
Whoever it was tormenting her had just upped their game. She hadn’t realized it was that easy to get into her house, to get to her. Was she in actual danger? From whom, though? She shook her head and stood, the irritation outweighing the shock now. She went into the kitchen to see Isaac, stripped to the waist, his expensive shirt and jacket hung over a chair, a bucket of soapy water at his feet. He looked up as she came in.
‘You okay?’
She nodded. ‘Yeah, I’m sorry about freaking out. Listen…let’s take a couple of photos, just to have a record.’
Isaac stopped, his fist clenched around a sponge. ‘You sure you don’t want me to call Finn? There might be fingerprints.’
She hesitated then her shoulders slumped. ‘Okay.’
***
Finn sighed. He recognized the writing immediately and cursed out loud. ‘Fucking, fucking woman…’
Sarah, by now calm, and with Isaac’s arms around her, watched him. ‘Dude…I’m kind of relieved if it is Crap-o-line….sorry, I mean,
Caroline
.’
Finn grinned and she heard Isaac’s soft chuckle. Finn looked at Sarah. ‘You wanna press charges?’
She shook her head. ‘I cannot be bothered with all that – just make her pay for the
door
if you can.’
‘I’ll pay for it.’
Sarah frowned at her old friend. ‘You will not.’ She knew Caroline’s family were rich – not that it had done Finn any good – he was too proud to take her money. ‘Caroline can pay – unless she wants her mom and dad to know about this.’
Finn scrubbed his hands through his short blonde curls. Isaac cleared his throat.
‘Any idea why she’s doing this?
Finn shook his head. ‘I really don’t but I’ll talk to her about it. Look, guys, I’m sorry, if it is her, my relationship with her isn’t helping.’
‘Not your fault, buddy.’
Sarah smiled gratefully at Isaac as he clapped her friend on the shoulder. Finn nodded and bade them farewell. Sarah sighed and leaned against Isaac.
‘Well, look. I’ll clean this up and get to the coffee house. You should go, this nonsense shouldn’t interfere with your day.’
Isaac put his arms around her. ‘Forget it, I’m staying.’
‘
Iss
, really. I’m just going to go on as if nothing’s happened.’
Isaac looked unconvinced. ‘But I’m coming back this evening. I don’t want you alone here.’
***
‘She returns!‘ Molly threw herself dramatically across the counter as Sarah entered the coffee house, and feigned a faint. ‘God bless
us
everyone, we are saved!’
Sarah, laughing, hugged her friend. ‘You are a lunatic.’
‘And you – let’s see you properly – ‘Molly held her friend at arm’s length and studied her then nodded satisfactorily, ‘have been screwed good and properly. I can tell.’
Sarah rolled her eyes while going scarlet but she joined in with her friend’s high spirits. It felt good to fool around. ‘You are correct, Ms. Jewell. I have been fucked good and properly, right into next Wednesday. In fact, I need to sit down so you’ll have to do all the work.’
Molly shrugged. ‘What else is new? I’m just kidding.’ She hugged her friend. ‘Good to have you back.’
‘Glad you think so… don’t think everyone will be.’
Quickly she filled Molly in on the vandalism to her house. Molly listened with growing annoyance.
‘That bitch,’ she hissed when Sarah had finished.
‘Yep. Just when you think she couldn’t get any lower.’
Molly chewed this over while Sarah put on her apron and began to work. ‘Hey, Sar…you absolutely sure it was her?’
Sarah shrugged. ‘Finn recognized her handwriting. Besides, I don’t think I’ve pissed anyone else off.’
‘Okay.’
‘Why?’
‘No reason.’
Sarah nodded then went out into the kitchen. Molly mulled over what she’d been told – and what she herself was keeping secret. Finn had finally convinced her that she hadn’t seen Dan Bailey that night but the thought had kept nagging away at her. Then there were the letters that had come to the Varsity while Sarah was away. Molly had them in her apron pocket for three days – she didn’t want to give them to her friend, not after everything.
‘Oh hey…’ Sarah stuck her head out of the kitchen, ‘I’m having a cookout at my place on Saturday – Isaac’s brother and his family are invited. Wanna come? Bring Mike and the kids, it’ll be a family thing.’
Molly smiled. ‘Now that sounds like fun. Want some help setting up?’
Sarah grinned. ‘Oh hell yes.’
***
‘Are you two actually here to help or are you just too much in awe of my twinkle lights?’ Sarah grinned down at them from the loft. Finn and Molly were gazing at the hundreds and hundreds of tiny white lights she’d strung up around the barn next to her house.
‘It looks like Tinkerbell threw up in here.’ Finn ducked as she hefted a piece of wood at him. He grinned and started up the ladder to join her. Sarah grabbed the top of the ladder and pretend to push it over.
‘Give it up, woman.’ He hoisted himself onto the loft beside her. ‘Hi.’ She smiled at him and handed him a staple gun.
An hour later, they went into the house and Sarah fixed sandwiches and lemonade for their lunch. The kitchen smelt of freshly baked bread and cookies, food for the party on every available surface. Finn looked around in astonishment.
‘When do you have time to, I don’t know, sleep?’
‘It’s not much, George’s bringing most of the food.’ She passed him and Molly a plate of cookies then sat down heavily. ‘I am pretty
beat,
though. Hey, do you to mind if I skip out for ten minutes? I need to go to the drugstore, get some aspirin.’
‘
Headache
?’
‘Yep and I have a full evening’s….how can put this…’
Finn demolished his sandwich in two bites. ‘Heavy fucking?’
Molly spat a mouthful of coffee out as Sarah laughed. ‘Yeah, so I have to be on top form.’
‘When’s your boo arriving?’
‘An hour or so. His brother and his family are following him here. Some of his friends are coming too. Look, I’ll be quick at the store.’
‘Go on, go,’ Molly shooed her away.
***
The grocery store on the far side of the island was almost empty. Despite having been to the drugstore for aspirin and swallowing two with some water, her head throbbed with the beginnings of
another
migraine, her vision blurred, and she was nauseous. Sarah grabbed a cart and headed towards the bakery
aisle.
She stopped, closed her eyes, trying to ride out the wave of dizziness. She swallowed, the bitter taste of bile in the back of her throat. It took her a moment to
realize
someone was talking to her. Todd, the trainee baker, greeted her.
‘Hey Sarah, we don’t see you over here often. Hey…you okay? ‘
She smiled weakly at the young man, his clear features clouded with concern. His carefully gelled hair stuck up in a Mohawk. He had been one of Dan’s
favorite
students.
‘I’m fine, Todd. Keeping up with your piano practice I hope?’
Todd grinned, sheepish. ‘Ah, I got a guitar now.
Me
and Zane started a band. Maybe we could play at the coffee house sometime?’
Sarah nodded. ‘Sure thing. Come see me, okay?’
She waved goodbye at him and steered the cart around the rest of the store, still trying to shake
the nausea.
She turned into the breakfast cereal aisle and almost collided with Caroline. She let out a groan before she could stop herself.
Caroline grinned. ‘Hey, slut. Fucked any helpless billionaires lately?’
Sarah wondered if she could batter Caroline senseless with a roll of frozen cookie dough and get away with it. ‘Drop dead, dumbass.’
Caroline’s eyes brightened and she smiled, a strange grimace, almost triumphant.
‘Oh you first, Sarah. You first.’
Sarah pushed past her, irritation making her skin itch. She shoved the cart too hard against the checkout, smiled an apology at the girl behind it as she jumped. A couple of lanes over she could see Caroline talking to two women. They were glancing over and laughing. Sarah gritted her teeth.
Then she saw it.
The shock was icy cold, constricting. Sarah couldn’t look away. She breathed in short gasps. The front page of the
Bugler
. A child, covered in blood, being carried out of a trailer by a cop. Blinded, shell-shocked in the glare of flashlights. Tears. Her tears. Sarah felt her knees give way and she clutched the side of the checkout for support. More photos – the body of a woman with her throat cut. And another picture of Sarah, grown, from the other day. Looking tired and worn down. She couldn’t breathe.
‘Hey, are you okay?’
Somewhere in the turmoil in her
mind,
it registered that the question was one she had been asked too much lately. She couldn’t stop looking at the photo of her mother, her eyes staring, mouth screaming silently. Sarah pushed herself away from the checkout, abandoning her cart and staggered out of the door. Behind
her,
she heard the catcalls and hysterical laughter of Caroline and her friends.
She made it to the door of the store before she threw up.
At Sarah’s house, George’s face made Molly rock back as the elderly man jumped out his car, waving a newspaper.
‘Hey, hey what’s up?’ Molly went to greet him. He was out of breath, and she guided him into a chair. He caught his breath but without a word, handed her the newspaper. Molly took it. Her hand flew to her mouth.