로그인Lucille’s pov The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone in the sudden, deafening quiet. Then I turned to the side to cuddle my pillow and I saw it laying there on my bed. Fuck! She had forgotten her notebook.Her face came so visible to my vision and that final smile haunted me, it felt as though she had already mapped out my next move. When my parents returned, I remained silent throughout dinner. They didn’t notice my withdrawal, far too caught up in their own conversation, but for me, their voices were nothing more than static in the background. My mind was fixed on her words. On my bed my heart pondered on her words, “I’ll love the experience”, she sounded so sure and yeah, I think I already felt like I would. I already loved the memory of that first kiss. I traced my thumb over my bottom lip, a silent reminder of her touch. If the mere taste of her lips felt this good, how would it feel if we explored more deeper? I bet I would be lost in the world of pleasure. The t
Lucille’s pov “Can I be your first?” I heard her whisper brush against my skin and the shock of her words was still ringing in my ear. Just when I thought the weight of her question had weakened my mind, she leaned in on me, I felt the soft curve of her chest against mine, the delicate pressure of her body holding me still on to the bed, not able to predict what would happen next, she tilted her head and kissed me, a gentle, fleeting peck that barely grazed my lips.She pulled back slowly, her eyes searching mine, waiting for a reaction I wasn't sure I could give.My eyes were still wide open in shock with everything that just happened, it wasn’t my first kiss but I never expected it. I didn’t recoil, I didn’t feel the urge to pull away, to say it’s from a girl, it felt different, I didn’t quite hate the feeling, i just didn’t understand it, it was …. surreal. I know I should be mad, but the kiss felt, soft and draining. Her soft body on mine was making my mind blank and empty, gee
Lucille’s povThat evening she came to my house, I was alone as usual, my parents were out as always maybe planning my next line of action in the future. Who knows? Maybe friends too and sponsorship, I just couldn’t tell. Then I heard a knock on the door, I wasn’t expecting anyone so I took a while to get the door.When I pulled it open, she was standing there, clutching her books tightly against her breast.Then I remembered our meeting at the library. “Hi there... I did say today, I know I’m early. I just thought we might as well start soon.” Laurel stood on the porch, wearing that signature celebrity, so wide and bright, but I didn’t know if I should let her in or make her leave, I just felt odd with everything, we only talked about it today but now she’s on my doorstep, I know she had said it but it still felt weird, and how did she know where I live? of course she’s the principal’s daughter, no information slips pass her so I decided since she was already here, why not?She loo
Lucille’s pov Laurel, whatever I had with her started off as a joke. From a silly friend to my naughtiest playmate. I remembered how everything had started with her and turned out to be. Back then in school I was the best runner and she was the cool cheerleader, blonde with a smile as bright as the sun, always looking cheerful in that short skirt, looking so innocent but shoot my brain dead if she was anyway innocent. She was worst than a stripper, every nasty thing I knew, I learnt from her.Laurel Spencer, my first, I remembered how it all started from silly sleepovers of sleeping together to sleeping with each other.The first night the transition began was when I was asked by her dad to call her to his office, they just had a show for the football team and I reached the dressing room, she was still in the shower. I walked in on a room full of girls chatting, towels wrapped loosely around them, water still glistening on their skin. At the time, I didn't feel a thing, no spark,
Lucille’s povI was triggered by everything, our fights, the street lights, the sound of the music so I couldn’t stay there any longer as I got outside, I wanted to escape everything, the intensity of the heated environment but as I stepped out, a car was parked at the porch, thinking it was my ride, then I received a message on my phone. “Get in” I checked the sender’s name but it was anonymous. A prickle of unease climbed my spine, by now, the glass should have slid down to reveal a friendly face. Something felt wrong. I was halfway through turning away to call a taxi when the window finally hummed open. I looked at the driver, and I was met with my greatest fear. I had expected to see Patrick, or his chauffeur, anyone but someone from his side since he was the one I texted but I was met with my mother, sitting in the car. My mother sat behind the wheel. An icy dread washed over me. My heart skipped a bit, this was something unusual, ever since I was little, my mum never showe
Marcella’s povI rode home so fast, wanting to be in the comfort of my bed, my heart still aching from the pain of rejection. I drove so reckless, lucky enough there was no siren behind me and I didn’t get in harm’s way.When I got home, I walked in and from the door Rose gave me a furious look, I could see the anger in her eyes and not too long she began whining like a baby…“Do you even know how worried I was all day, you weren’t taking your calls, I thought to call your mum, I was so fucking worried”.“Learn to leave me alone!!!”. I yelled at her and shut the door. I didn’t want anyone scolding me like a child. I already had enough that night, I just needed some comfort.I fell into my bed folding myself in my arms, feeling beaten and broken. All the years of waiting, longing, wasted just like that.. if I had known this would have been the case I wouldn’t have made an effort. But I felt the connection right from the first day, and something within just keeps telling me she felt it
Lucille’s povThe basement was dimly lit. Then, Chloe stepped forward, draped in a ceremonial red robe and clutching a flickering candle. Beside her, the other disciples stood like shadows in their black robes, finally pulling back their hoods to reveal themselves.“Miss Marcella Solis,” Chloe bega
Lucille’s POVEver since that night, the memories have haunted me. I’ve become terrified of being alone, scared to walk alone, to eat alone, to simply exist in the silence. I craved a presence, anyone really, to remind me that I was still loved, that people still cared. To remind it was normal to b
Marcella’s povI was trembling so badly I could feel my teeth rattling. I had no idea where my abductors were taking me. They carried me like a piece of cargo, one holding my legs and the others gripping my arms, taking me away in the street. I wondered if passerby didn’t see the way they carried m
Marcella’s povMorning arrived with a heavy irony. I felt a desperate need for sleep, a craving to quiet the noise in my head. For too long, my mind had been a prisoner to high school memories, but now the present was demanding my full attention. As I lay there, the events of the party replayed in







