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For You I Will - Chapter Four

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By Waverleigh Rose GarlingtonPublished 6 years ago 4 min read
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You left the door ajar when you backed out, allowing me to hear the conversation from inside the bathroom.

"I've made sautéed salmon with chimichurri and fresh garlic roasted potatoes. Also, crab risotto, and a caprese salad." Your voice was high pitched.

You were using words that I'd never heard of in my life. To my knowledge, you didn't enjoy cooking. You never went to the market. I had began bringing groceries home. Mostly, you drank wine, a few crackers or a piece of fruit a couple of times a week before drinking to ensure you didn't puke too much afterwards.

"I wish you'd go back to the restaurant, darling. You have so much talent for that business." Your mom frowned.

Roxanne agreed, sneering unpleasantly at you. Her teeth were crooked and the shade of red she wore on her lips was not flattering. You were the hotter sister and she did not like living in your shadows.

"Go back to work or go home, Cordelia. Something. Hiding in this house full of memories with this random girl is freaking everyone out."

"I'm fine here. I have a job. And Emery is my friend."

"Waiting tables at a hole in the wall diner is hardly a job, Cordelia Rose," Roxanne spat in disgust. "You're letting yourself rot here."

Suddenly you emerged from the hall into the bathroom and pulled me up. Before I knew what was happening, you were dragging me by the hand into the living room.

"Tell them, Emery. Tell them we're friends and that everything with me is fine." It was a cry for help.

Your judging family looked me up and down. I was the elephant in the room. They dined at places that cost more than my mother's house and drove cars with more buttons than a spaceship. Who was I to them? Nothing, I was scum. Who was I to you? I wasn't sure, but at that moment you needed me. Being needed by you felt like a high.

"She's fine, really. She's doing great. We talk about everything together," I said.

Roxanne gave your mom a look of suspicion. "That's clearly a lie..."

"Don't be rude, Roxanne. We aren't here to judge your sister or her new friend."

"Mom, let's be real. These two are no more friendly than you and Dad are," Roxanne cackled.

I fell silent, zoned out for a bit. When I resurfaced, it was not going well for you.

"Cordelia, for god's sake. All of this shit is still here. The crib is in her room. I bet if I went into the bathroom right now, his soaps and hair products would be in plain sight. You've got to get on with it."

Your sister was red in the face, she was so furious.

Everyone went quiet. You stared at Roxanne in astonishment.

"You don't have a clue what you're talking about," you finally shouted. "I lost my husband and my 3-month-old child, not you. So stop acting like you fucking know anything, Roxanne. Your lipstick looks tragic, maybe focus on that."

We were all left there in your dust when you ran out of the door into the night.

***

The food was wrapped up and put away. Your family had gone hours ago by the time you showed up. I was lounging on the couch, anxiously awaiting your return.

"Hey."

Your makeup was smeared, streaks of it had dried down your face. I still thought you were absolutely beautiful.

"You okay?"

In return, you bend over and kissed me hard. The taste of your mouth was sweet like wine. Your fingers intertwined with my hair as our tongues danced.

You took me into my bedroom, stripped me of my clothes.

I felt a hand on my tits, squeezing them together. We laid down and you pressed into me as close as possible.

"You really are such a good girl," you whispered.

A finger brushed over my clit, then you grinded your palm into it.

"Such a good little girl," you cooed.

I groaned outwardly. It was... "Oh, fuck!"

Suddenly, I felt your hand grip my throat. "C'mon, little girl. You can do it. Cum."

I screamed at the intense pleasure and my legs shook as I dug my fingers into the skin of your back.

You kissed my forehead. "Good?"

"Incredibly so."

"I love you, Emery," you told me softly.

You said it like maybe you wanted to get it over with before you regretted saying it. Quick.

I snuggled up in the blanket with you right next to me. It was the first time we had ever slept in the same bed. I'll never forget how warm you were, how breathtaking your sleepy voice is. The way you said you loved me... I'll never forget that.

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Waverleigh Rose Garlington

Gentry Rose is the self proclaimed author of the ongoing book For You I Will. She spends her free time writing and reading. She has three cats and one boyfriend, all whom she is immensely fond of.

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