Rage

He’s seated against the edge of the bed just behind me as I stand. I’m turned away from him as I watch her walk toward me with seduction. Her chest is bare to me and mine to her. I feel the tingle on my warm skin as she approaches slowly. When our lips meet it’s hot as my hands wonder her body without organized direction. It’s dark in the room other than a glow, almost like the light of phone, protruding there from the corner. I feel his hands against my back and hair as I continue capturing her closely with my lips. It’s almost in encouragement…like he got off on the sight of us making out before him. He’s without a shirt himself as my underwear are tugged at. She pulls away softly and runs her finger through my hair, turning me around to face him. She does the same with her hands encouraging me now toward him. His pearl green eyes watch my naked body with desire from him seated position, and his head tilts upward to indulge me next. There’s a difference in the scent. The motion. The way he touches me. But it still does its successful job in arrousing my body. She’s moving my hair as I pull him closer in, pecking the warm skin there against my shoulders. I’m not sure what will happen next because I seem to be watching this through the eyes of a fourth person in the room. She touches my warm area from behind while pecking my back, causing me to moan deeply into my embrace with Harry. Everything, down to the temperature, seems to be slowly blowing my mind. He raises, placing me against the bed for a second to give her a turn. My stomach fills with errie disapproval immediately. His tongue slips into a mouth a number of times as I set there watching from the bed. She begins to undo his paints and it does something to me mentally. I see the way they watch each other and I want to-

Harry:
“Ally,”

I want to-

Harry:
“Ally, wake up.”

My head turns back and forth with quickened past as I break myself away from unconscious image.

I sit myself up quickly in a intense search for myself. I pull my fingers through my hair, questioning my brain for bringing these kinds of thoughts my way. He's seated there in the chair in the corner of the room, watching me as if he could read what had just taken place. I silence myself for a second, just staring back blankly when finally he speaks.

Harry:
"You alright?"

No, no I wasn't alright.

Ally:
"Yea,"

I breathed out as convincingly as I could as my heart slows in pace with the act of waking up to him again. A smile plays on his lips when I answered. I could tell he hadn't believed me but still hadn't taken offense to it either.

Harry:
"Seemed like a pretty intimate dream until the end there-"

I couldn't see my cheeks but I can tell they silently continue to give me away despite my contradictory answers.

Harry:
"Should I be worried?"

Ally:
"No- it's nothing. I just need some water."

My phone buzzes somewhere there in the sheets and I immediately begin my search for it hastily. I push my hair back from my phone to see her name there and answer it quickly without thinking. The line is silent for a moment and I just stare down there at the duvet.

Claire:
"...sorry I didn't answer you Ally. I just needed to think...?"

Her voice isn't hostile at all despite our current relationship. Still I'm a little stuck on how to feel or how to even approach further.

Ally:
"No uh...it's okay. I'm just glad you called at all."

More silence and my stomach hiccups with butterflies. I have a literal need for her to pull the dialogue along because I can't think of a single thing to say that would fix what I'd done to her. When she doesn't, I just go for it.

Ally:
"I'm sorry Claire,"

Claire:
"It's alright...just know that I'm always here okay?"

I have little control over the smile that graces my face at the assurance in her voice.

Claire:
"I know he's there with you, so you don't have to say anything. I'll keep in touch, Ally. Love you."

And then the line is disconnected. My eyes close for a moment and I sit the phone there on the wood of the nightstand table. A deep breath is taken and I'm abruptly aware of his presence there in the room again. His face is different now as he reads me and the doorbell sounds throughout the place. I get up and walk over to him in concern for how he'd just taken that whole thing. I cup his face as he sits but his eyes don't look up at me. Before I can say anything the doorbell sounds again to my annoyance and I release him hesitantly to head for it.
He hadn't moved so I assumed he didn't mind me answering his door. I stand on my tippy toes to reach the peephole and gasp inwardly when I see her standing there.

Ally:
"Wha-..."

I debate opening the door there for a second when Harry's footsteps are heard behind me.

Harry:
"What's wrong?"

I turn with my hand on the doorknob to meet his gaze alarmingly. My head is ducked slightly so she isn't initially able to see me in the windows overhead.

Ally:
"My mom,"

I mouth to him without making a sound and his face goes shockingly pale. I jump again when she presses at the doorbell, knowing there would be no way of avoiding this now when my car had been parked there in the driveway. Continual curses slip from my lips as I pull half-heartedly at the weight of the door. When I look into her eyes I don't see the smile that I hope for but rather painful silence similar to the one I'd just endeavored on the phone with Claire.

Alice:
"Get your things dear, we're going for a drive."

Ally:
"Mom, what's wrong? What's going on?"

Every strand of her hair is in place and I hold a slight jealously knowing that I could never get my own like that. She pulls at my arm and I ponder over and over again how she even knew I was here.

Alice:
"I said now, Allison!"

The thunder in her tone sends me backwards pass Harry and to the bedroom for my clothes and shoes. He doesn't say a word as I pass again in confusion. I turn toward him before I step any further and he mumbles something in such a whisper that I barely understand what's being said. Despite even that, his eyes deliver it to me.

Harry:
"Does she know?"

And immediately I know what he's getting at.

Alice:
"Allison!"

And I move quickly out of the door into the harsh night air.

Notes

Posting a longer one this weekend,