Authors: Marisa Logan
Chapter 8
“Mom?” Jenny stared in mute shock. “What are you doing here?”
“What in the blazes are you wearing?” Her mother grabbed the lapel of her leather jacket and tugged on it, her mouth twisted in disgust. “Cover yourself up this instant! Can you imagine the ideas you're putting into the heads of all these impressionable young boys.”
Jenny was planning on putting some ideas into a certain boy's head, but she had to get rid of her mother first. “Mom, go home. I can't believe you! You really came all the way down here?”
“I'm taking you home.” Her mother grabbed her by her wrist. “This place is clearly the devil's workshop.” She looked around at all the cosplayers. One man dressed as a demon with red skin and horns bared his teeth at her. She grimaced and headed for the door, pulling Jenny along.
“No! I'm not going anywhere with you.”
Jenny yanked her wrist from her mother's hand. As she did so, the box of condoms fell to the floor.
Her mother stared at it, her face going pale. “Jennifer Marie Campbell, just what are you doing up here? I didn't raise my daughter to be a dirty whore!”
“You didn't 'raise' me at all.” Jenny snatched the condoms back off the floor. “You made me raise the kids, and I had to teach myself everything.”
“Jennifer...”
“No, Mom!” Jenny glared at her mother, her fists clenched. “You're so deluded. You think people here are really worshiping the devil?” She gestured around at all the cosplayers, most of whom were staring at them. “They're just people, Mom. People having a fun time. People who know more about how to embrace life than you ever will. For God's sake, you barely ever even leave the house, and you keep your kids cooped up in there with you. That's no way to live!”
“Jennifer, you will
not
speak to me this way.”
“Or what?” Jenny leaned forward, challenging her mother to do anything about it. “What are you going to do? I'm nineteen. I can do what I want.”
“I won't have a filthy whore living under my roof.” Her mother glared at her with a deadly gaze.
“Well then maybe I won't live under your roof anymore!”
She turned and stalked away. Several people in the crowd started clapping. More people joined in, and soon they were applauding her as she stormed off, leaving her mother shouting behind her. She didn't know if the people thought this had been some sort of show for the convention, or if they were just proud of her for standing up to her mother. Either way, it felt empowering.
She went upstairs and knocked on Jeremy's door. As soon as he opened it, she grabbed him and pushed him into the room, kissing him.
He returned the kiss, stumbling backwards. He raised his hands, holding them as if he weren't sure whether to push her away or pull her closer. She pinned him against the wall, pressing her body against his.
“Wait,” he said, breathless. “Jen, slow down. Let's slow down, okay?”
He looked up at her, breathless. She was sure he was more experienced than her; he'd mentioned one or two ex-girlfriends before. But right then, she didn't care about her lack of experience. She wasn't going to be the shy, sheltered virgin anymore.
“Do you want me?” She looked into his eyes, letting him see her hunger.
“Yes. Of course.”
“Then shut up and take me.”
He didn't argue with her any more after that.
***
She sat awake for a time, watching Jeremy sleep. Part of her couldn't believe what she'd just done. Another part of her didn't understand why so many people feared this, or called it a sin. With the way some people talked about sex, she had built it up in her mind as this monumental, life-changing thing that would turn her into something else, some heathen sinner that would never be the same. But it had been something simpler than that. Something more pure. A melding of two souls. A series of moments, shared in the most intimate way, where nothing else mattered. Jenny had forgotten all about her mother, about her troubles at home, about anything else in the world except this experience she was sharing with another living soul. For that short time, nothing else at all had mattered.
She pulled one of the sheets off the bed, leaving Jeremy snoozing under a thick blanket, and sat in the chair by the window. She looked out over the city, watching as the sun slowly rose, bathing her in its warm, renewing light. She hadn't been transformed by this night. But she did feel cleansed. Like she'd finally cast off her worries and realized that whatever she wanted in the world was hers, if she only had the nerve to reach out and take it.
She huddled there in the chair, wrapped in the sheet, and thought about what would be in store for her when she went back home and tried to fit herself back into her old, mundane life.
Chapter 9
When Jeremy woke up, they showered, then got dressed to head back down to the convention. Jenny wore her new convention t-shirt, though she didn't know what else to wear with it. She didn't want to dress up in her costume again, and like it or not, she only owned skirts, not pants. She silently made a vow that as soon as she got out of her mother's house and did her own shopping, it would be all pants, all the time.
She pulled out a clean skirt, frowning at it. It looked far too frumpy and concealing. It just wouldn't do at all.
“Do you have some scissors?” she asked Jeremy.
“Umm, yeah. Well, little ones.” He dug into his bag and pulled out a Swiss army knife. There was a little pair of scissors attached, though they wouldn't do for cutting through cloth.
Jenny took the knife and flipped open the biggest blade on it. Jeremy stared as she sliced a big slit through her skirt. Once she had it started, she grabbed the cloth from both sides and ripped. She used the scissors to cut off the stray threads, then pulled on the skirt.
“Wow,” she said, looking at herself in the mirror. “That is short.”
“Very short,” Jeremy said.
Jenny smoothed the cutoff skirt and looked at it from several angles. It barely covered her ass. Which, she decided, was pretty much perfect.
“Let's go.” She flashed Jeremy a smile and gave him a kiss.
They had a continental breakfast down in the main dining room, along with the other conventioneers who had stayed the night in the hotel. Things were fairly slow this early in the morning, but there were plenty of events still to be seen later in the day. Jenny and Jeremy enjoyed the quiet time together, sitting close and holding hands as they ate. Then they moved to one of the lounges and cuddled together on a sofa. Jenny leaned against Jeremy, with his arms wrapped around her. She felt warm, and safe, and more relaxed than she ever remembered being before.
“I'm really glad you came up here,” Jeremy said, stroking her hair.
“Me too.”
“So, umm. What happens next?”
“What do you mean?” She twisted around in his arms to peer up at him.
“I mean, with us. After this weekend.”
Jenny turned back around and leaned her head against Jeremy's shoulder. She didn't know the answer to that question. She knew that soon, Jeremy would have to head home to Philadelphia. And she'd have to go back to her mother.
“I don't want to think about it right now,” she said.
“Okay. Whatever you want.”
They spent the rest of the day together, enjoying the time they had. They stood in line for autographs, sneaking kisses when no one else was looking. They got seats for the movie screening, though halfway through they stopped paying attention to the film and started making out. At the end, the film producers sent around questionnaires to find out what everyone thought so they could make edits before the real premiere. Jenny fumbled her way through half the questions, since she had no idea how the movie had ended.
As the day wore on, Jenny realized she wouldn't be able to avoid the inevitable. When she knew she couldn't put it off any longer, she checked the bus schedules on her phone. She had a number of missed texts and voice mails from her mother, but she deleted them all without reading them.
“I can take the last bus of the day,” she told Jeremy. “I want to get as much time together as possible.”
He pulled her into his arms and leaned his cheek against hers. “This won't be the last time we get together. We'll see each other again.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
After dinner, they went upstairs to clean up and pack. Halfway through packing they took each other into a warm embrace. Jenny clung to Jeremy for as long as she could, not wanting the weekend to end. But she knew that sooner or later, she had to let go.
She shoved her costume into her bag and zipped it up. They headed downstairs and Jeremy drove her to the bus station. Before she got on the bus, he pulled out his wallet. “I want to make sure you have enough for cab fare from the bus station to your house.”
“You don't need to do that.” She wrung her hands, ashamed that she needed to accept anyone's help. She barely had enough cash left to pay for her return ticket, however, so she didn't see any way around it.
“You can pay me back when you come visit me in Philly,” Jeremy said with a wink. “You'll love it there. We have the art museum from
Rocky.”
“I've never seen
Rocky.”
“You're kidding, right?” He frowned and scratched his head. “How could your mom not let you see
Rocky?
There's no witches or anything remotely devil-like.”
“Too violent, I guess.” Jenny shrugged.
“All right.” He took her hands. “Then when you come visit, we'll have a
Rocky
movie marathon and go to the art museum.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
They kissed, then she held him for as long as she could, until the bus was about to leave without her. She climbed aboard and found her seat, then watched out the window as the bus pulled away and Jeremy was left behind.
She managed to hold back her tears until he was out of sight.
Chapter 10
Jenny's trip home was mostly uneventful. The bus ride was boring, except for a brief bit of drama when a man in the back had to be escorted off the bus for lewd behavior. She called a cab for a ride from the bus station to home, and ended up with a little bit of Jeremy's cash leftover. She tucked it away into a pocket in her backpack, determined to pay him back the next time she saw him.
When she got out of the cab, she stared at the dark house. It was very late, and she was sure the kids would be asleep. She thought about whether to wake her mother up and tell her she was home, or let her sleep and face her wrath in the morning. Putting off the inevitable encounter seemed like the best idea, especially since she didn't want to deal with her mother without getting a good night's sleep first.
She unlocked the door as quietly as she could and slipped into the house. Her mother was asleep on the couch. Jenny tiptoed past her and into her bedroom, then shoved her backpack under her bed and climbed under the covers.
“You're home,” Kathy whispered from across the room.
“Yeah.”
“Mom's super pissed at you.”
Jenny studied her sister's expression in the dark room. Kathy was the only one of her siblings that was old enough to really understand what was going on. Cassie was so young that she would probably only know that Jenny was “in trouble,” without understanding the deeper nuances involved in Jenny's search for freedom and personal growth. And while Mark was getting old enough to understand such things, he probably didn't know anything about sex yet, and so he wouldn't really know what Mom had essentially caught Jenny doing.
“Everything's going to be fine,” Jenny whispered. “Mom will get over it.”
Kathy was silent for a long while. Jenny thought she had fallen asleep, but then she asked, “Did you really spend the night in a hotel with a boy?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you...do it with him?”
“Yeah,” Jenny said. “We...we had sex.”
“What was it like?”
Jenny stared at the ceiling, trying to find the words to explain the experience. “It felt good. I mean, it hurt at first, but then I got used to it, then it felt really good. And it was like...” She reached a hand out, grasping for the words. “It was like being able to trust someone in a way you've never trusted anyone before.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Well, you have to trust someone to be naked with them. And to let them touch you and know they won't hurt you. Not on purpose, anyway. And to know that they're trying to make you feel good and not just trying to make themselves feel good, you know?”
“I guess.”
Jenny smiled at her sister. “You'll understand when you're older.”
Kathy chewed on her lip for a moment, then said, “I let Tommy Coulahan touch my boobs. And I kissed him.”
Jenny giggled, surprised that her little sister had already done things that Jenny herself hadn't before this weekend. Though Kathy had always been the bolder of the two. “Did you like it?”
“Kind of.” Kathy shrugged. “He squeezed too hard. But I liked being touched.”
They laid there in silence for a few minutes. Then Kathy said, “Don't tell Mom, okay?”
“I won't.”
“Good.”
Jenny pulled the covers up over herself and laid there, thinking about life, about growing up, and about where she would go from here. And she couldn't stop thinking about Jeremy's touch, and the sweet taste of his kisses.