[First Draft] Crystals (girlxgirl) (studentxteacher) (lesbian story)

Chapter Thirty-one

Lilly

Laura leaned in and kissed me gently, her tongue sliding across mine. One of her hands held me against her while the other trailed across my back, eliciting tingles that made me shiver. I was surround by her delicious smell and I felt light and happy.

Then she ended the kiss, pulled back and stared at me.

"What is it?" I asked, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Don't say anything," she said, her tone harsh. Her face turned dark and I knew this would not end well.

We sat in silence for a while, with me not daring to say a word.

Suddenly, without any provocation at all Laura was shouting at me. Yelling and screaming for no reason, her eyes ablaze with hatred.

I shrank back, pressing my body against the arm rest of the sofa.

All I could hear was her, her anger so loud it drowned out everything else. She shouted so loud my ears actually hurt and I couldn't hear proper words, just vague sounds.

I grabbed a light blue sofa cushion and held it against me, squeezing it tightly, needing the small amount of comfort the action gave me.

I started to cry softly but she wouldn't stop shouting, spitting mindless, hurtful words at me like a machine gun. Her beauty had disappeared, twisted by her rage and turned into something ugly and terrifying.

And I was terrified.

I sat in silence, crying soundlessly and staring down at the cushion, determined not to show my weakness.

Minutes passed and I wondered why she wasn't calming down and if she would ever stop. I dared a glance up, to see if she showed any signs of weariness, and she slapped me.

Full across the face, with all her strength (which was a lot due to the karate) and a glare on her face.

Pain shot through me and the world turned bright and full of light, hurting my eyes, and suddenly I was in my bedroom. Lying at home wrapped in my own sweaty bead sheets, tears pouring down my face.

It was a dream... Just a dream.

I breathed out slowly, trying to stop the tears and tell myself that it was okay, and she didn't really hate me and that it was all just a bad dream.

Then I remembered. It hit me like a train.

My tears came faster and I wrapped my arms around my body. I had to keep myself together somehow. I tried to drag in a breath of air but it caught in my throat. I tried to keep my gasping and sobbing to a minimum so my family wouldn't be concerned. I just couldn't stop.

I ran out of tears in the end but remained in my bed, feeling sorry for myself.

I could not face getting up. What was the point anyway? There was nothing to get up for.

I lay in silence, not even thinking after a while. I took to listening to everyone's footsteps, imagining what they were doing.

Mum making someone toast or a drink. Anne trailing about the place, not sure what to do with herself. Little Tara going from person and person to spread smiles. She was an amazing child.

I wondered what everyone was planning to do today. Then I remembered that Tom and Sarah were coming over, for a family lunch. I knew I'd probably be forced out of bed but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything.

***

"Lilly!" My mum shouted, knocking on the door ferociously. "Open this door right now! You have to join us for lunch!"