Cara checked her reflection in the mirror one last time, sucking in a deep breath and steadying herself against the sink. Her sapphire blues stared back her, etched in anxiousness. She exited the bathroom with a painful sigh, collecting her bag from the sofa.
“You’re not wearing that!” Rich sneered, looking at her in disgust.
“What’s wrong with it?” Cara was wearing a black pencil skirt and a sleeveless white blouse, it covered all the important areas and flattered her curves.
Rich lifted himself from the sofa, marching towards Cara, he pushed her against the wall towering over her, his strong frame caged her against the wall leaving her no space to escape.
Cara closed her eyes as Rich hurled abusive words at her, “Are you fucking listening to me?” He yelled. Cara nodded silently. “I don’t think you fucking heard me.” He accused, throwing a fist into her ribs. The pain radiated through her chest and bile threatened to rise up her throat. Cara bit her lip and closed her eyes, collapsing to the floor as she allowed the excruciating pain to take over her. She struggled to catch her breath, a single tear rolling from her cheek. Rich retreated to his position on the sofa, leaving Cara to compose herself before abandoning the monster that had taken over her home.
It hadn’t always been this way, once upon a time Rich and Cara were madly in love. Weekly date nights and weekends where they wouldn’t leave the apartment had turned into rarely speaking to one another. On the times that they did talk it usually ended up in an argument where Rich would blame Cara. Many of the arguments would turn violent, scared out of her wits, Cara would disappear to Jessica’s apartment in the city. Jessica was always out on business trips, experiencing the rich, modelling world so she never made qualms about Cara staying.
Cara headed out the door, clutching her side and anticipating the bruise that would soon appear.
Cara watched a sleek red Audi R8 pull up next to the large ivy sheathed building, amongst the vibrant garden, a path leading up to the building paved the way to the school. As memories came flooding back she could tell nothing had changed from her days as a pupil. Now officially past alumni, Cara breathed out a sigh, glimpsing down at her watch.
“You coming or what?!” Shouted a muffled voice through the window.
Cara rolled her eyes before smiling at Jessica as she jumped out of the car. “You look amazing!” She said admiring her outfit.
“I know!” Jessica laughed, pulling Cara into a hug. “How have you been?”
“Yeah not too bad. I don’t need to ask you though!” Cara gazed admiringly.
Flicking her golden hair, Jessica grabbed Cara by the arm. “Come on then, let’s get this over with.” She dragged her friend down the path and headed towards the auditorium.
It was Peckton’s fifteen-year anniversary for their class year. The school held them every year in commemoration and as an opportunity for alumni to impress each other with their success and triumphs. Cara had tried to avoid it, but under Jessica’s instructions, she was forced to attend. “It’s a chance for us to catch up too!” She reminded her, Cara hadn’t seen Jessica in six months, they were still as close as they were in school but their get-togethers were becoming less and less.
As the girls reached the auditorium, their pace decreased as they reached the crowd of ex-pupils filtering through the doors.
“I can’t believe I am back here Jessica” Cara sighed, looking at the brown stained carpets that adorned the floor.
“It will be fine. I promise.” Grabbing Cara’s chin, Jessica gave her a wide smile and a wink. “Come on”
Shuffling through the corridor to the main doors they came to a halt as a hand was thrown into Jessica’s face.
“Where are your badges?” Screamed Esther, her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head like they were committing a serious crime. Esther was Head Girl when they were in school, never forgetting her place, she had resumed usual control over any events that happened.
“Chill out Est, here.” Jessica thrust the badges in Esther’s face.
“Well put them on then!” Esther continued, her voice pitching higher with each word.
Slapping the stickers onto hers and Cara’s chest, Jessica stuck her tongue out at Esther. “I can’t stand her” Jessica grunted as they found their seats.
“I can’t stand this place!” Cara replied, making a dig at Jessica. After all, she was the one who forced Cara to come along.
As the atmosphere buzzed and bawled around them, Cara glanced back at her watch. Mentally noting how long it would be until they would be leaving again.
Dumph. Dumph. Came the sound over the speakers. The sound of the mic being switched on dramatically.
“One. Two. One. Two” A tall man entered the stage in front. “Can you all hear me?” The old headmaster bellowed, his voice travelling through the audience. He pushed is large round glasses up his nose as he waited for a response.
“Yes,” came the ever-familiar chorus from the audience. Jessica turned to Cara, smiling widely again like a Cheshire cat. Cara returned the smile, pulling a ‘kill me now’ face back.
“Excuse me. Can I sit here?” Cara turned around to see a tattooed man pointing down at the seat next to her. The man had a black buttoned shirt on and matching trousers, his sleeves rolled up halfway partially revealing his inked forearms. She looked him up and down, noticing the detailed tattoos etched all over his skin, she tried squinting to get a better look but the man caught her gaze.
She shuffled uncomfortably before she removed her bag from the seat, as the man accepted the gesture and sat down. Cara turned to Jessica who nudged her and started licking her lips seductively. Cara hit her on the leg and glared at her. “You’re gross,” she muttered under her breath.
“Thank you to the class of 2002. You have made the school proud.” Two hours and a million giggles later, Jessica and Cara made their way out of the auditorium. As soon as the fresh air hit them, they burst out laughing. Clutching their stomachs and trying to steady themselves, they wiped the tears from their eyes. “I can’t believe you did that to Mrs Steadman!” Cara exclaimed.
“I know, I forgot all about that. I wonder if the tampon is still there?” Jessica and Cara burst out laughing again. Reminiscing about the time where Cara had needed an emergency sanitary aid and Jessica had thrown the item across the room, promptly landing in their teachers birds nest of hair. Still to this day no one had owned up to it.
“See. It wasn’t that bad was it?” Jessica nudged Cara.
“No, I guess not.” Muffling her giggles as she searched for a tissue to wipe the tears.
“Who was that guy next to you?” She questioned Cara excitedly. “He was gorgeous!” clapping her hands energetically.
“Yeah, I guess he was.” Cara dropped her gaze to the ground. The short-lived giggles were now replaced with an air of sadness. Sensing she had hit a nerve, Jessica grabbed her best friend by the arm, “Come on, I’ll buy the first round.” Winking the famous wink that had got her out of many sticky situations.
“Hey! Wait up!” The girls turned around. Ethan came screeching to a halt in front of them. “Did you really think you were going to town without me?” He laughed, breaking the girls linked arms and replacing them with his own.
“I need a beer after that!” He kissed Cara and Jessica on the cheeks lovingly. “And you! Miss Jamieson,” he directed his gaze at Jessica, “Where’s that tampon gone?” Not being able to hold back anymore they all exploded with laughter. Cara grabbing the packet of tissues out her bag to hand to Ethan and Jessica.
Ethan was short and a little on the chubby side, his hair colour was always changing, depending on his mood. As a hairdresser, he could afford the luxury of being a drama queen and having hair to match. Ethan had been friends with Jessica since the fourth year, instantly taking a liking to Cara on his first day.
“So where are we going?” Ethan asked, swinging his arms over the girls’ shoulders.
“Well, I was thinking The Dragons Head?” Jessica replied, checking her phone.
Bleep. Bleep. Jessica grabbed her phone again. Sighing as she replaced it in her bag. “Wasn’t mine.”
Cara shifted her bag, opening up the zip to grab her mobile.
What time are you home? X R X
Soon. X
A flush of anxiety rushed over her, she replied and placed her phone in her jacket pocket.
“Dragon sounds good to me” she turned to Jessica, trying to divert the attention away from her.
“Well girls, looks like it’s going to be a messy night!” Ethan roared, skipping off in front of them.
The small group all piled through the doorway to their favourite pub. The scent of sweat and beer lingered in the air and surrounded every table. Cara and Ethan plonked themselves into a booth while Jessica bought the first round. The door swung open and two gentlemen strolled in, an air of confidence surrounded them as they stood at the bar. “Who is that?” Ethan gawked. Cara recognised one of them, he had sat next to her at the auditorium but apart from that, there was nothing screaming familiarity at her. She looked over at the two men, one with jet black hair, trimmed into a buzz cut, the other was a mousy blonde colour with a similar hairstyle. They both wore tiredness on their faces but their personalities were a stark contrast. Both were laughing and joking as they waited to be served. The blonde-haired man surveyed the room before his attention focused on Cara. “Cara?” Ethan poked her, pulling her attention back. “I don’t recognise them.” Cara
The sun blazed through the curtains casting rays across Cara’s face. Heat enveloped her body and she felt the heavy shift of something across her stomach. Her eyelids fluttered open as she took in her surroundings, she laid in a bed, black sheets covered their bodies. The stranger’s legs tangled with her and exposed to the heat coming through the windows. A bronzed arm draped across her torso and she traced her fingers across the smooth skin, following the shapes and patterns of the black marks. Her fingers edged gently over the stranger’s shoulder, noticing several scars that adorned the back of this beautiful god-like figure. Cara fidgeted, the images of last night danced around her head. She recalled the feeling of the stranger’s fingers as they caressed every inch of her body, no area was left untouched. She could still remember the feeling of cold air replacing the heat where his lips had kissed, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. The stranger had left her feelin
A short while later, the stranger returned with a bag of peas covered by a tea towel. “Here,” he spoke softly, placing the frozen bag gently on her face. His voice soothed her, Cara revelled in the coldness, the heat and pain dissipated slowly and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. The pitter-patter of padded feet entered the room, a golden tail swished and snaked around the stranger’s legs. “Oh hello! And who are you?!” The stranger cooed at the dog. Taking the dogs face in his hands and making baby noises whilst the dog covered him in wet licks. “Diesel,” Cara muttered to him. “Well Diesel, what do you say to a little walk?” He continued cooing at the dog. The stranger smiled up at Cara, “keep the ice on, I’ll be back in a bit.” He winked before leading the golden fluff ball out. Cara walked towards the window, the throbbing in her head still evident as she held the frozen bag to it. She gazed out at the splendid view of the river t
Archer sat down on the sofa in Cara’s living room, the position faced a floor to ceiling high window that had the perfect view of the river that ran by the apartment building. Diesel sat on the floor between his legs, allowing Archer to pet him fondly. It had been fifteen minutes before Cara emerged from the shower, her damp blonde hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders complimenting her tanned skin. She had a white towel wrapped around her torso and white fluffy slippers that made Archer chuckle at the cute look. “Feel better?” He asked her. “Much,” she smiled, wincing at the lump on her face. She combed her hair out with her fingers and Archer gazed at her beauty as it enveloped her. “Fancy going for a walk?” He asked her, he enjoyed the outdoors and he was pretty sure that Cara could use the fresh air. “I'd love to, ’ll go get dressed.” She said beaming at him. She returned a little while later in a white summer dress that hugged
Archer pushed through the door to Cara’s apartment, scooping her up in his arms. Cara wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled her to him urgently. His hand supported the base of her neck, drawing her into a passionate kiss. His hand tugged at her hair, pulling her head to the side to expose the sensitive spot on her neck. He traced his lips up and down her soft skin, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. He listened attentively as both of their breathing increased hastily. Sparks lapped against their connection and you could almost smell the desire. Archer walked them to her bedroom effortlessly like a feather in his arms. He laid her gently down on the soft cotton sheets before pulling away to take in her beauty. Cara’s breathing hitched as he took in the sight below him. His hot breath swept across her face and Cara absorbed the heat, allowing it to bring a hot flush to her cheeks. He trailed febrile kisses along her neck and down her collar bone, whilst his hand dragged feveri
Cara rolled through her soft sheets, sighing at pleasant ache that rolled like a wave through her body. She stretched her arm out expecting to meet another body, her hand met emptiness. She lifted her head and sighed in disappointment. Cara wrapped the bed sheet around her body, noting the time on the bedside table. It was five o’clock, she had been asleep for at least 4 hours. She felt refreshed and satiated all at once. Cara stepped out into the leaving room, the tv was on and she could see a pair of slender feet sticking out from the side of the sofa. She tiptoed over, gazing at the adorable view in front of her. Archer was laid on his back, his legs crossed over with Diesel resting on top of him. He had one arm draped over the dog, whilst the other supported his head. The biceps on his arm contracted sharply, as his head rested on top. She noted the toned muscles, the tattoos that hugged them as they told their story. His eyes were closed and she was unsure how long he h
The following morning came far too quickly, Archer woke up facing the angel that he shared a bed with. Her hair covered her face like a curtain. His hand stroked past her face, pulling the golden strands away to admire her beauty further. Archer noticed the bruise was at its peak now. The sight provoked a fire in his stomach. If he ever saw that man again it would be the last time, he thought to himself. She quivered under his touch, her eyes sparkling as they opened. The sunlight was beaming through the curtains, casting shadows over their bodies. She murmured something under her breath as she tried to wake. “Good morning Angel,” Archer beamed at her. Dropping a kiss on her cheek. He wasn’t sure what had come over him the last couple of days but he had found himself becoming a soppy mess around Cara. She had a strange effect on him, bringing out a softer sid
The door to Archer’s study flung open, interrupting her memory. “Cara?” He called to her, he could hear sniffling coming from the kitchen. Heading towards the sound, he found her holding a piece of paper in her hands. Her eyes were red and puffy, her face etched in pain and confusion. “Cara? Whats wrong?” He walked towards her, an arm outstretched. “Don’t come near me!” She shouted, flinching away from his reach. She looked scared but that only urged Archer to walk closer to her, to shield her from whatever was hurting her. “Talk to me! What’s going on?” He pleaded, edging forward again. “You do not get to touch me!” She screamed. Archer froze, staring at her in shock. He didn’t understand what was going on and she refused to explain. “Cara please.” He almost whispered, his voice shaking. “Let me help!” Cara stormed out the kitchen, instantly grabbing her things from around Archer's bedroom and aggressively stuffing them into her bag. She stumbled and