Desiree only cried harder when she heard a car in the driveway start, thinking that Gabriel was driving Jessica home. In her mind she could picture them fucking everywhere; in the car, at every stoplight, in Jessica's room. She had totally forgotten that Jessica had driven her own car back to Desiree's house.
She sat on the floor with her head in her hands trying to figure out what the hell was happening to her. Things between her and Gabriel were going from bad to worse, and now they just turned into a disaster.
Desiree cried until her eyes were puffy and hurt from all the strain and a dull headache started to form. When she couldn't physically cry anymore, she began to get angry. Angry with herself for starting to like someone like Gabriel who had always been emotionally unavailable to everyone except her brother. 'Maybe he's gay' she thought and a smile started to form on her lips. But that idea was quickly squashed when she pictured him practically on top of her best friend in her bedroom.
She could see his penis in her mind, wet with Jessica's juices, and her fists balled up in her lap. She forgot about Gabriel for a second and suddenly couldn't ever see herself talking to Jessica again. She sat on the floor for a long time thinking about how suddenly things had changed, and she was glad the she had refrained from waking her brother when she first stumbled into his room. He would have freaked, which would have woken everyone in the house. She would have had to explain why Gabriel was fucking her best friend in her room, and why she was crying about it.
Desiree couldn't even imagine sleeping in her own bed anymore. Her breath was coming in ragged breaths as she saw Jessica and Gabriel again in her minds eye fucking away on her bed. There was no way that Gabriel could tell her he didn't think of her as a joke.
Desiree closed her eyes and counted to ten, and then she did it again. As her breathing started to return to normal, she remembered why she had gotten up in the first place; she had to go to the bathroom. Peeling herself from Scott's carpet, she crept out of his room and down the hall towards the bathroom. She couldn't help but think that all her problems with Gabriel started because she had to go to the bathroom.
She maneuvered through the dark with her eyes closed, liking the feeling of being certain of where she was headed. She knew her house like the back of her eyelids, and she took comfort in the fact that something she knew so well remained unchanged.
She turned the knob to the bathroom door and stepped in not bothering to turn the light on. The last thing she wanted to do was see her puffy face. After relieving herself, she shuffled to the sink and splashed cold water on her face. It felt good; the cold water slightly shocking her from her stupor.
She dried her face on her towel that was hanging on the rack and stepped back into the hallway. She stood in the darkness for a moment trying to figure out if she really wanted to sleep in her room or her brother's. The only thing she wanted was so be alone, and she figured no matter where she slept, she would still be haunted by the images she'd seen.
She couldn't help but see Gabriel's cock in her mind again and marvel at how thick it looked. She was getting more pissed at Jessica for getting the chance to have him deep inside of her.
Desiree's thoughts were interrupted when she heard mumbling coming from her room. Her heart raced as she began to wonder if she had actually heard a car start in her driveway, or if it was one of the neighbors. Her anger flared as she imagined Gabriel in her room whispering sweet nothings in Jessica's ear while they both thought she was in her brothers room crying, but as she got closer, she only heard one voice.
