| Hollis |Early afternoon light cracked through the newly shut mahogany curtains, their illuminating lines kissing Whitney and Hollis’ nude bodies as they took turns indulging in one another without pause. They were surrounded with a plethora of adult toys, all unexplored and guaranteed to heighten the lovers’ sensitivity on multiple fronts. Open storage canisters were strewn about, revealing an art neither girl could wait to dabble in.Each other.Hollis watched her own fingers as they transferred a generous amount of edible body paint from it’s respective container, and onto her panting girlfriend’s swollen breasts. The bright pink liquid dried quickly- keeping it’s magnificent pigment. Whitney moaned at her lover’s unique touch, occasionally glancing at the blonde’s concentrated expression while she glided along the ample mounds that were presented so helplessly in front of her.“You’re...

| Whitney |“I’m fine, Hollis. Really.” Whitney sighed with agitation during the drive back to her place after lunch the following afternoon. Fidgeting with the top button of her dark wash skinny jeans, she cast an indifferent glance at her worried blonde girlfriend. “It’s not even like we were close or anything...I’m over everyone asking me if I'm okay already!”It was as if an internal switch had flipped itself off overnight. Whitney finally cried herself to sleep cradled in Hollis’ arms at around one A.M, and everyone at the Bogard residence braced themselves for what was to come when the grieving woman woke up and had to face the news all over again. What they weren’t prepared for was her seemingly emotionless, disinterested attitude. She went about showering and socializing like normal, albeit with a skeptical Hollis following her around everywhere just in case she broke down again. D

The next evening| Jakob |SMS: You on the schedule tonight? I’m back in Auburn and headed to group here pretty soon. Hit me up if you’re free and want to come. I’ll grab you. Jake glanced over at his black Galaxy S8 with an elated grin as he applied a decent amount of TIGI Bed Head mousse to his anything-but -natural floppy royal blue hair. He hadn’t spoken with Hollis since the afternoon they’d all gone hiking together, and figured she’d call or text when she had a chance to cool off. It was about time too, because he’d been feeling like dog shit from that day on after blabbing about Ringo’s possible closure in front of his co-worker’s clueless girlfriend. He could still feel those intense grey eyes boring a hole into his skull as the words left his lips- only made worse by Whitney’s confused glare in Hollis’ direction.

| Whitney |Is Holly at group tonight because of me? Whitney pondered guiltily after Dalton and Nina settled back down and tuned into their horror flick marathon. The dark haired girl loved on camera gore as much as the next person, and had even been behind the scenes on a few sets her EX Zette had been casted to play a minor role in. That meant getting to see some cool shit like FX makeup being applied, ECT.As much as Whitney wanted to lose herself in the third installment of ‘The Human Centipede’, she just couldn’t stop thinking about what happened between her and Hollis earlier. The blonde’s defeated misty grey eyes tormented Whitney from memory, making her wince involuntarily. She started playing with the top button of her light blue dip hem tee as she cursed herself out internally for pushing Hollis out of her house in tears this afternoon.How could you do that to her? She was trying to make you feel less alon

Twelve years prior, Auburn Maine | Hollis |“WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH YOU BROUGHT IN MY HOUSE-” Margot Bogard’s slight Swedish accent became more and more prominent as she screamed like a banshee at someone- who soon identified himself as her ‘loving’ husband, Chadwick, with a mature, slurred retort of his own. He was clearly drunk, and just as erratic as ever. “OH FUCK OFF, YOU DITZY BROAD. WE ALL KNOW YOU’RE SLEEPING AROUND ON ME AND HAVE BEEN FOR YEARS. HOW DOES IT TASTE, SWEETHEART? HUH??”Fantastic. At least he sounds too busy to hit me today... Hollis thought to herself grimly. Her battered, bruised ribs couldn’t take any more abuse for the foreseeable future. The stinging cuts and welts on her legs from being whipped there just started healing, too. She needed a break more than anyone knew."Vara ot