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around him, the scent of her perfume filling the small space. She had to give her mom points for effort.
“I’m gonna go. Bye, Mama.” She kissed her cheek and headed out.
Paige walked through the dark to the front entrance of her trailer park where Gary would pick her up. A mature twenty to her eighteen, Gary was a smooth talker. They’d been out twice before. He said all the right things, did some of the right things.
She ran her fingers through her hair and peered up at the dark Texas sky. One day she’d leave this town, look up at the sky from a different city, maybe even a different continent. That day was getting closer and closer.
The low rumble of Gary’s refurbished Thunderbird announced his arrival, and she slid in beside him.
“Hey, baby.” He leaned over and kissed her, the scent of cigarettes clinging to him reminded her of home, but nobody was perfect.
Especially not her.
The music in the bar had been loud, the smoke heavy. There were a few people she knew, but it was mostly Gary’s friends. She’d liked that too, being with a different, older group. She didn’t especially like to feel out of control, but she had a couple of drinks over the next few hours, just loosening up. But after that the night got kind of blurry.
Feeling a little wild and a bit numb, she agreed to go to Gary’s car. They made out in the front seat awhile, kissing and a little groping. It was her idea to move it to the backseat. Now flat on her back, she didn’t feel so good.
“Gary, I’m gonna be sick.”
“No, you’re not.”
The weight of his body on top of hers and the smell of his breath weren’t helping. He stuck his tongue in her mouth, and she concentrated hard on not being sick. Had she really had that much to drink? She hated throwing up.
She barely felt his groping hand on her breast, but she heard his moans, heard him say she was so hot. She braced her hands behind her to get some relief from the backseat door handle digging into the top of her head.
The backspins were worse. She needed to sit up. “Gary, I’m gonna throw up.”
“Shh.” She felt the tug on her jeans, heard the distant sound of a zipper.
“Wait.” She couldn’t even tell if she said it out loud over the blood pounding in her ears, everything felt far away. The sharp pain between her legs jerked her back. He was inside her, grunting, his hot beer breath at her ear.
“Wait.” It hurt and she moved her hands to his shoulders, but then the metal jammed into the top of her head and she put them back behind her. Three hard thrusts, each time the door handle digging into her head. Then he stopped, made a loud guttural sound, and became so heavy on top of her she couldn’t breathe.
Someone pounded on the back window behind her and Gary laughed. “Shit. Come on, baby.” He straightened his jeans. “You still sick?”
“No. I’m okay,” she mumbled, sitting up. Her head was still spinning, but she felt nauseous for another reason. It burned like fire between her legs and her underwear was immediately soaked.
Gary opened the door and helped her out. “Want to go back inside?”
“Sure,” she mumbled. She needed a bathroom. She also didn’t want to go home and think too much about what just happened.
Two months later, that night with Gary had seemed like a dream, parts of it clear, other parts fuzzy. But the positive pee stick in her hand had been crystal clear. She’d never, ever regret Casey, but she did regret how it had happened.
When she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer, Paige stood from the kitchen table and shuffled through her bathroom routine. She crawled into bed next to Casey, closed her eyes, and hoped she dreamed of Jake.
Chapter 6
“Carson is ready to try out the new finger plate whenever you are,” Simon said, stepping out of the elevator ahead of JT.
“Great.” They’d been waiting on the placement of sensors in the man’s chest that would translate sensory feedback to his brain. If
“I’m gonna go. Bye, Mama.” She kissed her cheek and headed out.
Paige walked through the dark to the front entrance of her trailer park where Gary would pick her up. A mature twenty to her eighteen, Gary was a smooth talker. They’d been out twice before. He said all the right things, did some of the right things.
She ran her fingers through her hair and peered up at the dark Texas sky. One day she’d leave this town, look up at the sky from a different city, maybe even a different continent. That day was getting closer and closer.
The low rumble of Gary’s refurbished Thunderbird announced his arrival, and she slid in beside him.
“Hey, baby.” He leaned over and kissed her, the scent of cigarettes clinging to him reminded her of home, but nobody was perfect.
Especially not her.
The music in the bar had been loud, the smoke heavy. There were a few people she knew, but it was mostly Gary’s friends. She’d liked that too, being with a different, older group. She didn’t especially like to feel out of control, but she had a couple of drinks over the next few hours, just loosening up. But after that the night got kind of blurry.
Feeling a little wild and a bit numb, she agreed to go to Gary’s car. They made out in the front seat awhile, kissing and a little groping. It was her idea to move it to the backseat. Now flat on her back, she didn’t feel so good.
“Gary, I’m gonna be sick.”
“No, you’re not.”
The weight of his body on top of hers and the smell of his breath weren’t helping. He stuck his tongue in her mouth, and she concentrated hard on not being sick. Had she really had that much to drink? She hated throwing up.
She barely felt his groping hand on her breast, but she heard his moans, heard him say she was so hot. She braced her hands behind her to get some relief from the backseat door handle digging into the top of her head.
The backspins were worse. She needed to sit up. “Gary, I’m gonna throw up.”
“Shh.” She felt the tug on her jeans, heard the distant sound of a zipper.
“Wait.” She couldn’t even tell if she said it out loud over the blood pounding in her ears, everything felt far away. The sharp pain between her legs jerked her back. He was inside her, grunting, his hot beer breath at her ear.
“Wait.” It hurt and she moved her hands to his shoulders, but then the metal jammed into the top of her head and she put them back behind her. Three hard thrusts, each time the door handle digging into her head. Then he stopped, made a loud guttural sound, and became so heavy on top of her she couldn’t breathe.
Someone pounded on the back window behind her and Gary laughed. “Shit. Come on, baby.” He straightened his jeans. “You still sick?”
“No. I’m okay,” she mumbled, sitting up. Her head was still spinning, but she felt nauseous for another reason. It burned like fire between her legs and her underwear was immediately soaked.
Gary opened the door and helped her out. “Want to go back inside?”
“Sure,” she mumbled. She needed a bathroom. She also didn’t want to go home and think too much about what just happened.
Two months later, that night with Gary had seemed like a dream, parts of it clear, other parts fuzzy. But the positive pee stick in her hand had been crystal clear. She’d never, ever regret Casey, but she did regret how it had happened.
When she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer, Paige stood from the kitchen table and shuffled through her bathroom routine. She crawled into bed next to Casey, closed her eyes, and hoped she dreamed of Jake.
Chapter 6
“Carson is ready to try out the new finger plate whenever you are,” Simon said, stepping out of the elevator ahead of JT.
“Great.” They’d been waiting on the placement of sensors in the man’s chest that would translate sensory feedback to his brain. If
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