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Tears sting my lids.It’s all too much.I don’t want to tell her.If I tell her, I open the door to the shit in my life.It’s not for her to deal with.Even Thalia doesn’t really know.
If I keep it to myself, then it doesn’t have to be true.I don’t have to face what he’s like.I can keep pretending that our relationship is fine.I won’t lose him.
“Fingers.Clit.Take yourself right to the edge.”
A cold rush of air washes over my back when she moves away.My hand returns to my pussy, I’m dripping.Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I move over my clit, two fingers dipping in and out of my entrance, gathering up excitement and using it to ease the friction on my clit.
I jerk as my clit pulses hard.There’s no way I’m holding out again, my whole body is taut.
“Lucy,” Midnight growls my name.
“I’m going to…” I moan, my fingers moving faster.
The belt follows, so hard I break.A sob rips from my chest.My pussy tips, the rippling blister of the belt shoving me over the edge into an orgasm.Two words slip from my lips as I sag against the sofa.
“My father.”
The belt clatters to the apartment floor, the metal buckle tinging against laminate flooring.
The ringing of release.
Of a confession forty years in the making.
The sound of a weight I didn’t know I’d been carrying finally lifting.
26
Midnight
Lucy sags against her sofa, her body completely spent.But there, glistening on her neck, is the hint of the symbol we were hoping for.
I reach out and hesitate.Her skin shimmers.
“Wow,” I breathe.
The symbol is there, but I can’t quite make it out.It’s too faint.
She rolls over, lying flat on the sofa.“What’s wrong?”
“It’s there, it’s just so light it’s hard to make it out.Look in the mirror.”
She attempts to get up and stumbles, and I realise this is not what I’m supposed to be doing.I should be caring for her while she’s in this state.
“Come here,” I lift her into my arms and carry her to her bedroom where there’s a full-length mirror.
“See,” I say.
She frowns.
“Demon’s sake, Lucy, it’s right there.”
Her face crumples.“There’s nothing there.”
I huff and place her down on the bed.“Get under the covers, I’ll be back.”
I fetch her some water and some scraps of paper, then I ferret around until I find a pencil.I return to Lucy and pull her chin around.“Fuck, it’s gone,” I groan.
“How inconvenient,” she says, but her eyelashes flutter at me.
