This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission.
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"What in the fuck were you thinking?" I screamed at Rob as he sat on the floor clutching at the side of his face. He's fortunate that I only slapped him. If I'd closed my fist, I'm fairly certain I would have broken his jaw. "Is that all I am to you now? A toy that you play with and let your friends borrow like an old video game?"
"I'm sorry," Rob said slowly getting to his feet, "Honestly I didn't think it would be that big of a deal." Seriously, did Rob attend some sort of master class on how to say the absolute wrong thing?
"Not that big of a deal?" I screamed, coming oh so close to going ahead and breaking his jaw for the fuck of it, "What fucking planet are you from where telling your girlfriend, who by the way was raped a few days ago by someone who wants to kill her and happens to be wearing her old face, that she has to fuck someone because of a bet isn't a big deal?"
"SARA," Tiffany yelled standing there dripping wet, her body covered with a hastily wrapped towel.
"What?"
"Stop it," she said her tone the same as when she told me to fuck Jack, "Stop it right the fuck now." God, I wanted to scream back at her, but I couldn't. It was literally impossible for me to keep yelling, so I chose a different approach.
"Fine," I said staring at Rob, "You want me to fuck this guy then I will, but your ass will be sitting in the room fully dressed the entire time." I know he gets off watching me fuck, but he doesn't realize that he's touched me for the last time. "Just to be clear, it's just him, right? You didn't promise his whole crew that they would get a piece of your whore, did you? "
Rob slowly shook his head no. "Sara."
"Rob just stop. No words exist that would make this better. You whored me out on a bet and making sure I would do it was more important to you than where I was, or even if I was ok. Your first words were, "Hey Babe, I'm glad you're ok and I need your help with this bet." Tiffany was staring angrily at Rob but I wasn't sure which thing she was angry about.
"Can we please talk about this?"
"No, I don't think so. Now if you don't mind, your whore is going to take a bath." I must have been emphasizing it more than I realized because every time I said whore Rob flinched.
"Sara," Tiffany said in absolute command mode, "we need to."
"Tiffany if you value what we have in any way, then you will not utter another word," I interrupted my voice frighteningly calm. Walking around them both, I started down the hallway before I realized that I had to say something else. "You know, I never asked for any of this. I never asked to spend ten years in a coma or to wake up as a porn star marionette. What kind of life would I have had? I'll never know because I wasn't given the chance to live it. It may have been fucked up but at least it would have been the one I chose."
Stepping into my room, I closed and locked my door for the first time since I'd moved in. Removing my workout clothes, I turned the water on to start filling the tub. The mirrors quickly fogged up from all the steam rising from the almost scalding water. Adding some bath salts to the water, I lit a couple of candles before killing the lights. Setting my iPod up with its speaker on the sink, I picked a relaxing playlist before sinking into the water.
The water was way hotter than it should have been, but the pain seemed to give me clarity. I could see my skin turning pink as I submerged more and more of my body. Finally, fully in the tub, I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to comprehend what was happening in my life.
Why were the people I cared about suddenly turning away from me? Was I changing or were they? The fact that Rob didn't see anything wrong with whoring me out floored me. I could, to some extent, see his point. Since my existence revolves around sex, what difference would one more guy make, except he was missing the most important part. By using me as a bet, he destroyed what little control I had over my own life. Even without Tiffany telling me to fuck Jack, had Rob been ok with it I might have done so anyway. Now I find myself not giving a fuck what Rob thinks.
Eventually, the water began to cool, so I took that as a sign to go ahead wash my hair and body before getting out. Wrapping myself in a fluffy red towel, I went and sat on my bed to dry. A loud grumble from my stomach killed my plans to spend the rest of the night in my room. Slipping into my pajamas, I opened the door and stepped into the darkened hallway. A light shone from under Tiffany's door and I could hear the murmur of voices.
Reaching the kitchen I flipped on the light before grabbing a bowl from the cupboard. It may seem silly to have a bowl of Crunch Berries at nine p.m. but since there was a distinct lack of carne asada burritos in the fridge, it would have to do. I had to move flowers out of the way before I was able to take a seat at the table and I found myself reading and rereading the cards. I had to smile at Jack's determination if nothing else. After rinsing out my bowl, I killed the lights and headed back to my room. I was just through my door when I heard Tiffany cry out in passion and Rob's voice coaxing her on.
I wanted to just kick down her door and do, I don't know what, but I realized that it wasn't worth the effort or the pain. If Tiffany wanted Rob that badly then she could have him. Maybe it was finally time to move on with my life and strike out on my own. As I crawled under my covers, I kept expecting the tears to start to flow but there was nothing, the expected pain never arrived, just a whole not of nothing.
I awoke the next morning feeling better than I had in a long time. The surprisingly dreamless night had let my body and mind get the rest it needed to refresh and recharge. I'd slept for nearly twelve hours and so I wasn't surprised that Tiffany and Rob were long gone. After downing a banana and pulling a monster from the fridge, I started walking around the house inventorying my stuff. In truth, I had very little outside of my room that belonged to me and none of that was furniture.
I could easily afford a house, but what would be the point other than having extra space to clean. Grabbing a quick shower, I threw on jeans and a sweatshirt before heading out to grab apartment guides. It was strange how good taking charge of this one small portion of my life made me feel. I picked up several guides from a Circle K and headed towards a nearby park. I felt like I was truly ready to take charge of my own life at least a little and move on.
The park was mostly deserted as it was a school day so I found a picnic table and started going through the apartment guides. I was surprised at how many different apartment complexes there really were in the Phoenix area but I was able to narrow down my search pretty quickly. I liked the part of Tempe in which we lived, so I knew I wanted to stay in the immediate area. As I crossed off complex after complex, I decided that I was going to wait until after I paid off Rob's bet before moving out.
