Bottomless pitch
Elara
My first ever prom was spent outside. There was, quite sadly, nothing to write home about, but by the time I went back to school the next week, everyone was raving about who did what with who, who kissed who, what was on their hands, how their dresses were, who spiked the punch somewhere, how the P.E. teacher lost his mind, and how the vice principal was somehow on fire. Bottom line , it was chaos, and it was beautiful.
I missed it because my priorities were elsewhere. My priorities were mostly on how to survive the night when my drunk foster father lost his temper and started breaking things around the house.
But during my sophomore year, I actually got a date. He was an idiot, but he was my date, and he was my idiot, so I didn’t mind one bit. He had also tried, rather unceremoniously, to kiss me , an act that caused me nearly to gag from his somehow Cheetos-smelling breath and his Kool-Aid-flavored scent. It was weird, it was sloppy, and it was disgusting, but it was my first kiss.
My second was different. It was forceful, but not so bad , the kind that I read about in books, the one with a man’s hand around a woman’s neck while he made his claim on her. But it wasn’t comfortable, to say the least, and while it wasn’t nearly as disgusting as the first, I found it lacking charm by a large margin.
My third happened in my senior year prom. It was a joke, apparently. The boy, Jason, had been dared to do it, but it wasn’t bad. I should have thought something was off when a member of the football team asked the rest of them often to be his date.
I should have known something was terribly wrong when his girlfriend , or rather, as he called her, his ex-girlfriend Candy , stood in the corner snickering with her friends. I should have, heck, seen it from a mile away when he had received somewhat of a pat’s encouragement from all his friends and bros before he walked up to me.
Still, at the end of senior prom, I got a kiss, and I didn’t mind being the butt of the jokes for the next week. At least I got my Cinderella moment, and I hugged it for my dear life in the years after, quite unforgiving.
Oh no, but those kisses were nothing , not like this one. This one rocked my foundation and left me shattered into a million pieces. It wasn’t forced, or more accurately, I should have seen it coming.
When he shifted back into his human form, when his eyes still glowed silver, when his expression told me there was hardly anything of the man I was vaguely familiar with and all that was left was something else , something primal, something wrong, something strange, something… someone magical.
His expression was more relaxed but, at the same time, so guarded that I knew he could probably stop a bullet with his hands coming at him in formation. He watched me, cocking his head to one side, his eyes filling with a strange emotion that I could only call possessiveness as he stalked closer and closer to me.
Finally, his hands closed around my neck, pulled me closer, while I was somehow barred from moving by the bark of the tree behind me. The hand, somewhat at the same time, pushed me up, bringing me closer to him, while his lips were firmly pressed against mine.
I heard something coming from within, but there’s no way it was mine , it had to be him. It was somewhat a mixture of a moan and a mourn together as heat exploded from my lips all the way down to my belly and lower. There’s no way that was me, I thought, as somehow my back arched against his chest. His other free hand snaked around my waist, pressing me firmly further still.
I was quite literally between a rock and a hard place as my mind slowly ceased to function, my body doing all and my instinct taking over. My hands, free somehow, found themselves in his hair, his neck, his back, pulling him closer as though I was looking for something to eat just after starving myself for months.
I lapped at him greedily as though I was a wanton slut, and I surprised myself. I might have undressed my stranger universe, thrown my leg over his hip, and searched for something more, but suddenly my eyes snapped open. My hands dropped and soon began to search for a means to escape this prison.
He stopped suddenly, let go of my neck, and soon I found him ten feet away, glaring at me with his eyes back to normal as though I had done something. Did I perhaps reach into his mind and cast this spell?
With the back of my hand, I slowly reached up and wiped my lips, hoping that I could erase the sensation, hoping that I could somehow erase what he had just done as though it was some form of a Control Z and it would take away everything , but it didn’t. If anything, it spread, the tingling sensation on my lips toward the side of my cheek, and I dropped my hand and glared at him.
“How dare you?” I felt anger arise from within, bubbling from the depths of the passion that he had woken from within me. It was all , it was all his fault. I repeated it within me over and over again.
“How dare you?” he shot right back at me, glaring at me as though it was my fault that all of this had come to be. Maybe he was one of those men that believed if you dressed bad, then you were asking for it. But in this instance, I only existed , was I then asking for it?
“Don’t give me that bullshit. That’s what this all is , bullshit. This pathetic thing between you and me, it’s bullshit, and it needs to stop. I’m not here for it. You don’t want me, so what is the point of all this nonsense?”
He still glared at me, but his eyes moved over my form with a strange expression brewing on his face, further heightened by perhaps how hot the day was. He looked away and toward the person who should have stopped him from coming closer. She still stood away, her eyes mostly toward the floor.
Suddenly, she looked up, and her eyes landed on me. “There’s nothing I could have done,” she said. “Perhaps you didn’t see how he threw me away like a rag doll, but…” She shrugged and then looked back to him before bowing her head.
“This is not how this should have gone,” she mumbled. “Now the rumors will spread that you are…” She trailed off, looking back toward me. “And somehow people will piece you to someone. You’ll find a way, put you in that someone left, and this happened.”
I scoffed, looking away from her. “Of course,” I said to myself. “This would be my fault.” They would always find a way to blame the poor, unsuspecting human in a monster’s territory.
This was all my fault. I began to laugh bitterly. This place was quite literally after me, and even though I had come to see this over and over again, every single time the reality dawned on me, it came with a shocking revelation along with a shocking series of actions that only amounted to my existing.