Genre: Romance | Lesbian Fiction | Adult Theme: M18
Disclaimer: Any similarities to any people, places or things in reality is pure coincidence as this is a complete work of fiction.
Chapter 9: The Runaways
After work, Chris called Trix and asked if she could sleep over at her place for the night.
Trix said yes.
Sa spent the night making herself chamomile tea and watching commercials on T.V. while staring into space, before she finally switched it off and went to bed.
Chris woke up the next day in Trix’s bed. She sat at the edge, her back turned away from Trix, her right hand clawing at the skin of the back of her left hand. She dressed and left without saying goodbye.
Sa went to University. The lecturer’s voice washed over her like background noise as she stared into space. She kept fiddling with her phone, a particular number flashing on and off on it’s screen.
Chris couldn’t go to the restaurant. She was barred from it for the next two weeks until her attitude improved so she went down to the beach and threw rocks into the water.
Sa went home. She put her hand phone on the table and picked up the house phone. She fiddled with the receiver. She put it down. She walked away, walked back, picked up the receiver. She seemed to formulate in her mind something she thought was worthy enough to say, then thought herself out of it and put down the receiver again. She went for a bath, then lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling, her books left abandoned in the sitting room.
Chris called up some of her friends and went drinking that night. She stumbled home, stone drunk, kicked her sofa, then collapsed on it and cried. She’d never admit this to anyone.
Sa rolled over to her side and just for a moment, it was almost as she was right there on that sofa, facing Chris’ crying face. She reached out a hand, as if to stroke Chris’ hair again. Then she smiled, and closed her eyes, and fell asleep, dreaming of that moment when she put her hands on Chris’ hips, and wondered what it would be like if they took the next step from there.
“Tell me what you want, what you like…it’s okaaay~ I’m a lil curious….” – Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato