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Malicious Lullaby
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- On my knees, in between his legs.
The music was loud, the beats vibrating throughout the throng of people and throughout the house and it smelled like smoke, sex and alcohol and all sorts of wrong things that would occur at a teenage party.
Harmony Wilkinson’s parents weren’t home and that meant she had the house to herself. And what did that truly mean? Party! Everyone from the high school was there that actually knew her and actually liked to party. Among those people was the ‘nobody’ Samaire Higgins. She was seventeen, kept to herself and only really got an in because her brother was dating Harmony. She had no real interest to be there except for the free booze and the freedom to smoke like an old chain smoking bitch.
The night was going steadily fast and when she went to find her brother, Mitchell Higgins, senior and ultimate party boy and ladies man who actually found something in Harmony to keep dating her and not just bone her once and run for the hills, she found him in a compromising position with said girlfriend and that meant she wouldn’t be able to get the ride she needed. She was tipsy, tired and so ready to go home. But she wasn’t waiting for him to finish doing her and when she last saw, it seemed they were just getting started. If there was anything her older brother taught her—they were actually close, believe it or not—it was to not be a cock-blocker. So she left, shut the door quietly and went back downstairs.
A small hand pushed her black bangs out of her eyes, pushing it back with the rest of her long, raven black wavy hair. She wore a simple orange tank top with lace trimming and ripped jeans that looked a couple of sizes too big for her but she liked loose clothes. She wasn’t much of a girly girl. No, considering that her parents paid more attention with their jobs than their kids—not because they didn’t care but in this economy, to support two teenagers who were very close to being in college, they had to work a lot to give them bright and shining futures.—it pushed her and Mitch closer and he treated her like the little brother he never had but at the same time, never forgot Samaire was his little sister and also protected her like crazy. She was often bullied at school in her early years. That is until Mitch stepped forward and made it crystal clear that anyone who picked on his baby sister was as dead as a doornail. They backed off immediately. He had some standing in their school.
Samaire had her mother’s features. Flawless very slightly tanned skin, black wavy hair that went down her back to her waist, piercing hazel eyes that were too big for her head but suited her and a cute button for a nose with full pink lips to complete the entire ensemble. On top of her tank top, she wore a black zippy hoodie that was unzipped and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She was already outside of the house and the farther away she walked, the sooner the loud noise coming from it faded into the distance. Her hands pushed into the pockets of her jeans, causing the to ride a little lower on her, now hanging on her hips and showing a bit of skin in the space between the hem of her tank top and the rim of her jeans. She didn’t care. She just wanted to go home and was concentrating on walking straight. The last thing she needed was for someone to notice that she wasn’t exactly sober, walking alone on a Friday night, a minor and way passed her curfew.
Harmony Wilkinson’s parents weren’t home and that meant she had the house to herself. And what did that truly mean? Party! Everyone from the high school was there that actually knew her and actually liked to party. Among those people was the ‘nobody’ Samaire Higgins. She was seventeen, kept to herself and only really got an in because her brother was dating Harmony. She had no real interest to be there except for the free booze and the freedom to smoke like an old chain smoking bitch.
The night was going steadily fast and when she went to find her brother, Mitchell Higgins, senior and ultimate party boy and ladies man who actually found something in Harmony to keep dating her and not just bone her once and run for the hills, she found him in a compromising position with said girlfriend and that meant she wouldn’t be able to get the ride she needed. She was tipsy, tired and so ready to go home. But she wasn’t waiting for him to finish doing her and when she last saw, it seemed they were just getting started. If there was anything her older brother taught her—they were actually close, believe it or not—it was to not be a cock-blocker. So she left, shut the door quietly and went back downstairs.
A small hand pushed her black bangs out of her eyes, pushing it back with the rest of her long, raven black wavy hair. She wore a simple orange tank top with lace trimming and ripped jeans that looked a couple of sizes too big for her but she liked loose clothes. She wasn’t much of a girly girl. No, considering that her parents paid more attention with their jobs than their kids—not because they didn’t care but in this economy, to support two teenagers who were very close to being in college, they had to work a lot to give them bright and shining futures.—it pushed her and Mitch closer and he treated her like the little brother he never had but at the same time, never forgot Samaire was his little sister and also protected her like crazy. She was often bullied at school in her early years. That is until Mitch stepped forward and made it crystal clear that anyone who picked on his baby sister was as dead as a doornail. They backed off immediately. He had some standing in their school.
Samaire had her mother’s features. Flawless very slightly tanned skin, black wavy hair that went down her back to her waist, piercing hazel eyes that were too big for her head but suited her and a cute button for a nose with full pink lips to complete the entire ensemble. On top of her tank top, she wore a black zippy hoodie that was unzipped and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She was already outside of the house and the farther away she walked, the sooner the loud noise coming from it faded into the distance. Her hands pushed into the pockets of her jeans, causing the to ride a little lower on her, now hanging on her hips and showing a bit of skin in the space between the hem of her tank top and the rim of her jeans. She didn’t care. She just wanted to go home and was concentrating on walking straight. The last thing she needed was for someone to notice that she wasn’t exactly sober, walking alone on a Friday night, a minor and way passed her curfew.