Havermouth High School, Five Year in the PastShe reached the art class and looked up, expecting Rhett to step out of the alley between the buildings. He did not and she stood for a moment, her heart racing within her chest. She should feel relieved, she told herself. She should feel free… She should be happy. She felt… Jealous. Was he with those girls? Those girls that he had brought to lunch... Where was he with them, and what was he doing?Her fingernails pressed into her palms her grip was so tight. She blew out a breath. There was no way that she could sit through the double class of art without Rhett, wondering where he was and with whom. The chastity belt on her waist was her only reason to stay, but there was another solution to that, she decided. She grabbed two stones off the ground on her way to the girls bathroom and went into a shower cubicle. She stripped off her skirt and sat on the seat, laying the chain that linked the closures over one of the stone, before strikin
Havermouth, Present TimeTo distract herself from the pain and degradation, Aislen had memorized the swirls and curves of the chandelier with its little drops of black crystal to the point that she did not doubt that she would be able to draw it and its shadows once she got free. If she ever got free. It had been hours and it seemed that her entire body throbbed from what Rhett had done to her. The tattoo was worse than the piercings, as the pain was prolonged, but when he stopped, the piercings made themselves known, conflictingly not entirely unpleasantly due to their location, her body confusing the pain signals for pleasure. She was, as a result, angry, frustrated, and horny.And afraid. Very afraid, she admitted to herself. As a teenager she had been humiliated by the Triquetra, but she had never feared them. When she had realized that the relationship wasn’t healthy, that humiliation had morphed into anger and outrage that they would manipulate her in such a way, but she hadn’
Havermouth, Five Years BeforeAislen felt the buzz of the alcohol and drugs pass through her, the intoxication replaced by icy dread. She was shaking her head even as Rhett and Cameron reached forward for her. Her co-ordination was not up to resistance, but she fought.Her shrieks did not cut through the overloud music, the conversation, the party… No one seemed to even notice the Triquetra drag her through. If someone looked, they looked quickly away again.“Don’t,” she pleaded, bracing her heels against the small step out of the house. “Please, no…”Heath’s teeth were bared as he, Cameron, and Rhett tugged her over the edge onto the porch and out into the shadows of the front garden.They threw her down in unison, so that the heels of her hands dug into the earth and grass. For a moment, with clarity, she thought that she had the chance to flee from whatever they intended to do, but then her hands were jerked forward so that she face-planted into the ground, the impact enough that s
Havermouth, Present TimeThere was a dark place inside her mind into which she sank as the hours passed. Almost half her life, her head had been filled with others’ thoughts, so much so that she sometimes wondered if she possessed a single original thought of her own, if her views were hers, if her feelings were her own. Her defense mechanism was to be reactive and to trust her first instinct, rather than try to over analyze things – because if she overthought it, could she trust that the thoughts were her own?Perhaps, she thought, if her grandmother had lived until Aislen was fully trained in her gift, her life would have worked out differently. Maybe she would have learnt to block others out with more control earlier. Perhaps she would have found a purpose for her gift. Perhaps, she would have not shut herself off to such an extent and meeting Cameron would have gone differently…Perhaps if she had been less obsessed with the graphically sexual contents of Heath and Cameron's head
Havermouth, Five Years in the PastIt was past midnight when the Triquetra delivered her to her door. She stumbled into the house, her body exhausted and sore. Her lip was fat and her jaw tender from hitting the grass, her knees and hip were scraped up, and there were bruises that were making themselves known all over her. Come was oozing down her thighs, and she had her first ever hangover. She had no idea where her school bag was. She could not remember if she had left it at the park, or at the house. She was too tired and battered to care. As she closed the front door, Cameron’s Ute pulled out onto the road. “Where in all that’s holy have you been, Aislen Louise Carter?” Her mother demanded at a hiss from behind her. Aislen groaned and rested her forehead against the door for a moment before turning to face her furious mother. “Out,” she said, and staggered towards her room. “You look as if you were dragged behind a car! Your hair is a bird’s nest, and your top is stained. Hav
Havermouth, Present TimeCameron reached over to the bedside lamp and turned it on, bathing them with a golden glow. He sat up, his back to her, his legs over the end of the bed and his feet on the floor. The muscles of his back shifted, displaying the power of years of active manual labor, and his biceps bunched as he ran his hands through his hair, ruffling the russet curls.“Maybe Rhett’s right,” he said under his breath. “About what?” She asked wearily. She was done, just done with the day, she thought. She hurt in so many ways and places and felt as if Rhett had stripped her raw of every belief in her freedom. Her heart was an open, weeping wound. “Maybe, we do need to… just break the rules and talk. He’s told us, time and time again, that you’re not… That you aren’t…” He struggled to say it. “Not normal,” he concluded. “Like we’re… not what you would think of as normal. Maybe… Maybe we just need to say, f-k it, this is how we’re… How that we aren’t…”“Normal,” she prompted, im
Havermouth, Five Years in the PastThe school yard was empty when they arrived, all of the students in class. Heath walked swiftly to the locker bays and shoved his bag inside, taking only the books that he needed out. He glanced at his watch. “I have to go,” he said to her. “I can’t afford to fall behind in this class. At recess…”“I know,” she muttered, scuffing her shoe through the leaf debris blown up against the lockers. “Don’t be late.”“Hmm,” he lifted her chin with his index finger. (Behave… Just f-king behave for once…)“Kiss me, Aislen.”“Why?” She demanded rebelliously. “There’s no one around to see.”His face tightened and his eyes hardened. (Why could she not see what she was doing to them?) “Of course,” he sneered. “That would be how you would see it. Kiss me because I tell you to kiss me, then.”She stood on tiptoes and brushed her lips over his sulkily because she didn’t have the energy to argue further and the vehemence behind his thoughts made it clear that refusing w
Havermouth, Present TimeDespite falling asleep furious with Cameron, Aislen woke thoroughly entangled, her face pressed into his chest and with his arms around her. She had one arm around him, and the other against his heart. She lay with her eyes closed, breathing in the scent of his skin, basking in the warmth of their embrace. She felt him stir and press his face into her hair, breathing her in, but he stayed still. His thoughts were contented. (Finally, things were going right for them… Heath had been right, this would work… They would make her see… Then, they would finally, finally live their lives as they were meant to do…)His c-ck was hard and his desire for her turned the tide of his thoughts. He wanted to kiss her awake and make lazy love in a sleep-warm bed. He wanted her to reach for him, and look at him the way he had seen her look at Rhett, as if she felt for him the same way… There was a pain to that thought that twisted in Aislen’s heart. She pressed her lips to his