SCARRED (Scars) (2 page)

Anger consumes me halfway through the ceremony when I realize that David is sitting in a wheelchair by Aiden’s parents. It takes everything I can to stop myself from stomping up the aisle and making a scene. His nose is bandaged from being broken and from what I understand he has extensive bruising across his chest.

He doesn’t belong here. He needs to leave. This is all his fault. If
Aiden’s parents really knew David was driving and not Aiden they would not be sitting there beside him. They would be livid if they knew the truth. But, I know the truth, and I will never forget it either. One day he will pay for what he has done, if I have to punish him myself.

After the funeral the congregation waits for the casket to leave the church before we proceed to the gravesite for the burial. I wait patiently with Amy before we make our way outside. The vast graveyard looks like a concert venue with the amount of people here. I knew Aiden had friends, but not like this. This is crazy and during my lapse of judgment of the crowd, I manage to make my way too close to the actual grave. I hadn’t wanted to get this close in my state of mind but now that I am here, I will just have to wait it out. I do not want to appear callous and uncaring.

Once the majority of the mourners are congregated at the gravesite the Pastor says a few short words of “promise” and “future” before directing friends and family to place flowers on the casket. I, however, cannot make my feet move to follow through with it. I stand there, like a statue, holding a single white rose. I turn to Amy who is looking at me with such sorrow.

“I’m ready to go home now.” I say to her.

“Are you not going to go through the flower procession?”

“No, I’m sorry, I can’t do it.”

“Well out of respect, you stay here and let me go take care of both of our flowers. I’ll be right back.”

“You think I don’t have respect?” I question angrily.

“No that is not what I am saying. Look, Jordan, everyone here understands. You stay right here, I will be back in less than five minutes.”

I nod and hand her my rose. While waiting I look around the crowd at the different groups of people, each in their own state of mourning, when I notice David again. Rage bubbles once more and….

What is that awful smell? Damn, why does my head hurt so bad?

I open my eyes and look around. There is a nice lady standing over me.

“She’s awake!” she says and moves to make room for Amy.

“Oh, there you are. We were worried you hit your head on a gravestone when you fainted. Another minute and we would have called an ambulance.” Amy explains.

“”I’m fine. Just a bad headache and now nauseated from some foul smell.”

“Yeah, that is the smelling salts. It smells horrendous.” Amy says

“I need to go home.” I plead.

“Yeah you do. Buckle up and lets get out of here.” Amy responds and heads around to the driver seat.

“But, I really should go talk to…”

“You can do that later, or tomorrow. Right now I want to get you to bed.” Amy says softly, “ Oh, and here, your mom gave me one to give you when you needed it. It looks like now is about that time.” Amy hands me another Valium and I swallow it without any drink. Time to return to “Never, Never Land”.

A Ω A Ω A Ω

Over the next few months as my mom w
orks on weaning me from the Valium I realize that I get aggravated easier than ever before and that I am more quick tempered than I have ever been in my life. I also swear that I am hearing things, maybe I am going crazy. I have gotten so sick of people calling to check and see how I am doing that I unplugged the phone from the jack, wrapped the cord around it and threw it on top of my dresser. So maybe that doesn’t sound so crazy, probably not. What is crazy is that around one o’clock yesterday morning, that phone rang once. Yes it was still unplugged. I think I am being haunted. One ring was always the signal Aiden and I used when it was a late night getting home so that we could let the other know we were home okay without waking up the entire family.

Now who’s going crazy?

I cannot make it a week of not having any medicine to keep me calm before I decide to look for something to take my mind off of my sorrows. Everyone tells me that a little bit of weed is relaxing. Maybe that will help keep me on an even keel. I was never a pothead in the past so I have reservations but the people I know who do smoke weed every now and then don’t seem likely to go off and murder someone. Guess I’ll give it a try.

CHAPTER
2

1992

“
Hey, pass the fucking joint Ashley!”

Cough…cough

“Give me a damn minute.”

“I paid good money for that shit.” I fuss, “So don’t smoke it all.”

“I’m not. Here!” she huffs out as she passes me what’s left of the joint we are smoking in the bathroom of the party we are attending.

“While I hit this, why don’t you set up those lines for me?” I tell her

Whoooooop……Haaaaaa

Tap, tap, tap Scrrrrrr.Tap.Scrrrrrr.Tap

Whoooooop……Haaaaaa

“Here!” she states as she hands me a three inch plastic straw and takes the joint back from me.

“Thank you….took you long enough!” I snap as I put the straw up one side of my nose, pinch my other nostril closed and lean over the white powder that is lined up on the bathroom counter.

Sniiiffffff….snf.snf

“Gah!” I raise up and hold my head back. “Hand me my drink.”

“Jordan. You really need to stop candy-flipping. One day you are going to wind up dead.” Ashley explains.

              “I’ve been dead a long time so quit worrying about me and give me one more hit off that joint so we can go do this.”

Whoooooop……Haaaaaa

“All right, lets go!” I tell her as I turn and open the bathroom door.

We step into the master bedroom where Jackson and Jacob are waiting. Over the distance of the six foot it takes me to get to Jackson sitting on the bed, I have managed to discard all of my clothes, am completely naked and on my knees on the floor unbuckling Jacksons belt. Jackson reaches back, grabs his collar and pulls his shirt over his head before he lays back and begins to unbutton his jeans.

Jacob moves from the window where he is standing and makes his way around behind me as he quickly sheds his clothes. He traces his fingers down my spine as I impatiently jerk Jackson’s jeans and boxers off his body. I throw Jacksons clothes across the room and grab his hard dick in my hand. Then lick up the vein from his balls to the tip before I tease the head with my tongue.

“Jacob, quit fucking with me and get Ashley’s clothes off. When I am finished sucking his dick I want her wet and ready so I can taste her pussy while she is sucking yours.

Jacob moves towards Ashley and I turn my head back and suck Jackson all the way to my throat, then back off so I can grab his dick with one hand while I cup his balls with the other.

I glance sideways to see that Jacob has Ashley naked and is leaning in front of her laving her nipples with his tongue. She has her head thrown back and is holding his head against her chest. Slowly, Jacob lowers Ashley to the bed beside us.

“Oh God Jordan, don’t stop. That feels so fucking good.” Jackson moans as he threads his fingers through my hair to grip my head and begins pistoning himself in and out of my mouth. I remove my hand around his shaft and suck him all the way to my throat. Once I have him there, I hold and swallow so that my throat closes around the sensitive glands.

“Fuck!” He groans out.

I swallow again and moan knowing he can feel the vibration in his balls. Since my gag reflex went out the door from the coke drainage, my throat is numb enough that I can hold him there and continue swallowing until he yells out his release as I suck and swallow every drop from him.

I plant my hands on Jackson’s thighs and push myself to standing. I look down at Jackson lying on the bed in a lustful haze and wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb.

“You’re not done yet, Jackson. I’m in charge tonight and you have until I eat Ashley’s pussy to the point she screams my name in pleasure to be hard and ready to go again.”

I step sideways, kneel between Ashley’s legs, and throw her thighs over my shoulders before I wrap my arms around her legs and use my hands to spread her pussy wide. I don’t take my time teasing her, instead I dive straight in and lick from her asshole to her clit.

“Unnhhh” she moans.

“Jesus Christ, that is fucking sexy.” Jacob mutters.

I pull back and look in Jacobs’s direction. “Fuck her mouth!” I order. He immediately begins positioning himself beside her head. Jackson has rolled to his side facing her, propped up on one elbow stroking himself.

Ashley sucks Jacob into her mouth
as he leans across her head holding his weight on his arms and strokes in and out of her mouth. I reposition my hand where one hand is holding Ashley open while I snake my other hand around and insert two fingers into her wet pussy as I latch onto her clit and suck. Her hips buck up off the bed when I curl my fingers up and rub the nerve ball of her g-spot. I suck her clit through my teeth again.

“Fuck, Jordan, I’m gonna come!” she screams around a mouthful of Jacobs dick and he plunges harder into the back of her throat.

I raise my head to speak while I continue to massage her g-spot with now three fingers.

“Jacob, that’s enough. You guys better suit up cause this is not going to take much longer.” I lower my head back between Ashley’s thighs as Jackson and Jacob spring off the bed to grab condoms off the bedside table.

I suck Ashley’s clit back between my teeth and bite down softly to add pressure while I flick it with the tip of my tongue. I twist my fingers inside her before returning to apply pressure to the ball of nerves inside, I latch on one last hard time, bite her clit to the point of painful and then suck it hard when I feel her tightening, clenching my fingers and her body begins to convulse. Quickly, I remove my fingers from her pussy and replace them with my tongue as I lap up her juices.

I
stand from my kneeling position and turn to find both men stroking their now protected cocks with absolute lust blazing in their eyes.

I reach my hand to help Ashley up from her sated position on the bed. “Ash, come here. It’s time all of us have some fun. I turn to Jared. “Lay on your back on the bed, feet on the floor.” Jared assumes the position as instructed and I crawl up and straddle him. Not wasting any time, I grip his dick, position it at my entrance before I forcefully sink down all the way to the hilt.

Air forces its way through his teeth and I lean over and press my lips to his, plunging my tongue into his mouth before I sit back up.

“Tastes good, doesn’t she.” I state rather than question.

“MmmHmm” is the only response I get.

I begin slowly rocking back and forth on Jacob.

“Jackson lube up and get over here behind me. Ashley sit on Jacobs face so he can taste that sweet pussy of yours. Back to me, lay forward and fuck his mouth.”

Ashley crawls over Jacobs face and leans forward. I watch as his tongue darts out and into her wet folds. Jackson moves behind me and when I feel him place his hands on my hips, I turn to look him in the eyes. “Now fuck me. Fuck me hard! Hard enough that Ashley feels you through us.” I order him before I turn back around and lean against Jacob’s chest to allow Jackson better access.

I feel the head of Jackson’s dick penetrate that first painful barrier of my ass before I forcefully rock back against him until he is seated fully inside me. Full. My pussy is full, my ass is full and I love it.

The guys quickly find their rhythm pounding into me opposite each other and I lower my head to assist Jacob in driving Ashley crazy. I swirl my tongue through her pussy lips and move to rim her ass.

I stick two fingers in Ash’s pussy for lube before I ease them into her tight ass. She immediately begins to moan and writhe against our ministrations.

Our explosions detonate almost simultaneously with Ash screaming out first causing both guys to thrust into me uncontrollably before they fall into the abyss taking me with them on a high that is ten times better than the drugs. We collapse into a pile on the bed panting erratically.

This is what I live for. No pain. Only for the high of the drugs and the adrenaline rush of an orgasm.

We lay there, all tangled in each other for a half an hour before I get up, put my clothes on and walk out the bedroom door calling over my shoulder; “Thanks guys, we’ll do this again tomorrow.”

A Ω A Ω A Ω

I am still tw
eaking when I pull into the driveway at one o’clock in the morning. Normally everyone is in the bed at this hour so it catches me off guard to see two cars in the driveway that don’t belong.

After a few minutes of mentally preparing myself of what is to come, I get out of the car and make my way
through the back door by the kitchen and come face to face with my dad, step-mom and four of their friends playing cards. I freeze.

“Tell me you did not just drive home drunk!” my dad booms.

“No, I have not had a drop of alcohol all night.” I belt back at him.

“You look like shit. What the hell have you been doing then?” he asks, the anger still apparent in his voice.

“Having a fucking orgy, if you must know.” I spit out at him.

Everyone sitting at the table stares at me with their mouths gaping open. Well, everyone except my dad. His face shows pure rage.

“Go to fucking bed, NOW! Sleep it off and we will discuss this bright and early tomorrow.”

“Whatever” I mumble and head for the couch in the living room.

I sprawl out across the couch and close my eyes. Though my body feels numb, I know I am still wired to hell because I feel like every hair on every inch of my body is standing on end.

Just breathe….Relax, it’s time to get some sleep
.

“HaHaHaHeHe!”

“What the hell are you laughing about?” I hear booming from the kitchen.

I open my eyes and look up to see dad standing at the kitchen counter glaring at me.

“You! I am laughing at all of you. You just don’t realize that you are all dead. I’m gonna blow this mother fucker up and kill everyone here. Then you will all be dead, just like me.”

“I’m calling your mother. You, go to bed.”

“Good, call mom. It’s all her fault anyway. Then she can be dead like the rest of us.” I snap as I get off the couch and stomp towards my bedroom. I slam the door closed and my body falls face first onto my bed where I pass out. Finally.

A Ω A Ω A Ω

“Get your ass out of bed!”

I roll over grumbling and crack my eyes open to take a peak at the clock.

Seven thirty. He has got to be kidding.

“I don’t have to work today, so leave me alone and let me sleep.” I groan and roll back over.

The blankets are snatched off my bed and the chilly morning air assaults my body.

“Your dad said to get up. Now!”

“Mom, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Your dad called this morning. Now get out of bed and take a shower. You stink.”

“Can’t we do this after I get a few more hours of sleep?” I plead. “It’s cold. Give me my blanket back.”

“Get up now or I am going to dump a pitcher of ice water on you.” My dad yells.

“FINE!” I snap as I get up and stomp to the bathroom. I slam the door and lock it before I turn and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

Damn, I look like the walking dead. Well at least it fits, I’ve been dead for almost a year now.

After I soak in a hot shower and dress, I make my way to the living room so my parents can preach at me for a while.

“What’s up?” I ask as I sit on the couch.

“You need to go and pack a suitcase with a few of your sentimental things and your school stuff.” Dad explains.

“I’m not moving to mom
s!” I state.

“No, you’re going to rehab.” Mom answers.

“THE HELL I AM!” I shout.

Rehab
!

Fuck
!