Little White Lies
Drive.
HARRY’S POV
I could feel her stare from across the room; burning into me; glaring me down, trying to work me out like she had got the last hundred days as the television shone a sick sense of solitude via its yellow glow between us. I tried my hardest not to give into the simplest of temptations I knew in the past, had lead me to make the wrong decisions. Eyes focused on the small print of the novel I had pinned down between my hands and lap; the only thing keeping me sane, I noticed from the corner of my eye that she’d gotten up – that she was pacing towards me, that she was treating me like prey; as if I were fresh meat she hadn’t yet had the pleasure of tasting.
My pulse began to race, a cold sweat building up on my brow that I wanted to wipe away but didn’t want to seem like I’d lost interest in what I was reading. Pursing my lips together; thin and crisp, I felt her fingertips race down the side of my neck, over my shoulder and down my arm, resting at my thigh.
The bitch had a sirens touch.
Every exhale I took became stale as I tried harder and harder to focus on the small print. I’d read the same paragraph almost 4 times over – a fable of pretty women losing their hearts and minds. I was surprise with how much time we’d spent together – she hadn’t lost her own.
“Harry…”
Every second was ticking away as she let my name roll out from between her plump cherry painted lips which tasted like candy from the last night I remembered the pleasure of their company. I didn’t want to give in, I didn’t want to fall to temptation, and I didn’t want to scum to convenience. I could help but let out a frustrated sigh to break my silence.
The clock on the side chair teased my senses with rhythmic taunts of child’s-play. Every infomercial we sat through, completely unaware of was etching away at my sense; my judgement – what little the monster inside of me had left. The urge was coming, a meaning of reason engulfing me precariously.
I dropped the novel to one side, stood up to check my keys were in my back pocket and watched her uncross her legs seductively for the eight time tonight.
“I need a drive.”
I don’t remember anything else other than getting into the car, knuckles white as my hands gripped the steering wheel and I pulled out off the driveway unsure of where the night wanted to take me.
ZOE’S POV
His hands worked their way down, sliding to sit at my hips comfortably as we swayed in sync to the broken record track that had made its way around the turntable over a dozen times tonight. All I wanted was a refill of my drink; I’d promised my friends I’d be back with them in minutes and instead, had caught the eye of a beautiful stranger who had more on his mind that just keeping my company.
The words he whispered my way seemed to make no sense, something about romance and fatality, which harmoniously seemed to fit together making the other girls I’d seen him with earlier cry like doves. Something was mentioned about how pretty my eyes were, how they reminded him of a girls he once use to know. My heels kicked the glass I’d once been carrying which was now, on the floor.
“I really need a drink”, I managed weakly, my head falling back as his lips left the smallest, sweetest trail by my jaw. This was uncomfortable; I was scared - I needed help.
“Something sweet for you sugar?”
“Just anything I can drink.”
Those sneaky hands can further down the little black number I was in, resting over my backside and giving it a firm, small squeeze that sent my hands rushing to his chest to create distance. His chuckle wasn’t as infectious as I’d wished it to be. A romance lost by the sub qualities of an every day male.
“Courtney…”
“Marie!”
“Jessica.”
I heard almost every name but my own as he asked me to wait for him; keeping those dark, wicked brown eyes fixated on me with every step he took away. Feeling like a deer caught in a bear trap and my heart, racing for normality, I did the only thing I could think of as right.
I ran.
The sound of my heels under the weight of my body that my legs just couldn’t seem to carry belted across the dance-floor as I made my way painfully up each step lighted by blue LED’s that screamed for an exit. The bodies I pushed past held little resistance which was what I was afraid of; I could hear steps following me and tried to pick up speed yet couldn’t tell where they were coming from, who they were by or what they wanted.
Reaching the curb outside; standing square beneath the lit up club entrance I tried to catch my breath. A hand feebly held over my heart and my first thought being about if my friends had my purse as the soothing sounds of traffic drove by; hands reached to grab at my waist – my breathing hitched, my eyes seeing the stars which shone in the late night sky above.
“Seems like you’re a lot more trouble than I first expected.”
His breath and scent; a fusion of whiskey and cheap cigarettes I’d first noticed him smoke in the line outside earlier in the night consumed me with dismay. Opening my mouth, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t shriek, my eyes didn’t even bother trying to cry.
“You alright ma’am?”
I turned my head to one side, catching a glimpse of a beat up black jag that had pulled over, window half rolled down; a knight in not so shinning armor leant over passenger seat to greet a unforeseen damsel in distress.
“No…”, I murmured beneath a pant.
Unsure of whether either of the men heard me, I attempted to fight off the love struck strangers wrists from their hold. I’d had too much to drink though, taken a few too many pills - I wasn’t sure of my left or my right or my mind.
“Zoe, get in the car.”
My name – finally.
I couldn’t care less where it was coming from, who had spoken it, why I’d even heard it but the instruction was clear, the command had been made. I slipped from the hold, door pushed open – sliding down into the torn up leather seat, kicking my heels off the second I could manage.
“You alright?”
I didn’t bother looking at the face of my savior.
“Just drive.”
I could feel her stare from across the room; burning into me; glaring me down, trying to work me out like she had got the last hundred days as the television shone a sick sense of solitude via its yellow glow between us. I tried my hardest not to give into the simplest of temptations I knew in the past, had lead me to make the wrong decisions. Eyes focused on the small print of the novel I had pinned down between my hands and lap; the only thing keeping me sane, I noticed from the corner of my eye that she’d gotten up – that she was pacing towards me, that she was treating me like prey; as if I were fresh meat she hadn’t yet had the pleasure of tasting.
My pulse began to race, a cold sweat building up on my brow that I wanted to wipe away but didn’t want to seem like I’d lost interest in what I was reading. Pursing my lips together; thin and crisp, I felt her fingertips race down the side of my neck, over my shoulder and down my arm, resting at my thigh.
The bitch had a sirens touch.
Every exhale I took became stale as I tried harder and harder to focus on the small print. I’d read the same paragraph almost 4 times over – a fable of pretty women losing their hearts and minds. I was surprise with how much time we’d spent together – she hadn’t lost her own.
“Harry…”
Every second was ticking away as she let my name roll out from between her plump cherry painted lips which tasted like candy from the last night I remembered the pleasure of their company. I didn’t want to give in, I didn’t want to fall to temptation, and I didn’t want to scum to convenience. I could help but let out a frustrated sigh to break my silence.
The clock on the side chair teased my senses with rhythmic taunts of child’s-play. Every infomercial we sat through, completely unaware of was etching away at my sense; my judgement – what little the monster inside of me had left. The urge was coming, a meaning of reason engulfing me precariously.
I dropped the novel to one side, stood up to check my keys were in my back pocket and watched her uncross her legs seductively for the eight time tonight.
“I need a drive.”
I don’t remember anything else other than getting into the car, knuckles white as my hands gripped the steering wheel and I pulled out off the driveway unsure of where the night wanted to take me.
ZOE’S POV
His hands worked their way down, sliding to sit at my hips comfortably as we swayed in sync to the broken record track that had made its way around the turntable over a dozen times tonight. All I wanted was a refill of my drink; I’d promised my friends I’d be back with them in minutes and instead, had caught the eye of a beautiful stranger who had more on his mind that just keeping my company.
The words he whispered my way seemed to make no sense, something about romance and fatality, which harmoniously seemed to fit together making the other girls I’d seen him with earlier cry like doves. Something was mentioned about how pretty my eyes were, how they reminded him of a girls he once use to know. My heels kicked the glass I’d once been carrying which was now, on the floor.
“I really need a drink”, I managed weakly, my head falling back as his lips left the smallest, sweetest trail by my jaw. This was uncomfortable; I was scared - I needed help.
“Something sweet for you sugar?”
“Just anything I can drink.”
Those sneaky hands can further down the little black number I was in, resting over my backside and giving it a firm, small squeeze that sent my hands rushing to his chest to create distance. His chuckle wasn’t as infectious as I’d wished it to be. A romance lost by the sub qualities of an every day male.
“Courtney…”
“Marie!”
“Jessica.”
I heard almost every name but my own as he asked me to wait for him; keeping those dark, wicked brown eyes fixated on me with every step he took away. Feeling like a deer caught in a bear trap and my heart, racing for normality, I did the only thing I could think of as right.
I ran.
The sound of my heels under the weight of my body that my legs just couldn’t seem to carry belted across the dance-floor as I made my way painfully up each step lighted by blue LED’s that screamed for an exit. The bodies I pushed past held little resistance which was what I was afraid of; I could hear steps following me and tried to pick up speed yet couldn’t tell where they were coming from, who they were by or what they wanted.
Reaching the curb outside; standing square beneath the lit up club entrance I tried to catch my breath. A hand feebly held over my heart and my first thought being about if my friends had my purse as the soothing sounds of traffic drove by; hands reached to grab at my waist – my breathing hitched, my eyes seeing the stars which shone in the late night sky above.
“Seems like you’re a lot more trouble than I first expected.”
His breath and scent; a fusion of whiskey and cheap cigarettes I’d first noticed him smoke in the line outside earlier in the night consumed me with dismay. Opening my mouth, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t shriek, my eyes didn’t even bother trying to cry.
“You alright ma’am?”
I turned my head to one side, catching a glimpse of a beat up black jag that had pulled over, window half rolled down; a knight in not so shinning armor leant over passenger seat to greet a unforeseen damsel in distress.
“No…”, I murmured beneath a pant.
Unsure of whether either of the men heard me, I attempted to fight off the love struck strangers wrists from their hold. I’d had too much to drink though, taken a few too many pills - I wasn’t sure of my left or my right or my mind.
“Zoe, get in the car.”
My name – finally.
I couldn’t care less where it was coming from, who had spoken it, why I’d even heard it but the instruction was clear, the command had been made. I slipped from the hold, door pushed open – sliding down into the torn up leather seat, kicking my heels off the second I could manage.
“You alright?”
I didn’t bother looking at the face of my savior.
“Just drive.”
Notes
Hi everyone! Long time reader; first time writer. I'm a little nervous about posting here because I'm a little iffy with my work and don't do well to being judged. Anyway, if you could let me know what you think that'd be super. Sorry that the first chapter was short and painful, I do promise things will get better on from here on in.
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10/11/14