Juiced (123 hits)
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Submitted by Vicousness63 (View user info) at 2006-09-23 00:21:34 EDT
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She closed her eyes and the world fell asleep once more. The soft fruit turned to mush in her clenched hands and she cursed it for its fragility, hurling it at an open window. It hit the wall with a soft thud. The noise resonated uncomfortably. With a sigh, she reached for another orange.
Simon used to like it when she'd make him breakfast in bed. Freshly squeezed orange juice, eggs, bacon, toast... all delivered by a pouty french maid. He would always look her up and down with a slight smirk on his face, savoring the unusual situation that could get her to dress sexy. Perhaps he liked what he saw. She really just felt fat.
The juice trickled down her hand, sticky and burning as it grazed a shallow cut on her middle finger. She twisted the fruit angrily on the white plastic, grinding it with the pressure of her body weight.
Sex for her was never fun. Simon didn't seem to want to keep his eyes open. While he claimed that it was just too good for him to stay wholly focused she knew differently. The internet history didn't lie, even though he did. Everytime they fucked she imagined him squeezing his slimy cock with a tight hand while staring at the image of some arbitrary slut whose body was more toned, whose will was less demanding. Those girls gave him what he truly wanted, a quick fix with no obligations. She despised him for his lack of self-control, she despised him for causing her to fall into a thousand jealous pieces.
The first fruit was now a bleeding pulp. The sweet juice weeping from the last piece was now dripping slowly. The life force was gone. She cast it aside with a moan of despair and clutched at her hair with sugar coated hands.
No matter how hard she tried she could never get him to be rough with her. When she said bite he nibbled, when she said pull he tugged. They had sex almost every night but she could only come when he hurt her. Sometimes she pulled her own hair, pretending it was him doing it. It never really felt the same. Once, in a jealous rage, certain he was fucking some coworker of his, she told him just how she felt about sex. He appeared stricken, and inside her anger was soothed a little. The next day she told him that what she said was a lie. He believed her not because she was truthful but because his vast ego wouldn't allow him to think otherwise.
She mashed a second fruit, this one a peach, angrily onto the juicer. It's juice was runnier, more plentiful than that of the orange. Fertility. Wet sex. Soft skin dotted with tiny blonde hairs. Her eyes rolled back in her head once more and she could vaguely remember her Great Uncle Danny's voice.
At the age of seven her family hosted Christmas. All of her aunts and uncles came, excited to see their new home. Her dad was a gracious host, and it was the only truly succesful Christmas party she could ever remember going to. That was the night she met Great Uncle Danny. He was repulsive, like nothing she'd ever seen before. He kept taking out his bridge between bites, leaving it to dry caked with mashed potatoes and corn. He had a terrible cough, and tiny flecks of spit flew from his mouth with every expellation of air. He seemed to be enjoying himself, but he scared her nonetheless. At the end of the night he approached her with a warm smile. Handing her a long, thin package he remained silent as she opened it questioningly. It was a baton. Her heart swelled with tenderness for this old man, and she told him she loved him, and asked him to take her home with him. He smiled kindly, but grabbed his coat and left. Before bed her daddy shoved the baton inside her. She buried it in the backyard the next day, and Great Uncle Danny died of a stroke two weeks later.
She poured the juice into an ornate glass. It sparkled a tangerine color behind the thick delicate lead crystle. The glass was chipped to pieces around the top ring, but she drank from it anyway. Tiny garnet drops trickled down the side into the sunny orange drink, she swirled it with her middle finger. It no longer stung.
Simon left her after three years of accusation and delusional jealousy. She came home one night to find him on top of another woman, this one fairer and more petite. Without a word she ran to the bathroom and began swallowing every pill in sight. Simon stopped her once he heard the commotion, and the woman vanished without a trace. "I drove you to it..." she repeated incessantly. "I drove you to it." Simon cradled her in his arms for the time being, but she soon became enraged and kicked him out of the flat. The next day she came home from the grocery store, a bottle of rum in hand, and found all his clothing gone. She had created this woman, she had conjured her up, and she knew that there was nothing she could do to bring Simon home. He had found someone else.
The orange and the peach sat dead and juiced in the corner of her kitchen. Her lead crystal glass was shattered on the floor. She sat unharmed, unaffected, on her kitchen counter. Drained of so much, her pale face was wan and weary. The sun was setting slowly over her flat alone, and a chilly breeze crept by her lacy curtains only to make its way into her very marrow. Class tomorrow. Lunch with mom. Haircut. Grocery shopping. Miserable fucking machine. Her head dropped lifelessly onto her chest, and she knew, she had been juiced as well.
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Submitted by PukingDog (user info) at 2007-06-08 01:43:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I like this.
Submitted by viciousness63 (user info) at 2007-06-08 01:21:16 EDT (#)
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Yes, I am currently a student. I'm planning on eventually trying to get published, although it's hard to write anything publishable when you've got so much fucking school shit to do. I've got a lot written that I haven't posted here, and that generally tends to be more refined. Right now though, I'm just writing to relieve tension.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-06-07 09:08:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
seriously though, you should post more.
what's your deal? student? any real interest in writing?
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-06-07 08:11:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i really loved this entry
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-06-05 12:45:24 EDT (#)
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