by Tara » Tue Oct 25, 2022 10:24 am
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Tara.x
Part 8. Sarah and The Next Day.
The light was streaming in through the window already but Sarah didn’t want to get up, now the world could wait, she just wanted to lay here a little longer. Her head resting on Charlie’s chest as it moved up and down.
‘Hmm Morning already, and my head is full of butterflies’ she thought.
Since that night at the ball they had been on several dates and eventually became joined at the hip. Last night though had been the first night they had spent together.
In fact it was the first night she had spent with any man. There was that boy that she was with after high school, but that was just an awkward few fumbles that neither of them could really say was anything but embarrassing. Last night was the first time Sarah could say she had ever been made love too. It had been lovely, not exactly burning with passion but gentle and tender. Now she was just happy to lay there next to him.
Charlie stirred and smiled down at Sarah, her porcelain face and doe eyes looking up through the ginger locks on his chest. “Morning, so how was your night” she said with her soft voice and sweet smile.
Charlie smile back, gently brushing a wisp of curly red hair from her face. “I am not sure really. What happened?”
Sarah bit her lip and playfully punched him in the side, before Charlie brought her up for a gentle kiss. “Definitely worth the wait”.
Sarah gave another him a peck on the cheek and sprung up. Quickly aware of her nudity she instinctively covered up with her hands. “Erm I have seen it all already” Charlie teased. “Even with the light off”.
Sarah blushed. Then tugged on Charlie’s oversized University Lacrosse Team jersey. “Stop it, you know I’m shy about my body” She only half joked.
“Even with me?” Charlie smiled as he playfully tried to lift the jersey up over Sarah’s upper thigh, only to be swatted away.
Even though she felt like would do anything for a future with him right now.
Sarah wanted to be angry that Charlie could not understand her feelings but she was just filled with affection and even a strange sense of gratitude that someone like him had chosen someone like her so all she could muster was an “I’m sorry, it’s just me I know. I’ll get there”
Despite his affection for Sarah, Charlie could not help but think about how his Ex, Victoria would already be proudly sashaying around his bedroom in nothing but earrings and her designer heels now. Sarah, blushing, with her frizzed up hair, his hanging jersey and pink socks was quite the shift.
Not that she was not lovey and pretty, in more homely without her makeup way.
A few little ‘playful’ comments about such ‘homeliness’ as opposed to Victoria’s fashion model silhouette is what would lead to Sarah drastically cutting down her calories and becoming the skinny thing she that was by the time of their engagement. Not that Charlie openly said it was a condition, but the implication was there, and Sarah was always did what was expected of her. Fainting episodes aside, she was happy too. Wasn’t she?
The light was streaming in through the grime on the window already, but Sasha could not be aresed to get up, the world could ‘fucking do one’ for all she cared right now, she just wanted to crash for the rest of the day.
She looked down at Play boy bunny pillow she had fallen asleep on and almost thought there was spider the, before realizing that one of her false eyelashes had come off amongst the sweat and heavy makeup stains.
‘Fuck, it’s fucking afternoon already, an my head is fuckin banging’ she thought.
She pushed a greasy strand of jet black hair out of her eye, almost gashing herself on the long purple nails glued to her fingers.
What had she been dreaming about, waking up. No that was not a dream, that was her real life, this, this was the strange nightmare she had been kidnapped into as some psycho Chav woman’s revenge power trip.
Her mind turned to the things Kaz Pierson had done to her these last few days.
‘My name is Sarah, I am not this person and I will get out of this, and you will pay for the indignities you put me through you cun..Crazy Person.’
Sarah felt a slight reassurance that it was her voice she could here in her head again.
Even though she just felt she would do anything for fag right now.
“I’ll make us some breakfast”
Sarah said with a chirp, half because she wanted to change the subject and, she was really quite hungry, ‘What with all the exercise last night’ she allowed herself a naughty thought and blushed, almost wondering if she should say that as flirty joke, but stopped, she didn’t want Charlie to think of their wonderful night together in such smutty terms.
Though she did allow herself a little naughty flush while turned away from him.
Eventually, Sarah managed to drag herself from under the musty duvet while rubbing her throbbing head, again she forgot about the long plastic nails and almost cut herself.
She noticed that the actual duvet cover was just on the floor, black with a faded pink bunny logo across it. A short inspection showed why it was not used, what Sarah assumed were spilled drink, cigarette ash and….other stains on it.
It took her few moments to realize that she was just walking around in her thong and dirty trainer socks from yesterday. Even though there was no one else in the room she instinctively covered her arm over her breasts.
‘Where was that horrid bra she had been made to wear?’
A flash hit Sarah’s brain like lighting, except it was the flash of Kazs phone camera from last night. Kourtney, Lauren and herself.
Braless, lifting their tops ups, and pouting for the camera.
“Fuuuk” she rasped to herself. “What did I do yesterday” of course she knew all to well the worst of it. The ache in her neck and the taste of that Drug Dealer still in her mouth.
Where it was remembering that or the Hangover kicking in Sarah felt bile rise in her throat and dashed for the bathroom.
After what felt like forever doubled over the toilet throwing up Sarah manged to wipe her mouth and got up. The acid vomit taste in her mouth seemed less degrading than what had been in there not more than 24 hours ago. Not that the feeling of getting rid of it help as she caught site of herself in the dirty mirror.
Her heavy makeup smudged, her black hair disheveled and bloodshot eyes peering out from under the still attached false eyelashes .
The strands or clumpy spittle at the sides of her mouth just topped off the picture of some cheap tart recovering from a night of hard partying. It was then that Sarah noticed the red around her nostril and more of last night came back to her.
“So this is ya new Flat then Sash” Lauren said has the gang spread out around the living room.
“Fuckin shit hole innit” Stace Mumbled with her fag still in her mouth and cracking open another can of cider.
“It’s just Sash’s place to smash and crash for the time being” Kaz interjected, grabbing the open can from Stace’s hand and taking a long gulp.
Stace said nothing, just sat down and pulled another from the plastic bag full they had brought with them.
Kourtney soon followed in behind them, still tucking down on the massive greasy kebab she had picked up on the way there. A gloop of garlic mayo dropping into her orange cleavage.
“Careful Kourtz” Stace smiled. “You’ll end up with a rep like Sasha Sticky Tits here”
Sarah felt a mix of rage and shame and dug her nails into her palms.
“Why..did..” She gritted.
“Aww think we didn’t know” Stace mocked. “You might have used that white top to clean up. But the magic moment is all over Jazz’s insta”
She help up her phone, Sarah could not bring herself to look. She knew all to well the photo that would be staring back at her, she wanted to cry.
“Leave her alone Stace” Lauren said. Place her hand on Sarah’s arm.
“He’s put that stuff up about tons of Girls” There seemed to be a genuine affection in her voice, but oh god that breath, so close. Sarah moved away slightly.
“You telling me what to do now Ya Fucking buck tooth Smack Head!”
Stace roared back.
“Leave them Alone Stace” came a calm but threatening sentence from Kaz as she exhaled through her nose and fixed Stace with an icy stare.
There seemed like a moment of ten ton thick tension in the air. Before it was broken by a loud burp from the oblivious Kourtney
“Just a bit of banter Girls” Stace said acting like it was all a joke. “We’re all mates ain’t we?” She held up another can of cider, which Lauren demurely took.
Sarah, felt a strange sense of admiration in the way Kaz could deal with people like Stace as well as almost an urge to say… Thanks?
Soon the music was thudding and the smell of weed was thick in the air. Sarah was pretty sure she was going to fall asleep on the ratty couch. Kourtney was now done with her Kebab but eagerly destroying a pack of chocolate biscuits next to, saying that she always got the munchies when she was high.
“That ain’t high, Kourtz” Stace jumped in, throwing her empty can on the floor.
“This is high” She produced a small bag of white powder with a grin.
The others laughed as she proceeded to tip some lines out on the kitchen table before using her plastic nail to divide them up. Lauren needed little encouragement and eagerly strutted over to the table and hovering up a line with an ecstatic “Fuuuk yeah”.
“Don’t get to greedy, buck teeth” Stace sternly said to her. “Sticky Tits needs a bump too”
Sarah was hoping this was in reference to Kourtney, but she was already snoring and drooling on the other arm of the sofa. She looked to Kaz, only to be met with a nod and a “Go on Sash, you worked for it”. The moment was made even worse by the sight of Stace in the background, tongue is he side of her mouth and using her hand to show she new exactly how “Sash had earned it”.
Right now, Sarah knew she could not think about the night before, even as she stared at her terrible reflection in the mirror. She was alone for the first time since her ordeal had began and needed to take this chance.
She frantically returned to the bedroom and tried to find something to wear in order to escape this horrid flat. The best she could throw on was a pair of dirty pink tracksuit bottoms and a creased leopard print vest. Thankfully there was a dressing gown hanging on the back of the door.
It was pink with a black fur trim and sported the ‘play boy bunny’ logo on her bedding. It was garish and reeked of sweat and smoke, but Sarah wrapped it around herself to cover her modesty.
Sarah slowly crept out of the bedroom, hoping that none of the ‘Fitzy Girls’ were still around, thankfully there was just the trash from last night’s ‘Party’ strewn over the living room. She moved to the door, hoping it was not locked. Thankfully it clicked open. Not wanting to risk going out barefoot, Sarah slipped on a pair of scuffed tan Ugg Boots in the hallway, took a deep breath and began her escape.
The piss smelling lift seemed to take forever as it carried Sarah down to the ground floor and her hope of a way out. She just kept her head down and tried to not think about what had happened over the last 24 hours, or even more so, how some parts of it had excited her.
She didn’t look up as the sound of the doors slid open and she was greeted by a familiar voice.
“Alight Sash. Were you off to then?”