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Mikey didn’t stop when it began to get dark – except to refuel and pump more caffeine into his veins via truck stops, his brain running on overdrive as he tried to decide how to navigate the situation. In the front of his car, he used a GPS to direct him forwards, using slip-roads and avoiding traffic, until he was half – way. Stopping on a deserted slip-road, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper which held Lauren’s parents home number. For a moment he wondered whether he was doing the right thing, or not, but shook the feeling off, he dialed the number, and held the cell phone up to his ear.
‘’Hello?’’ a voice, a woman’s broke through on the other line after four rings.
‘’Hey, I know this is a little bit out of the blue, but I’m Michael Way – I’m married to your daughter, Lauren.’’ He’d only spoke with them once before, right after Dahlia was born – but Lauren had snatched the phone from him, telling them that they couldn’t see their grandchild.
‘’Oh, Michael! How nice to hear from you… why are you calling?’’ Lauren’s mother sounded so different from her, Mikey wondered what she looked like for a few moments.
‘’I’m just calling to tell you that Lauren is on her way to see you…with my brother…’’ Mikey answered.
‘’Your brother? The killer?’’ the woman’s voice was surprised,
‘’Yeah – Gerard…I just thought you should watch out for them both. Lauren doesn’t mean any harm, but Gerard…he’s not right…’’ Mikey sighed, ‘’just prepare yourselves. I’ll be there soon. Goodbye.’’ He ended the call and sat back in his chair for a few moments, before starting the car once again, and continuing on his drive towards Lauren’s parent’s house.
The next hotel room was even worse than the last. The two single beds were clean enough, but the carpet was dusted with hair and other scraps of human body. Lauren wasn’t surprised, this time, it was the last hotel that they were stopping at – Gerard had agreed that they would drive through the next night in order to get there quickly.
He studied the walls of the hotel room – their 70’s wallpaper and matching, beaten arm chair. He sat on his single bed, smoking a cigarette and waiting for Lauren to emerge from the shower, his hazel eyes glinted in the light from the single, swinging bulb, and a loud TV could be heard in the next room, snuggled up close to their paper-thin wall. There was no TV in their room – that was extra, and the prices were high enough as it was – they were now in the middle of nowhere, and customers were probably scarce.
He strained his ears, trying to hear something else, but all he could hear was the shower running in the bathroom. Ten minutes more and he would have to knock on the door – she’d been in there for the last thirty.
Lauren wasn’t taking a shower anymore, even though the water was running – she was standing in front of the wide-set mirror, once again staring back at a woman that she found trouble recognizing. Had she lost her strength? If she still had it, she would’ve skipped town as soon as Gerard left her, and killed her parents – travelled for a while and found what she really wanted.
What did she really want?
She wanted a life with no regret, no looking over her shoulder to check whether her parents were looming over her, complete with disapproving stares. She knew deep inside her that Mikey wouldn’t accept her after this – he would hang this over her head until she was ready to scream. Ready to kill him, to do anything. She would be arrested, and Dahlia would have no mother, no father. No one to stop what had happened to both her and Gerard, happening all over again.
‘’No…’’ she whispered, clutching the threadbare hotel towel around her as she began crying. A few moments later, a knock sounded on the door, and she jumped out of her skin – turning to glare at the stark white door. ‘’I’m coming,’’ she yelled,
‘’Get your ass out of there before they decide to charge even more for this shitty place.’’ Gerard sounded as pissed off as she did, although she had no idea what he would have to be angry about. She was the one paying for the room, after all. She wrenched the door open, narrowing her eyes at Gerard;
‘’I’m paying for the room,’’ She seethed, ‘’go have a shower – you stink of sweat and cigarettes.’’ She pushed him towards the bathroom, walking right over to her suitcase.
‘’Don’t push me, bitch,’’ Gerard growled, clenching his fists and staring at her, suddenly livid. This was how she treated him, after he was helping her to complete her life’s mission of killing her parents?
‘’Fuck you,’’ she turned to face him,
‘’You want me to go? I could leave your ass in five seconds flat – you need me to help you with this.’’,
‘’I could do it myself, easily, Gerard,’’,
‘’Yeah?’’ he marched right over to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to him, ‘’I think you’re a fuckin’ liar – you’re just Mikey’s spoiled little wife. You used to be a strong person – now you’re a fuckin’ push over.’’ He laughed at her. Laughed. Lauren lost it at this, reeling her over arm back, and administering the hardest punch of her life – aimed squarely at Gerard’s cheek - leaving an angry red mark and a blinding pain, he grabbed her wrist as it was held, suspended after she registered the damage she had done, and pulled her down on the bed, pinning her body down with his with a snarl.
‘’Fuck you!’’ Lauren screamed, repeating her earlier phrase, and attempted to kick him, but he held her fast, watching her face become alive with anger, her cheeks flushing and her eyes filled with glinting rage. She was vivid and alive – more alive than she had been in the whole time that they had been together once he had found her again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her body into his on the cheap hotel bed, her thoughts lost and her speech completely halted, as was his as he became addicted to the taste and warmth of her lips.
Gerard’s fingers scraped down Lauren’s thighs, his fingers then trailing up under the towel, it felt like little electrical impulses were causing his pores to heat – his lips parting with a moan as she tangled her fingers in his hair. He let her pin him to the mattress, grinding her hips against his, gasping a little as his need pressed up against her. She scraped a finger down the zipper of his suddenly too-tight jeans, and hissed out a breath as he felt the movement. ‘’Fuckin’ do it,’’ he growled, and Lauren smiled softly, pulling the zipper down, having to lift it forwards in order to get it down.
‘’Do what?’’ she asked, cocking her head to one side, and watching him. The dim light shone across his face, making his hazel eyes shine like amber gemstones with deep, dark wells in the middle.
‘’Touch me,’’ Gerard groaned, not content with just watching – he wanted to feel what he could see. Lauren pulled the towel open and threw it to the floor, grabbing Gerard’s belt, and tugging it loose from the loops of his jeans, laughing as she had to tug harder and harder, and then throwing it over the towel. Gerard watched anxiously as she bit her lip, eyeing his boxer-covered erection, her hands slowly beginning to rub him through the material.
‘’There’s no going back once we do this,’’ she sighed.
‘’This is what I wanted in return for killing your parents.’’ Gerard blurted out, pushing his hips into her hand.
‘’Really? For their deaths you wanted this?’’ Lauren looked down at herself, ‘’am I worth it?’’ the raw honesty in her eyes as she asked that question stirred something inside of Gerard. She wasn’t sure of herself – wasn’t even close to being sure of herself.
‘’You’re beautiful. Fucked-up like me…’’,
‘’Is that a compliment?’’ Lauren laughed, lying down beside Gerard, and sneaking a hand underneath the material of his boxers, stroking him lightly as she asked the question.
‘’Fuck yeah, it’s a compliment,’’ Gerard breathed, he wasn’t used to a woman dominating his senses, he was used to dominating them. Her hand continued to move, closing around his member and pumping slowly,
‘’What do you really want, Gerard?’’ she asked,
‘’I want you to fuck me,’’ he moaned the words. Lauren stopped touching him, withdrawing her hand from within his boxers. Gerard pulled his t-shirt over his head, but he wanted Lauren to take care of his underwear – she watched him from next to him on the bed, and then crawled back over his body, kissing him, rubbing her hand across his cheek as she lowered her body against his.
Her hands pulled off his boxers; he raised his hips so that she could pull the material off.
‘’What are you feeling?’’ Gerard spoke up as Lauren straddled his hips,
‘’That’s an odd thing to ask....’’ she thought out loud.
‘’Just tell me,’’ Gerard asked,
‘’I feel happy,’’ Lauren whispered, she’d lowered her lips to his ear, just as she lowered herself, grasping his hard cock and guiding him inside of her with a loud moan. Gerard pressed his head back into the mattress as his eyes tightened shut, and he bit his own lip, Lauren pushed her hands into his – pinning them up above his head, using them to push herself up ,and thrust back down to Gerard. She was desperate, quickening the thrusts and kissing Gerard hard as she rode him even harder, he opened his eyes when she pulled away, observing the way that her back arched with each thrust, the way she tugged her lips back with her teeth to stifle some of her moans.
Gerard groaned her name, pushing up into her – his release coming too fast for him to stop it. He didn’t want to cum before she did, but her domination was causing his body to react on its own accord. ‘’Sugar…’’ he breathed across her neck, her fingernails dug into his hands that she had pinned above his head. She knew, leaning back down to kiss him deeply as she tightened around him, her moans swallowed by his open mouth as he yelled in reply, spilling himself inside of her and sinking down into the cheap bed.
Lauren got off of him after a few moments, shakily standing on the hotel room floor, walking over to the bed that Gerard had picked for himself, and sinking down onto it – cradling her head in her hands as she began to cry. Gerard got up, too, his head spinning with a dizzy euphoria, walking over to the sobbing girl, the eighteen year old Lauren, breaking down on a cheap hotel bed, and wrapping his arms around her.
‘’I’m just as bad as him, Gerard. I just did what Mikey did to me – at least when he did it, it was with some random woman – you’re his brother.’’ She stated. Gerard frowned a little,
‘’Well, Sugar, I don’t see anything wrong with it.’’ He shrugged a little, still holding her. A choked laugh emerged from her mouth,
‘’You wouldn’t – you just got a quick fuck in a cheap motel.’’,
‘’If that’s what you think, Lauren. I’d like to think that it was just you doing something for me, because I’m gonna help you.’’ Gerard continued. Lauren just shook her head, staring up at him with wide eyes,
‘’We can’t be together. I’m not fucking stupid, Gerard.’’ was all she said before she finally rose up, walking to her bed and crawling under the covers, closing her eyes when her head rested against the pillow.
‘’Hello?’’ a voice, a woman’s broke through on the other line after four rings.
‘’Hey, I know this is a little bit out of the blue, but I’m Michael Way – I’m married to your daughter, Lauren.’’ He’d only spoke with them once before, right after Dahlia was born – but Lauren had snatched the phone from him, telling them that they couldn’t see their grandchild.
‘’Oh, Michael! How nice to hear from you… why are you calling?’’ Lauren’s mother sounded so different from her, Mikey wondered what she looked like for a few moments.
‘’I’m just calling to tell you that Lauren is on her way to see you…with my brother…’’ Mikey answered.
‘’Your brother? The killer?’’ the woman’s voice was surprised,
‘’Yeah – Gerard…I just thought you should watch out for them both. Lauren doesn’t mean any harm, but Gerard…he’s not right…’’ Mikey sighed, ‘’just prepare yourselves. I’ll be there soon. Goodbye.’’ He ended the call and sat back in his chair for a few moments, before starting the car once again, and continuing on his drive towards Lauren’s parent’s house.
The next hotel room was even worse than the last. The two single beds were clean enough, but the carpet was dusted with hair and other scraps of human body. Lauren wasn’t surprised, this time, it was the last hotel that they were stopping at – Gerard had agreed that they would drive through the next night in order to get there quickly.
He studied the walls of the hotel room – their 70’s wallpaper and matching, beaten arm chair. He sat on his single bed, smoking a cigarette and waiting for Lauren to emerge from the shower, his hazel eyes glinted in the light from the single, swinging bulb, and a loud TV could be heard in the next room, snuggled up close to their paper-thin wall. There was no TV in their room – that was extra, and the prices were high enough as it was – they were now in the middle of nowhere, and customers were probably scarce.
He strained his ears, trying to hear something else, but all he could hear was the shower running in the bathroom. Ten minutes more and he would have to knock on the door – she’d been in there for the last thirty.
Lauren wasn’t taking a shower anymore, even though the water was running – she was standing in front of the wide-set mirror, once again staring back at a woman that she found trouble recognizing. Had she lost her strength? If she still had it, she would’ve skipped town as soon as Gerard left her, and killed her parents – travelled for a while and found what she really wanted.
What did she really want?
She wanted a life with no regret, no looking over her shoulder to check whether her parents were looming over her, complete with disapproving stares. She knew deep inside her that Mikey wouldn’t accept her after this – he would hang this over her head until she was ready to scream. Ready to kill him, to do anything. She would be arrested, and Dahlia would have no mother, no father. No one to stop what had happened to both her and Gerard, happening all over again.
‘’No…’’ she whispered, clutching the threadbare hotel towel around her as she began crying. A few moments later, a knock sounded on the door, and she jumped out of her skin – turning to glare at the stark white door. ‘’I’m coming,’’ she yelled,
‘’Get your ass out of there before they decide to charge even more for this shitty place.’’ Gerard sounded as pissed off as she did, although she had no idea what he would have to be angry about. She was the one paying for the room, after all. She wrenched the door open, narrowing her eyes at Gerard;
‘’I’m paying for the room,’’ She seethed, ‘’go have a shower – you stink of sweat and cigarettes.’’ She pushed him towards the bathroom, walking right over to her suitcase.
‘’Don’t push me, bitch,’’ Gerard growled, clenching his fists and staring at her, suddenly livid. This was how she treated him, after he was helping her to complete her life’s mission of killing her parents?
‘’Fuck you,’’ she turned to face him,
‘’You want me to go? I could leave your ass in five seconds flat – you need me to help you with this.’’,
‘’I could do it myself, easily, Gerard,’’,
‘’Yeah?’’ he marched right over to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to him, ‘’I think you’re a fuckin’ liar – you’re just Mikey’s spoiled little wife. You used to be a strong person – now you’re a fuckin’ push over.’’ He laughed at her. Laughed. Lauren lost it at this, reeling her over arm back, and administering the hardest punch of her life – aimed squarely at Gerard’s cheek - leaving an angry red mark and a blinding pain, he grabbed her wrist as it was held, suspended after she registered the damage she had done, and pulled her down on the bed, pinning her body down with his with a snarl.
‘’Fuck you!’’ Lauren screamed, repeating her earlier phrase, and attempted to kick him, but he held her fast, watching her face become alive with anger, her cheeks flushing and her eyes filled with glinting rage. She was vivid and alive – more alive than she had been in the whole time that they had been together once he had found her again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her body into his on the cheap hotel bed, her thoughts lost and her speech completely halted, as was his as he became addicted to the taste and warmth of her lips.
Gerard’s fingers scraped down Lauren’s thighs, his fingers then trailing up under the towel, it felt like little electrical impulses were causing his pores to heat – his lips parting with a moan as she tangled her fingers in his hair. He let her pin him to the mattress, grinding her hips against his, gasping a little as his need pressed up against her. She scraped a finger down the zipper of his suddenly too-tight jeans, and hissed out a breath as he felt the movement. ‘’Fuckin’ do it,’’ he growled, and Lauren smiled softly, pulling the zipper down, having to lift it forwards in order to get it down.
‘’Do what?’’ she asked, cocking her head to one side, and watching him. The dim light shone across his face, making his hazel eyes shine like amber gemstones with deep, dark wells in the middle.
‘’Touch me,’’ Gerard groaned, not content with just watching – he wanted to feel what he could see. Lauren pulled the towel open and threw it to the floor, grabbing Gerard’s belt, and tugging it loose from the loops of his jeans, laughing as she had to tug harder and harder, and then throwing it over the towel. Gerard watched anxiously as she bit her lip, eyeing his boxer-covered erection, her hands slowly beginning to rub him through the material.
‘’There’s no going back once we do this,’’ she sighed.
‘’This is what I wanted in return for killing your parents.’’ Gerard blurted out, pushing his hips into her hand.
‘’Really? For their deaths you wanted this?’’ Lauren looked down at herself, ‘’am I worth it?’’ the raw honesty in her eyes as she asked that question stirred something inside of Gerard. She wasn’t sure of herself – wasn’t even close to being sure of herself.
‘’You’re beautiful. Fucked-up like me…’’,
‘’Is that a compliment?’’ Lauren laughed, lying down beside Gerard, and sneaking a hand underneath the material of his boxers, stroking him lightly as she asked the question.
‘’Fuck yeah, it’s a compliment,’’ Gerard breathed, he wasn’t used to a woman dominating his senses, he was used to dominating them. Her hand continued to move, closing around his member and pumping slowly,
‘’What do you really want, Gerard?’’ she asked,
‘’I want you to fuck me,’’ he moaned the words. Lauren stopped touching him, withdrawing her hand from within his boxers. Gerard pulled his t-shirt over his head, but he wanted Lauren to take care of his underwear – she watched him from next to him on the bed, and then crawled back over his body, kissing him, rubbing her hand across his cheek as she lowered her body against his.
Her hands pulled off his boxers; he raised his hips so that she could pull the material off.
‘’What are you feeling?’’ Gerard spoke up as Lauren straddled his hips,
‘’That’s an odd thing to ask....’’ she thought out loud.
‘’Just tell me,’’ Gerard asked,
‘’I feel happy,’’ Lauren whispered, she’d lowered her lips to his ear, just as she lowered herself, grasping his hard cock and guiding him inside of her with a loud moan. Gerard pressed his head back into the mattress as his eyes tightened shut, and he bit his own lip, Lauren pushed her hands into his – pinning them up above his head, using them to push herself up ,and thrust back down to Gerard. She was desperate, quickening the thrusts and kissing Gerard hard as she rode him even harder, he opened his eyes when she pulled away, observing the way that her back arched with each thrust, the way she tugged her lips back with her teeth to stifle some of her moans.
Gerard groaned her name, pushing up into her – his release coming too fast for him to stop it. He didn’t want to cum before she did, but her domination was causing his body to react on its own accord. ‘’Sugar…’’ he breathed across her neck, her fingernails dug into his hands that she had pinned above his head. She knew, leaning back down to kiss him deeply as she tightened around him, her moans swallowed by his open mouth as he yelled in reply, spilling himself inside of her and sinking down into the cheap bed.
Lauren got off of him after a few moments, shakily standing on the hotel room floor, walking over to the bed that Gerard had picked for himself, and sinking down onto it – cradling her head in her hands as she began to cry. Gerard got up, too, his head spinning with a dizzy euphoria, walking over to the sobbing girl, the eighteen year old Lauren, breaking down on a cheap hotel bed, and wrapping his arms around her.
‘’I’m just as bad as him, Gerard. I just did what Mikey did to me – at least when he did it, it was with some random woman – you’re his brother.’’ She stated. Gerard frowned a little,
‘’Well, Sugar, I don’t see anything wrong with it.’’ He shrugged a little, still holding her. A choked laugh emerged from her mouth,
‘’You wouldn’t – you just got a quick fuck in a cheap motel.’’,
‘’If that’s what you think, Lauren. I’d like to think that it was just you doing something for me, because I’m gonna help you.’’ Gerard continued. Lauren just shook her head, staring up at him with wide eyes,
‘’We can’t be together. I’m not fucking stupid, Gerard.’’ was all she said before she finally rose up, walking to her bed and crawling under the covers, closing her eyes when her head rested against the pillow.
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