Ashlyn
Freak
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“I’m sorry, babe. I wish I could make it to your graduation,
but I’m not feeling too hot.” Ashlyn sounded sad and sickly, her words
separated by stiff coughs. She was twirling curls of her blonde hair with a
slender index finger. There was a wicked crest smile on her face as she
scrolled through her Facebook feed on her iPad.
“It’s okay, honey,” the male voice sadly said through the
speaker of Ashlyn’s iPhone. “You’ll at least try and make it to dinner, right?
My parents are dying to meet you. They don’t care if you’re sick. Even if they
did, I don’t.” The words made her cringe. She grimaced and her hand
instinctually went to hang up the phone. For some reason, she decided against
it.
“I don’t know, Shawn. I’ll most likely be in a Nyquil coma…
I gotta go.”
“Oh, okay. Get better. I love –,” –Boop-
Ashlyn hung up her phone right as her sister walked into her
room. She walked in with her arms crossed and a thin frown on her tired face.
“Brittany, you really need to start knocking,” Ashlyn said
with a sigh. "Have you already forgotten what you walked in on last
Thursday?” Brittany closed her eyes and shook her head. It was quite obvious
that Ashlyn had triggered memories about the week before. Brittany had come
home late from work and had heard loud knocking coming from upstairs. Her parents’
mansion was quite large, but Brittany had isolated the sound. She had noticed
that the dining room table was broken and considered a possible break-in. As
she walked up the steps slowly, she noticed sounds of struggle coming from
Ashlyn’s room. Brittany was frightened, but more concerned for her younger
sister. When she opened the bedroom door she was horrified. Three unrecognizable
males were in Ashlyn’s room. Pig masks covered the identities of the men. They
were all naked, including Ashlyn. She was on her bed sandwiched between two men
who were forcing themselves into her. The third man kneeled with a digital
camera at the side of the bed telling the others to be louder.
“You’re such a bitch,” Brittany said to her sister. “Your whoring
will catch up to you. I really don’t want anything to happen to you, but if you
don’t care why should I? Anyways, I just came up here to tell you that some
douche bag was at the door asking for you.”
“Thanks. That will be all Nurse Sourpuss,” Ashlyn laughed as
she sprang from her bed. She was very slim with breasts that seemed too big for
her frame. Her golden hair fell upon her shoulders in curly spirals. A pink sherbet
Local Celebrity deep V-neck T-shirt with I’M
A KEEPER displayed on the front covered her bosom. She also wore black
Topshop faux leather shorts and a pair of pink Nike Dunk High sneakers. Her
green eyes seemed to be full of energy as she skipped towards her sister. “Don’t
worry about me because I’ll be just fine. Oh, and F.Y.I., that ‘douche bag’
downstairs is my paycheck, one of many. He’s the guy that bought me that
Mustang. What did your last paycheck buy you?”
Brittany only stared at her sister. Her eyes stored rage
that should be reserved only for sworn enemies, not siblings. Nonetheless,
Brittany stood still with arms folded into her nurse scrubs.
“That’s right,” Ashlyn said as she brushed invisible dust
from Brittany’s shoulders. “You work for a living and yet you still live with
your parents. That must suck.” She kissed her sister on the cheek and ran down
the right side of the spiral staircase leading to the front door of her parents’
house.
When she opened the door, a tall white man wearing J. Crew
denims, G-Star leather jacket, white T-shirt, and a pair of black and red Pajar
boots greeted her. Resting on his buzzed head was an all red Miami Heat fitted
cap. Ashlyn ran into his arms.
“Damn, what up girl?” The guy wobbled backwards like a robot
due to the severity of his sagging jeans. “You frisky today, shorty.”
“I’m always frisky, Chad.” Ashlyn rubbed his manhood through
his pants and began to kiss him deeply. She wrapped her left leg around his
right leg and Chad began to wobble backward again. They didn’t stop moving or
kissing until Chad’s body bumped against the pink and black Mustang in the driveway.
Ashlyn gave Chad a few more soft pecks on the mouth and pressed her head on his
chest as she wrapped her arms around him. “I really want to go to that bonfire
party tonight. You’re going right?”
“Are you talking about Mark’s party? Hell yeah I’m going,”
Chad said after he kissed her on the top of the head. “It will be poppin’ in
that bitch. I can’t wait to get obliterated. You can ride with me.”
Ashlyn looked up at him and smiled. “We better get ready
then. Let’s go take a shower.”
- Terry
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