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I have decided to switch off. Odd sections will be more plot, even sections will be more sex. It just works out with how I write. Now on to the story!
Teens Intertwined: Part 5
"Heather?" Came a familiar voice. The brunette girl had her eyes locked on her paper, doodling away hearts and flowers and Nicoles with fancy, swirly lettering. "Heather!"
Heather jumped and looked up, eyes meeting those of her mother. "What're you doing over there?" Her mother asked, scooping a forkful of saucy spaghetti into her mouth. "This is dinner time, love... Unless that's homework!"
Her father was a tall, stoic man, broad shoulders and a scruffy beard. He was raised in the deep south and still had the closed- minded ideals, and the distinct slur that came with his upbringing. "Algebra?"
"No, Pa. It's nothing. I was just..." Heather started, rustling up her papers and trying to put the back into her backpack. Her father stood and grabbed her wrist. Heather yanked away, beginning to panic. "It's an art assignment... It's just..."
Her father had grabbed the paper, eyes ripping it to shreds. "Nicole? That's your friend. The older one. What's she got to do with art? Why are there hearts around her name, Heather?"
Heather looked down, her mind not fast enough to think of a good excused.
The room turned into a blur and there was a large, meaty hand gripping the girl's jawbone. Her head was yanked roughly to the side. The bruise on her neck was faint, but still noticeable. "A hickey? From her?" Her father boomed, her mother scurrying off somewhere.
Heather was shoved into a chair, the top of which jabbed into her side. With a painful gasp, Heather tried to back away. "A DYKE? AS MY DAUGHTER?" There was a slap, and then another, tears streaming down the burning red skin. "LIKE HELL. LIKE FUCKING HELL." Her hair was yanked down, and then there was a fist.
And then there was blackness.
Nicole giggled, painting her nails a cherry red. "So you aren't mad?"
"As if I didn't know!" Amanda laughed, cleaning excess polish away from her nails with a Q-tip. Amanda was Nicole and Heather's mutual blond friend, thin as the Q-tip she was using. "You two look at each and the entire room is invisible. Fucking lesbians."
Amanda threw a pillow at Nicole, who dodged it with a chuckle. "Stop! My nails are still wet!" Nicole's entire body was washed with relief. Amanda didn't care about her friends relationship. This was a good thing.
"Wasn't Heather supposed to come tonight?" Amanda asked, blowing at her nails.
"After her dinner. It should have been over by now..." Nicole frowned, noticing the time. She was a worrier, two years older than Heather. "You know how 16 years olds are, always getting into trouble, thinking they know everything..."
"Hey, I got my car. I'll drive to her house, see what the hold up is," Amanda, always the problem solver. "I'll be back in ten, okay?"
"Yeah, okay. Don't make a move on her!" Nicole laughed, her bright smile lighting up the room. Amanda rolled her eyes, grabbed her bag, and left.
There was a rush and a boom, jarring Nicole awake. She had fallen asleep in the little time Amanda had been gone. Her rubbed her eyes, becoming more aware of a voice downstairs calling her name.
"Nicole! Come quick!" Amanda was struggling to support Heather, who was a good 50 pounds heavier than the 95 pound blond. Heather's right eye was black, blue and swollen shut. Her legs shook with each tentative step, swaying like a Marinette doll attached to weak strings.
Nicole was there in an instant, wrapping her arms around her lover, tugging her protectively into her chest, kissing the younger brunette's scalp, nuzzling into the messy brown hair. "Who did this to you?" Hissed Nicole, filled without rage.
"N-Nicky..." Heather murmured, lifting her heavy eyes to look up at the 18 year old. Knowing she was finally safe, heather gave up trying to stand and collapsed on the floor. She curled up instantly against Nicole's side, right there in the hallway, just clinging.
"Who did this, Heather!" Nicole demanded, sitting with the younger girl in her lap. She stroked some stray brown strands, struggling to contain her anger, wanting to leap up and kill anyone who may have done this. But, no. Heather needed her to stay, and Nicole would never abandon her.
" They ain't no room in my house fer queers." Heather spoke in a slur, repeating the words she heard not too long ago. "Not in my house." Nicole blinked is shock. Heather's father? What kind of heartless man would do this to anyone, let alone a female, let alone his own daughter! "Can I stay... here?" Heather asked, shaking and burring her face into Nicole's sides, gripping tightly at the fabric of her shirt.
Nicole's heart broke. "Of course... You know that." How could Heather be so nervous about asking? Nicole would give her kidney to that girl without a trace of hesitation. It was then Nicole noticed Amanda had left. Perhaps she had seen the love and need between the girl, and decided she was no longer needed.
With some struggle, Nicole stood up, lifting Heather into her arms. She carried her up the stair, her love making her 10 times stronger. Once in the room, Nicole gently laid Heather in the bed, taking her time, stripping the young girl head to toe, careful not to bump any bruises. She gazed down at her girlfriend, the battered schoolgirl already close to sleep. She was finally able to relax, knowing that she'd be safe under Nicole's watchful, protective gaze.
Nicole leaned down, pressing her lips to the top of Heather's head, encasing her in her arms. "I've got you, Heather." Nicole whispered, the darkness all around them, the moon hidden behind some thick clouds. The only sounds in the room were that of the clock, tick-tocking away, Heather's soft breathing, and a barely audible "I love you."
Hope you enjoyed part five. If you like it, PLEASE email me! I will only continue if people keep emailing me.
If you didn't read the top, I have decided to switch off. Odd sections will be more plot, even sections will be more sex. It just works out with how I write. So, section six will be a sex scene. Stay tuned!
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