Page 26 of Driftwood Daffodil

“Don’t worry baby, Momma take care of you.”

“Don’t fucking say that.”

The last thing I wanted to think about while I had my dick in my hand was momma anything.

“What’s wrong, did Gio have a bad day? Well maybe if you would stop blowing me off…”

I cut her off… “I swear to fucking God Carissa.”

“Alright,” she giggled. “hang on.”

I cursed her existence under my breath while she propped her phone up on the dresser, then crawled back on the bed and spread her legs. I stroked myself as she grimaced and shoved the Manhandler in her cunt, but something was wrong. Everything was there. Her soft moans and pussy swallowing the large dildo while her husband slept beside her.

Normally I’d be all over this shit. But no matter what I tried, I couldn’t get into it. My eyes kept rolling over to Darry’s dad. He had the same cleft in his chin as his son.

There were two people in this world who always had my back. Atlee and Darry. They’d been there for me since we were little kids. It didn’t matter what happened. Death, sickness, or a lecture from my father, they were there supporting me. And I was doing this.

Where was the line? What was next? Would I fuck one of Atlee’s sisters just because it would make me feel better, even though I knew what their father would do to them? If my father found out about this shit he’d kill Carissa. Yet here I was stroking my cock like it didn’t matter what happened to one of my best friend’s mothers.

“Stop,” I said and tucked my dick away.

“What’s wrong?” Carissa asked without so much as pausing.

I scrubbed a hand down my face to try and wipe the image of her getting off from my mind. “I can’t do this.”

“Yes you can.” She just kept on fucking herself like I didn’t say a thing. “Come on Gio, I’m so close. Come with me.”

My eyes rolled over to the man sleeping beside her.

“Come with your husband.” I said and hung up.

I was no better than the prick who knocked up Darya LaBelle. I should be cursed too and join the scum of the earth like Mathew Atkins in the depths of hell.

Sighing, I looked over at the daffodils blowing in the breeze. Maybe their poison would come for me one day.

NOVALEE

Before my sister became an introvert that hid behind her child, Veda was a normal teenage girl full of useful pieces of information. Like how not to get caught sneaking in the house drunk, and why girls should stay away from football players. Yes, my sister was that girl in school. The one that waved her pom poms and dated football players.

While those lessons weren’t things she’d necessarily taught me per say, I did learn from her mistakes. So in my mind they still counted towards her sibling quota. As did the time she told me how important one’s entrance could be to their overall reputation and memorability. And let me just say my entrance into St. Agatha’s was a grand one.

When I pulled my truck into the parking lot, more than half the student body ducked for cover. My favorite were the two girls who dove into a nearby bush, Can’t say I blamed them. Backfire roaring out of the muffler could easily be confused for a gunshot.

Let’s just say when I pushed open my squeaky door and stepped out, I had a bit of an audience. I couldn’t wait to see their reaction when I started it up and covered all these pretty cars in a cloud of smoke.

I slammed my door shut – a tad harder than I needed to – flipped my ponytail over my shoulder, and headed for the front entrance. A few people whispered as I walked past and I got a death glare from one of the girls in the bushes. That one hated me. On the upside I definitely nailed the memorable part of the entrance scenario, and I beat my old record for making a nemesis.

Cindy and I were friends until the second day of kindergarten. How was I supposed to know mud fights weren’t her thing? She was less than appreciative of the glob I smashed in her face. It wasn’t my fault she didn’t have a sense of humor. The other kids thought it was hilarious.

Speaking of other kids…

I looked up at the girls eyeing me from the top of the four steps to the entrance. Every girl here was wearing the same blue plaid skirt and white shirt I was, but these three stood out. Based on their manicured nails and perfectly styled hair, I was going to assume they were either here for some kind of photo shoot, or they were the it girls.

Every school had them. A group of three or four girls who walked around like they were queens and every one should bow down before them. The sad fact was, some people did bow down.

Personally I didn’t see the appeal. Looking that good had to be exhausting, and I didn’t have time for that shit. I barely hadtime to tie my hair back before Maw Maw was pushing me out the door.

There was only one question now… which one was the leader. There was always a leader. Queen bitch so to say, and she was usually the worst.

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