by LK Collins
Leaning down, I kiss her and want to fuck her again. She stops me, pressing her forefinger against my lips and I about bite it off. “I have to get back to work. I’m sorry, but I have an appointment this afternoon.” I growl in protest, but nod my head in agreement. “Let’s stay here tonight and celebrate,” she says.
“Okay,” I respond and walk outside.
Scene 20
Harder
Nate & Elania
“Cameras are off. Now…I’m gonna lock up and I want you naked when I get back.
I swallow watching him tear his shirt above his head before he leaves me. I look around anxiously, then remember that the gym is on the second level, so unless someone scales up the side of the building, no one is going to see us. I don’t take much time getting undressed. Just as I figure out where to stand or sit, I catch Nate staring at me. He is naked and oh so fucking hot. I clamp my legs together from the simple sight of him. He’s so sexy as he walks towards me.
“On the desk.” I look next to me, but before I can move, he lifts me onto the cool metal surface of the retro desk. I gasp from the cold chill on my thighs. “I’ve wanted to fuck you on this desk for so long. Did you know that?”
I shake my head. His eyes, so dark and serious as he sinks inside of me. “Oh, fuck,” I cry out.
“Yes, let me hear you.”
And then our night begins and he shows no mercy pounding me. My body moves with his and I give him this moment, this is about him and not me. He’s been horny all day for this and I know in order to please him I need to take a good fucking; he needs his release. Giving all that I am over to him, I don’t even think about myself, only Nate.
“Yes, fuck me hard.”
He growls looking down at me and presses one hand over my stomach. I wrap my legs tightly around his body, glowing in his presence, willing and waiting for him to let go. “Harder,” I ask.
His eyes widen as he slows a bit. “I love it when you tell me what you want, El.” He’s breathless and hot as hell.
“Good, now fuck me ‘til you come inside of me.”
His stare remains intense, followed by his long thrusts. Then, his pace begins to quicken and he tilts his head back letting go and grunting with each thrust. I find pleasure in watching him come so well, knowing that this is just the beginning of what the night has in store for me.
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“Learn from yesterday,
Live for today,
Hope for tomorrow.”
-Albert Einstein
Dedication
For Eric – I miss you every day.
Prologue
-Bain-
I hate that it has to be this way, and I’m sorry to have to tell you like this, but I’ve battled with this decision for so long. I can’t take it anymore, Bain. I just can’t. Please know how much I love you. You’re my brother, and no matter what, you always will be. Just because I’m not there, doesn’t mean I’m not with you. I know this is hard to accept, but for me, please try. The pain of this world is too great, compared to what’s waiting for me on the other side. I know this will relieve my struggle – it has to. Love, Kinsey.
Reading her suicide note again kills me. I still can’t come to terms with what she did. After Kinsey took her life, every day that passes I hope I’ll find some answers. Except I haven’t and I fear…I never will.
Staring at my unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, I’m pissed at the man I’ve become. I barely recognize my own face or remember who I used to be. I ease my pain the only way I know how and pop a few pills. As the white chalk dissolves on my tongue, I relish the flavor and know soon I will boost sky high.
“Bain,” my mother calls from downstairs. Jesus motherfucking Christ, what does she want now? If you think I’ve gotten bad since losing Kinsey, take a look at her – she’s farther off the deep end than I’ll ever be. Pulling my towel from my waist, I find a clean pair of boxers and jeans, this only thanks to our housekeeper.
Just as I exit my room, my mother is struggling up the stairs. I run to help her, but she gives up and falls face first onto the thick, cream carpet. I’ve seen her do this so many times that it’s no surprise, so I settle next to her, resting my hand on top of her messy, blonde hair. She used to be so well kept, and now doesn’t resemble her former self at all. “How much have you had to drink today?” I ask her.
She doesn’t answer me, instead shaking her head so I know she heard me. “The investigator called,” she slurs.
My stomach drops and a wave of nausea takes over. I know exactly what this means. Since my sister died, all we have is her assumed suicide note, which she texted to me. Besides that, the case has run dry – her body has not been found and there are no leads. We hold out hope that she’s still alive somewhere.
Barely able to choke out the words, I ask, “What did he say?” There’s a crackle to my voice, the pain cutting me deep within. This is not something I want to know, but I have to.
She begins to sob and rolls to her side, resting her hand on her forehead. Her cries turn to wails, and I know what she can’t say. The reality of knowing she is really gone is a tremendous blow. Deep down, I’d hoped against hope that she was still alive. But all along I knew it wasn’t true. We are fraternal twins, and when you lose that connection to your other half, you feel it.
She tries to speak, “They…He said…” She trails off crying, and in that moment, I don’t know what else to do except to hold her. Lifting her fragile body onto my lap, I cradle her against the bare skin of my chest and just let her be. Then somehow she finds the courage to speak the words, the words I’ve feared for months. “She’s dead, Bain. They found her.”
Even though in my heart I’ve known it, the words kill me, tearing apart my insides. Tears break the rims of my eyes. My tortured mind drifts, picturing her dead body, bloody and mangled. I immediately wonder how she killed herself. I’m spinning from the combination of my thoughts and the pills. Then my mom clambers off of me and darts into the bathroom. She gets sick and I…I slink away.
I know I should be there for her, but I need answers. I have to know what happened. I grab a faded, gray t-shirt and my car keys, and then bolt. Starting the engine of my car, I blast the heat. It’s another cold spring day in New Jersey, and of course I forgot my coat. Driving over the speed limit, I head to my familiar destination – the police station.
I reach for my phone out of habit, but it’s not in the cup holder. I pat both of my pockets and it’s not there either. Sonofabitch. I guess I’ll have to show up unannounced and hope that the ever incompetent detective will see me.
The last time that I was at the station, Detective Eldridge and I got into it. I accused him of letting the ca
se go, of not taking things seriously. Needless to say, he didn’t like hearing that. However, I’m not one to hold back, especially when it comes to my family. I felt like he could be doing more and I let him know that.
The drive only takes me fifteen minutes. I put my car in park and notice a few snowflakes starting to fall. This was Kinsey’s favorite time of year. She always loved when the flowers would get covered in soft flakes. Now every time it begins to snow, I can’t help but think of her. From the smells of an impending snow, to the chill it leaves on your skin, it all reminds me of her.
Looking in my backseat, I’m thankful to see a hoodie. Now I won’t get the “tattoo looks” walking in. Besides, this prick already hates me. I grab it and put it on as I head inside the long, gray building. Two officers exit and one holds the door for me. The instant I walk inside, my senses are invaded by something so familiar. It all takes me back to that day…
“What do you mean I can’t file a missing person’s case? My sister never came home and I can’t get ahold of her. What more proof do you need?”
“I’m sorry, Mr…?”
“Adams,” I snap back.
“Mr. Adams, without any proof of foul play, we have to wait at least twenty-four hours.”
“That’s fucking bullshit,” I yell.
The woman sulks in her chair and a tall, salt-and-pepper haired man stands from a desk in the back. He walks over to us and asks, “Is there a problem here, son?”
“Yeah, my sister is missing and for some God unknown reason this woman won’t let me file a missing person’s report until it’s been twenty-four hours.”
“How old is she?”
“Twenty-two.”
“Do you have any proof of foul play?” I shake my head knowing exactly where this is going.
“I’m sorry, but unless she is a minor, state law requires us to wait at least twenty-four hours. Here is my card; if she doesn’t come home, please call me directly.”
I snatch the card out of his hand and look him straight in the eyes. My breathing is harsh and his disregard doesn’t make anything better. I have a short fuse, always have. The last thing I need to do is assault a police officer…
“Mr. Adams, I was expecting you. How’s your mom?” he asks.
“She’s not well, and your phone call didn’t make things any better.”
“I apologize about that. Come with me, I assume you have some questions.”
I nod my head following Detective Eldridge to one of the back interrogation rooms. He opens the wooden door for me, and I take a seat in one of the dark blue, cloth chairs.
He sits across from me and crosses his hands on the table waiting for me to speak. Staring down at the rough carpet I ask, “Is she here?”
He shakes his head and responds softly, “No.”
Bringing my pain-filled eyes up to meet his, the tears well and I don’t know why. It’s not like I wanted to see her, but part of me found comfort in thinking we were in the same building.
“What happened?”
“Are you sure you want to get into this without your parents here?”
“Yes,” I snap and slam my fist on the table. “My mom told you from the beginning that she wants you to tell me everything.”
“Calm down, Mr. Adams, I just wanted to ask. Your sister was found off of Old John’s Road in a vacant home. From what we can tell, she broke in and parked her car in the garage.”
I inhale sharply at his words.
“There was a hose that went into the driver’s window of her car and the vehicle ran ‘til it was out of gas.”
My mind slips thinking of Kinsey breaking into a house. Parking inside some random garage. Killing herself by feeding a hose through her car window.
“When are you going to do an autopsy?”
“We’re not.”
“Goddammit, you have to. She didn’t do this to herself. Kinsey wouldn’t have.”
“Mr. Adams, I understand how hard this must be for you. But this is a clear case of suicide. There is no reason to do an autopsy; please let your sister rest in peace. She made this decision.”
“Fuck you, she didn’t make this decision.”
-Bain-
In life, it is said that everything happens for a reason. If that’s true, how can you explain death? What’s the reason? Especially when it happens to someone so young, so beautiful, and so innocent? I struggle with these thoughts every day.
It’s been six months since Kinsey’s body was found and I mask the pain the only way I know how – by obsessing and losing myself over her death. Glancing at the clock, I’ve been staring at my laptop for over five hours. Fuck, where did the time go? I can’t do this anymore. I need to get away.
I dial Jamison on my way out. He doesn’t answer, so I shoot him a text.
What up, man, I’m all out and need a downer.
I wait a few minutes and watch the time on the clock tick by. It moves slowly, yet looking back, it’s passed in the blink of an eye.
Since I know my dad will be home soon, I just start to drive out of my New Jersey neighborhood, weaving through the streets that are thickly lined with trees. Tiny snowflakes swirl around as I stare out my windshield – my destination as of now…unknown.
That is ‘til a text message chimes in. I glance down, as I pull up to a stop sign.
I got something you’ll like. They’ll run ya fifteen bucks a pill, but worth it.
I’ll take ‘em all.
Meet me at my place in twenty.
Be there soon, I respond back and head to the bank before Jamison’s. I went to high school with him, but we weren’t friends back then, because I always swore that shit off, and he’s been dealing for years. Recently I’d injured my knee, and until Kinsey passed, I’d been ultra-responsible with the pills. But since she went missing they’ve become my lifeline and my sanity. Then when I was pushing the limits on my refills, my doctor wanted to check my knee. All it took was one look and he said I didn’t need them anymore. Everything’s spiraled from there. So I found Jamison, and sure enough, he’s still in the game.
It’s not long ‘til I arrive at his house. I put a thousand dollars in my wallet and leave the rest in my center console. My feet hit the pavement with a purpose and I observe my surroundings as I cross the street. He lives in a nice neighborhood with older, well-kept homes.
I ring the doorbell and immediately hear his two dogs bark. They are Rottweilers, which look scary as fuck, but are really two huge babies. He answers and commands them both to their beds. Right away they listen and then I walk in.
“What up, bro?” he asks, giving me a low fist bump.
“Not much. Thanks for getting back to me so fast.”
“You’re my best client.” He begins to walk to his living room and gestures that I follow. Jamison is way shorter than I am, probably by a foot. Then again I am over six feet. He’s dressed the same way he was in high school – big, baggy pants and some stupid ass t-shirt.
“You ever heard of Quaaludes?” he asks as we sit in front of the table filled with pill bottles.
“Nah, what are they?”
“Basically a tranquilizer. They’re super old school, you can’t even get them through a doctor in the US anymore.”
I can’t help but laugh out loud. I know I wanted a downer, but this seems a bit extreme. “I wanna be able to function, not knock my dick in the dirt.”
“I know. I heard what you said and I got some Xanax coming for that. But I was thinking if the Hydro isn’t giving you enough of a high, you could try the ‘ludes. All you have to do is stay awake through the first fifteen minutes or so and after that, the effects kick in. It’s an intense, euphoric high.”
“I don’t know, man. Maybe I’ll just stick with what I have.”
“Why don’t you try one now? While I’m waiting on the bars to get here.”
The Hydro I knocked back earlier has worn off and I know I need something. “How long ‘til they’re here?”
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sp; Jamison checks his phone. “Not long, he just texted me that he should be here any minute.”
“I’ll wait then,” I respond.
“So, no ‘ludes?”
“Have you tried them?”
“Fuck yeah, I have. They are my drug of choice.”
I rest my head back contemplating his words. I promised myself from the beginning that when I started taking pills, I would always stay functional and in control. I want to be able to be around my parents and shit like that. This could jeopardize –everything.
“I’m good, bro. Do you have any bars at all while we wait?”
“Nah, man, but he’ll be here any minute, I promise.”
-Arion-
“Whatcha waiting for?” Brady calls from behind me. He’s stark naked and gripping his cock.
I exhale and lock the door, ripping my shirt over my head. Leaving my reality and getting lost in this moment with him. Beginning to walk towards him, he’s got the biggest grin on his face. “Take your pants off,” he orders. I listen, tugging my jeans down, leaving only my underwear and bra on. I know him well and he loves to take these off himself.
Although we are a little drunk, we still have fun. That’s one of the reasons why I keep Brady around. There are no strings – just sex. And that’s all I’ve looked for lately. There is something about the accomplishment of luring in a guy and having my way with him. Then being able to make the decision whether there is a next time or not. Which most of the time…there isn’t.
Except with Brady, and that’s why I keep fucking him – he keeps it simple and I know he doesn’t want more. He wants to fuck and that’s it. He doesn’t call or bother me unless it’s for this. He gestures me to him and I crawl over his body, stopping to drag my tongue up his balls and along his hard cock, then slowly I taste every ridge of his six-pack. I glance up at him when he snakes his hand into the cup of my bra grabbing a mound of my full breast, finding the nipple and pinching it hard. The sensation causes me to moan and I go down on him, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and twisting my hand with each movement. He sits up and unclasps my bra with one hand, allowing it to fall down my arms. I let go of him and he helps me take it all the way off, but my movements never falter or stop. I love getting him close; sucking him so well that he wants to come. “Fuck, Arion, I love your lips,” he murmurs. I can’t help but smirk. Brady takes his hands and lifts my body, twisting me so I’m now straddling his face. I stop sucking him and laugh out loud when he nips my underwear. The alcohol is beginning to make everything spin as we are now in the sixty-nine position. “Brady,” I screech, as his fingers slide beneath the thin fabric of my thong, shredding it to pieces, then he tosses them across the room.
