Chapter 43: Chapter 43
Misty
The weekend went by typical besides a call from Adelaide that evening.
“Hey Ads!” I answered, balancing the phone on my shoulder as I cut peppers for the sofrita for the week.
“Hey, how's it going?” she said tentatively.
“Things are good, what's up, hot stuff?” I asked, knowing that tone meant she wanted to talk about something. Last night she had sent me a few selfies of herself, actually dressed like herself. Not the baggy hoodies and leggings she’d been wearing over the last month and not the stuffy slinky suits she wore to work at Alpha Enterprises or the glittering gowns Creedon had stuffed her into for galas. Nope, my girl did me proud, full grungy goth with her signature flare of glam. This was Ads to the core unapologetically her. I thought back to the selfie of her and Carter where she was looking at the camera but he clearly only had his eyes on her, softened with a sexy smirk that gave me hope the man was good to her because men didn’t look at women like that without intentions.
“Are you alone?” she asked.
“Yeah, Beck took Cricket down to the store a few minutes ago, they will be gone a while, those two can raid the candy shelves,” I let her know, setting the knife down and wandering off into my room and shutting the door. This felt private, Ads always was weird about some topics, best I not let Beck in on all her personal stuff. “Just for good measure I’ve shut myself in my room, what's going on? Poker night seemed fun, whose the tiny girl though? she was all over you, I thought his friends were ‘together’...”
“Ehh, Lana, she and Mazzie are together but they umm, sometimes…bring in extra entertainment, it's all good though, I didn’t pop my lesbian cherry without you I promise.”
“Ya know I wouldn’t have blamed you they are both hot, anyway what’s up?”
Adelaide sighed. “It's stupid,” she scoffed.
Now my curiosity was peaked.
“Adelaide Briar Anderson, spill,” I demanded.
“So we stayed the night, and Carter and I shared the guest room,” she explained. They had fallen asleep on the couch several times; this wasn’t news.
“And?” I prompted her.
“So, I’ve been having nightmares, since everything, but this time it shifted to a um…x-rated dream about Carter and well I woke up doing something I didn’t realize I was doing and Carter caught me.”
My mind spun around to what she could have possibly been doing…
“Carter woke up and um ‘helped me out’”
“He did what?” my vision was quickly turning red. He had taken advantage of her in her vulnerable state.
“NO! Not like that! He offered…I um consented,” she blurted and then went quiet, realizing she had exposed herself. Holey fucking shit, my beautiful innocent yet traumatically defiled friend had just let someone into her most vulnerable space willingly. I didn’t know if this was a good sign or one that would lead to a future spiral.
“To what?” I asked, wanting to ensure he hadn’t pressured her for more.
“He told me if I wanted to explore things, he'd rather I ask him so that he knew nobody was going to hurt me if that was something I wanted,” she said, a little dreamily.
God damn the thought of him being so …sweet about it, gave me a hard on for him. “Did you?”
“NO! I’m not ready for that but…”
“But what?”
“He did allude to possibly wanting more, if I was ever ready,” she said, but her voice cracked. “I dunno if I’ll ever be ready.”
“Ads, you don’t ever have to be, and that’s just something he's going to have to respect or I’ll hop on a plane and tan his hide. The thing is that sex can be so much more than what you experienced. With the right person, exploring things can be magical,” I explained, but nobody was going to make my girl feel bad for her very understandable feelings on that subject.
“Thats not the problem, Misty, trust me I want it, I just don’t know how to move on, every time I close my eyes it all comes back to me like I’m stuck there again,” she confessed. “Carter is the only thing that chases the nightmares away…”
We were both quiet for a long moment. I decided to ignore the trauma for a moment and talk to my friend. “Was it at least good?”
She groaned. “Yes, I’m ruined for battery operated orgasms for the rest of my life,” she huffed.
“So you're addicted already, you little nympho,” I teased.
“Oh, shut up, Misty. It's not like you're not still chasing the perfect cock. I choose to be spicy for one night and you try to put that on me no, we both know you're the real nympho, do I need to tell Beck he needs to take you out so you can get laid?” she threatened.
“Fuck you, Ads, thats a low blow. I probably deserve it and I’ll wear the crown proudly but damn, way to call a girl out, but leave the bodyguard out of it, that crosses a line. I’m just not satisfied with the dick I’ve found on the market. There is a difference between exploring and seamlessly slutting it. I explore and when you feel ready, because there will be a when. You will get past this, especially with that sexy sheriff hanging around. I implore you to stretch your wings when the time is right, every girl deserves to have a good cock at least once in her life, because let me tell you there are plenty of mediocre ones out there.
“I’ll think about it,” Adelaide huffed.
“That's part of your problem Ads, you always plan and think out every decision, sometimes you have to let spontaneity take the reins. Sometimes you’ll have regrets, sometimes you’ll gain priceless experiences, you just never know, not everything has to fit into your carefully curated plans,” I tried to give her some hard, friendly advice.
“For the first time in my life, my only plans are to stay alive,” she admitted. I went quiet. Adelaide’s tenacity to get somewhere in life had always propelled her. Every little goal that led to a desired outcome. That was all gone now.
“Carter said he’s going to train me,” she told me, interrupting my thoughts.
“He does know you can fight?”
She snorted. “He tried to show me how to use a gun.”
“How did that go for him?”
“I hit the bullseye and walked off to let that digest. I’m not telling him I know a thing or two, who knows maybe he can teach me something,” she said before yawning.
“Try to get some sleep, Ads. We love you.”
“Love you too,” she said, yawning again and the line went dead.