Chapter 85 Limping

Chapter 85 Limping
ELIANA 

CThe bright sunlight penetrating through the white shear curtains hits my face and I softly flutter my eyelashes.

A groan escapes my lips when I flip to my sides, feeling a dull ache down there. What the hell-a breath catches in my throat when the memories of the previous night come flashing in my head. The party, the car drive, touching myself inside Jackson's car as he watched me through the window of his room, the fire inside me flaming hot after touching myself and I couldn't hold back anymore and ended up knocking on his door, him making me admit the filthiest secrets that I have never told anyone because I’m afraid that they'll think I am crazy, him walking to the chair and making me strip for him, giving him a blow job and him burying his cock deep in in my guts while holding a fistful of my hair and gagging on it, him taking me from behind roughly thrusting in and out of me deeply, hitting that sweet spot that he only knows off and me begging for more like a cock addict in his jersey as he whispered dirty words in my ear. Bouncing on his cock, him smacking my ass and a loud moan escaping my lips. Him fucking me on the wall, table and everywhere in his room. His room turned into chaos, books on the floor, our clothes everywhere and the condoms…

I grab a pillow and press on my face as embarrassment raises up my guts. Honestly, I can't believe that all that happened. Heavens, I can't believe that I did all that, with Jackson and even asked for more,for him not to stop, promising him that I’m all his and only his.

This is messed up. So messed up. I’m supposed to feel guilty and dirty after everything that happened between us. Of course there's this part of me that feels terrible. The worst daughter in the world and…a worst sister because I didn't stop Jackson when he was getting too close. Instead, I walked to his room and knocked for him to open.

However, there's this sick part of me that feels…

I blow a deep sigh, throwing away the pillow because it's useless to use it as a shield as it doesn't help that much. Not when the memories burn this deep in my brain. Not when I can still feel his mouth on my aching pussy, not when I can feel the ghost of his touches on my body. Not when I can still hear his deep voice whispering sinful things in my ear. 

Not when…

I push the thoughts at the back of my mind, casting the blankets away and drag myself at the edge of the body. A grit my teeth when I feel the soreness again, reminding me of my recklessness.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, I slowly raise my head to the full-length mirror before and I gulp. I can't seem to recognise the girl looking back at me. I look deep into those brown hazel eyes staring back at me, searching for something. Anything that would help me feel like the old me again. The Eliana Brook who wasn't this reckless. The Eliana who always thought about something before making the decision.

What happened to her? It's like something deep inside me has shifted. Something fundamental and I can't help but look away…

I’m wearing one of his button down shirts. I don't remember how he put it on me. I can't remember how I ended up in my room either. The only thing that I recall was him preparing a warm bath for me in his room with supplements that would help my body feel relaxed and better. Well, he's a fucking athlete and that was to be expected. I recall him carefully placing me in the bathtub like I would break. When he was done bathing me, he wrapped me into a towel and carried me in his arms and my head dropped on his chest, exhausted.

“My eyes can't stay open anymore. My eyelids are too heavy…” I whispered, my voice weak and shaky as he walked us from his bathroom.

“It's okay. Don't worry, you're safe. Close your eyes and dream of me wrecking your world.” He responded in a deep chuckle, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk.

I wanted to respond back to him but my lips felt heavy. I couldn't bring myself to utter even a single word. I wanted to slap the stupid smirk from his face but it was all the same, my hand was heavy and I couldn't even lift my pinkie. Slowly, my long eyelashes slide shut and darkness enveloped me-

He must be the one who put the shirt on me. It's a little too big for me since he's all muscles and deep abs. It's hanging mid-thigh and…it smells more like him. His strong cologne with a touch of pure masculinity. I don't know why but-there's something about wearing his shirt. I feel comfortable in it. 

Maybe…a little too comfortable.

Releasing a breath, I push myself off the bed, groaning a little when I feel the dull ache between my legs. However, I don't let it stop me as I walk to the dresser and grab a clean towel, limping a bit and head over to the bathroom to freshen up hoping maybe, just maybe it would clear the fog in my head and help me think straight.

It's a good thing it's on a weekend since I can't bring myself to imagine today being a school day, limping down the hallway.

I turn on the cold shower and step under it, closing my eyes and letting my mind wander freely to anything but not last night. Trying to remind myself of who I used to be, my goals and everything in between…

When I’m done in the bathroom, I head back to my room. I change into black legs and a white turtle neck, trying to hide the evident marks of yesterday's wild night. I can't let anyone see them. Especially not my mother because she would only be worried about me.

I swallow when I give it a thought, fixing the neck while trying to put on a smile.

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Distinct chatter and soft laughter takes over my hearing as I approach the kitchen and it makes me stop, contemplating if I should enter or turn around and walk away. Very far away where nobody knows my name or anything that happened to me yesterday but that doesn't sound like a good idea.

Sucking in a breath, I walk into the kitchen, my steps are a little hesitant like I might turn around and run away.

I swallow when my eyes lock with those blue eyes, reminding me of how dark they turned yesterday night as he gazed at me between his legs.

He's casually leaning on the kitchen counter like everything is perfectly normal, his eyes and face not giving away that much. Pretending like he didn't turn my world upside down and turned me into a moaning mess. Like he didn't have his cock deep in my guts that I almost choked on it and died.

Like…

“Eli?” My mom's voice cuts through the trail of my thoughts and my throat tightens.

I turn in her direction. She's wearing a simple orange floral dress, standing by the stove as she flips a pancake on the pan.

Uncle Robert is sitting on the island table with a cup of steaming coffee and a plate of pancakes and scrambled eggs before him. He gives me a smile, acknowledging my presence.

“Uncle Robert, Mom, Good morning.” I say, the words coming out a little awkward for some reason. Perhaps it's because of the guilt clogged in my throat.

“Good morning.” They respond simultaneously, the smile on my mom's face broadening.

“Come give your mother a hug.” She complains, opening one arm for me while she uses the other to cook. Heavens, I don't feel worthy of hugging her. That's the reason why I didn't go for it like I always do.

“O-okay,” I reply, pressing my lips into a thin line and walk to her…

She wraps her arms around me and plants a kiss on my hair. I raise my heavy hands and hug her back, swallowing down the knot in my throat. A small smile tugs on the corner of my lips when we pull back from the brief hug.

“Come on, settle down and have breakfast.” Her voice is warm and it doesn't make me feel any better. I nod at her words then turn around and walk to the table.

“Eli?” I stop dead in my tracks halfway the table when my mother calls my name then…gradually turn to look at her.

“Yes-yes?” My voice comes out a little shaky, not sure of what she wants to say to me.

“Is everything okay? Are you limping?” All the colour drains on my face as her question hangs heavily in the air…