Chapter 2
I stand underneath the stars in the early fall sky, Tracy's arm wrapped around my shoulders. He hasn't taken his eyes off of me since we've been out here, but I have been looking anywhere but him.
We found a small bench just outside the building and Tracy removed his outer jacket and slung it over the back of it. He loosens and tie and I can't help but feel uneasy. Despite the crowd inside the hotel, it's almost like a ghost town out here.
I can see the cars on the interstate, one side is bright white with headlights and the other side is red with taillights. That does little to comfort me though.
"You cold?" Tracy asks me and I look back at him with a small nod. It is a bit chilly out here, after all it's early October. He wraps his jacket around me and I smile at him politely.
"Thank you, Tracy."
"My pleasure, princess." He whispers softly and pushes a lock of soft red hair behind my ear. He settles beside me on the bench and I try my best to resist scooting away. I wonder if Brock and Willamina are still dancing, or if it was just a friendly gesture.
I really hate to think it was something more than that. I'm not too open about my crush on Brock, but I finally did admit to myself that it's been there for quite sometime. However, the way he was holding Willamina told me that he didn't return my feelings. Not that I expected him to or anything.
"Misty?" Tracy's voice pulls me from my thoughts. I must have zoned out because I was so deep in thought about Brock and Willamina. I was obsessing about it and I really need to stop. I'm with Tracy right now, a perfect gentlemen who sees me and only me right now.
"Sorry, I…I was just thinking about something…" I tell him, clearing my throat, trying to send the hint that I didn't want to talk about it, but he apparently didn't get it.
"You're thinking about Brock, aren't you?" He asks, tilting his head to the side with a smile.
My eyes grow wide and my cheeks colour. "H-how did you know?"
"That look on your face." He leans his back onto the bench and looks at me. "You've always had it. The whole time we were in the Orange Islands together you've always had that same look on your face when you were talking or even thinking about Brock."
This causes me to blush even further. "Well, I…I just can't help thinking about him and Willamina. I mean, it's not like I care what he does, it's just…"
"Misty, don't try and deny it…" Tracy says with a sigh and I can't help but feel like I'm annoying him. "I know you have a crush on Brock. That's why you pull him away by the ear when he flirts with other women in front of you."
"That's…that's not true!" I stand up and stammer my protest. I only pull Brock away when he flirts with other girls because…because I'm jealous. It finally hits me. I am jealous.
Tracy tugs on my wrist and pulls me back down beside him. "Hey, Misty, it's alright. Everyone has their secret crushes. I even have mine…" He says with a smile and places his hand over mine. It takes a few seconds to register but I finally get it.
He's admitted his feelings for me. I blush deeply and he leaned in for another kiss. I don't move or pull away and strangely I'm more relaxed then I was before. I feel his mouth on mine. His lips softly pulling mine into his mouth and then I feel his tongue prod at my tense, closed mouth.
I gasp but he keeps me close to him, trying to reassure me that it's alright. I've always heard that a kiss is supposed to be exhilarating and exciting. I've heard about butterflies in your stomach, sweaty palms maybe even some light-headedness, but I'm not feeling any of that right now.
Maybe it wasn't all that it's cracked up to be. A lot of things seem to be that way these days.
Tracy pulls away from me and stares back into my eyes. "You're so gorgeous, Misty." He tells me and kisses me once again before I have time to speak. He pulls me away from the bench and leads me back around to the hotel to a side that is shadowed and dark and I'm not sure if I'm ready to move this fast.
"Tracy…" I say his name in protest, but he pushes me lightly against the wall and puts a finger to my lips.
"Shh…" He says and his face turns into a smile once again. "Misty, I know you like Brock, but you need to forget about that jerk. If he can't see what a gorgeous, sexy girl you are then he's not worth your time."
I press my back against the brick wall of the building. "I never said I liked Brock…"
"But it's obvious that you do…" Tracy says, pressing his body against mine. "Tell me something, does it hurt your feelings when he flirts with other women and completely ignores you?"
I feel my cheeks grow hot and I wonder if he can see that in the darkness. "Well, sometimes, yes."
"Than you like him." Tracy confirms.
I scowl and bit and cross my arms across my chest, effectively pushing Tracy away a bit in the process. "How do you know so much about me and how I feel? You didn't read my diary did you?"
He chuckles a bit and shakes his head. "No, no, Misty, of course not. I just know how it feels to like someone who doesn't like you back. To be honest, that look on your face when you talk about Brock…well it makes me kind of jealous."
"Wh-why?" I stammer.
"Because I wish you'd look at me that way." He comes up to me again and places kisses along my neck. It's a new feeling and I have to admit it does feel kind of good, but I'm not completely comfortable with it.
"Tracy…let's go back inside."
He mumbles his protest into my neck and now I'm starting to get nervous. I want to go back inside and see if Brock is finished hanging around Willamina yet. I feel Tracy's hands around my arms and they travel up my shoulders, pulling down my dress straps.
"Tracy, stop…I…"
"Quiet, Misty." He tells me, his normally light, cheery voice is now demanding and rough. He kisses my neck more before he moves to my mouth and kisses me hungrily again like he did inside.
I try to push him away but he pins me against the wall hard. A wave of hopelessness washes over me and my adrenaline skyrockets. He pulls my dress straps down further and kisses my shoulders.
"Misty, your so beautiful. Your skin's so soft and smooth." He groaned as his mouth danced across my skin and I feel the lump in my throat growing bigger. I want to go back inside. I don't want to be out here anymore. I don't like this.
"Tracy, please….stop. I'm not ready for this."
He looks up at me, his face suddenly very angry. "That's too bad, Misty, because I am. I am so ready for this and I have been for a long, long time." He kisses me hard again and the tears stream down my face. I need to get away, I have to get away.
"Stop it!" I yell and I feel his hand clasp tight across my mouth. My eyes grow wide and I feel his other hand tug down my dress, exposing my undergarments to him. His lips curl into a smile, an almost evil, sinister smile.
"Wow, you're even better than I thought you'd be." He said with a laugh. "You can have Brock, all you want, but I'm going to have you first." He pulls my dress down and sends it to the floor and I let out a sob.
"Stop your whining!" He says angrily. "I can have you crying for a whole different reason, honey."
He kisses me again and I'm disgusted by the way he's speaking to me. It angers me now more than it does frighten and I jab my knee into his groin. He lets out a squeak and lets go of me to clutch onto his crotch and there is not a second to waste. I reach down and grab my dress, ball it up in my hands as I run towards the hotel.
I'm in my bra and panties and everyone stares, even Ash, but I don't care. I had to get away from Tracy. I have to get as far away from him as possible. The entire room is quiet and my eyes search frantically for Brock through my blinding tears and crowds of people, but I don't see him.
I dive into the ladies bathroom and lock myself in a stall. I feel safe here. Even if Tracy were to come in here he couldn't get to me inside this stall. I sob into my dirty, wrinkled dress and a wave of nausea washes over me when I realize what could have happened to me.
I could have been raped of my innocence. I shudder to think about it. I hope no one comes in here and hears me crying. I can hear the sound of the music just outside the bathroom and I'm reminded of where I'm at.
I have to find Brock. It's strange but I always feel safe with him.
I peer down at my soiled, wrinkled dress, one of the straps is broken, but it will have to do for now until I can find Brock. I wipe the tears away from my eyes and I slip back on my dress, keeping the broken side tucked up under my arm.
I cautiously slip out of the bathroom, looking around for Brock and hoping that I don't see Tracy. People seem to have gotten back to the party and are not dwelling on the fact that I ran through here in my underclothes.
I feel safe enough to slip out from the shadows and I know people are staring at the condition of my hair and my dress, but there is only one thing on my mind and that's to find Brock.
We wasted no time exploring each other's bodies and I have to admit I'm getting quite excited at the sight of her. She rubs her hands along my bare shoulders and I pull her slim body close to mine.
Willamina slips a hand below my waist ban and I let out an involuntary groan of excitement. She smiles against my lips and I push her down on the bed. She pulls down her own bra straps and she grins up at me teasingly.
I reach my hand up and attempt to pull one down but before I can get anywhere there is a knock at the door. Willamina looks up at me with question and I shake my head.
"They'll go away." I tell her with a smile and press my mouth against hers again before moving to her neck.
The knock comes again and this time it's accompanied by a familiar female voice. "Brock, open up, please…" It's Misty and her voice is shaking, not quite steady.
I pull myself away from Willamina reluctantly. "It's Misty. Uh, I'll only be a second…" I tell her, trying my best to calm my excitement down before I answer the door. I don't bother to put on my shirt, I figure this can't take long.
When I opened the door I was shocked by what I saw. Misty was standing there, her dress strap was broken, her hair had fallen from it's elegant updo and hung messily around her shoulders.
"Brock!" She hugs me tightly and I stand there with my mouth open. What the hell happened to her? She sobs into my chest and I hold onto her tight and I can feel Willamina staring at me, but I don't care. Misty's my friend and as much as she may not like it, she comes first.
"Misty, what the hell happened to you?" I ask her.
She looks up at me, and then over my shoulder. A deep blush comes to her face and she looks away, not able to make eye contact with me or Willamina. "I…I didn't know you were in the middle of something…" She tells me.
"I--well it's alright." I assure her, and lift her face towards mine. Even though her mascara had ran down her cheeks, she still looks beautiful to me. "You want to tell me what happened to you?" I ask.
She hesitates. "Uh…I'll just go…"
"No wait…" I tighten my grip on her wrists and she stares up at me.
I hear Willamina behind me, putting back on her dress and checking her hair in the mirror. "We were kind of in the middle of something…" She says and Misty and I both hear the irritation in her voice.
"Like I said, I'll leave…." Misty repeats but I won't have that.
"No, Misty, you stay." I tell her, making sure she can't break free of my grasp. "Willamina, maybe you better go. I have to talk to her…"
She stares back at me in surprise and smoothes out the wrinkles in her dress. "Alright. Well, I'll be downstairs if you change your mind." She says, brushing past Misty and I.
The door shuts quite harshly behind her and I sigh, leaning against the wall and finally letting go of Misty's wrist.
"Brock…" She says finally and I look up at her. There is a sadness in her eyes. "Were you going to sleep with her?"
I knew this question was coming and I have no choice but to be truthful to her. I answered the door in nothing but my boxers and Willamina was almost nude as well and not much gets by Misty.
Instead, I decide to change the subject. "Well, what about you? Why did you run off with Tracy?"
"This isn't about me!" Misty raises her voice at me but I stay calm. Something tells me I struck a nerve in her. "You have no right to ask about my personal life!"
"And you have no right to ask about mine!" I tell her, raking my hands through my spiky black hair. I'm sexually frustrated and frustrated with Misty at the same time. That's not a good combination for me.
Instead of getting fired up at me and snapping back at me with a witty comment she simply looks away and bites her lip shyly. "Why did you tell Willamina to leave?"
"Because having sex with her isn't as important than finding out what the hell happened to you and why you came to find me." My frustration fades away and my voice softens. "Look, obviously something happened to you, why else would you have asked the front desk where I was and what room I was in…"
"Well, I didn't know you were up here with Willamina!" She snaps back at me and scowls in her usual way.
"Misty, stop changing the subject." I tell her, my face serious. "Did Tracy hurt you?"
Misty stares at me with those beautiful cerulean eyes that are flooding up with tears. "Brock, I'm sorry…" She says, her voice breaking out into sobs. I pull her into my arms and hug her tightly.
"Sorry for what?" I ask her, rubbing her back lovingly with my hand.
"For walking in on you and then being mean to you when your just trying to help." I feel her bury her face deeper into my chest. "Your always trying to help me and I should be more grateful for that."
I pull back from her to look into her eyes. "Hey, stop apologizing for walking in on Willamina and I, OK? It's not important."
She nods lightly and rests her cheek on my palm. I can't help but stare at her and I never really noticed just how gorgeous she was. The way she's looking at me could literally take my breath away.
"Tell me what happened, Misty." I tell her again and she nods to me before brushing past me and sitting on the bed.
"Tracy, he…he tried to rape me…" She says, the tears welling up in her eyes again. I can tell she's scared and anger builds inside me.
"I'm going to kick his fucking ass!" I head for the door, planning to rip Tracy Sketchit into shreds, but I feel her hand on mine and she pulls me backwards.
"Brock, no…just…just stay here with me." Misty looks up at me expectantly and resign to sitting beside her on the bed. She hesitates before putting her head on my shoulder and grabbing onto my hand. "I feel safe with you."
I don't know if I should read more into her gesture then just a friendly one. Of course she feels safe with me. For the least 5 years I have cooked, cleaned, and cared for her and Ash.
But I can't help but hope for something more. Something much more.
Misty lifts her head up to face me and look down into her eyes. Everything about her is just absolutely mesmerizing. I push a lock of red hair behind her ear and I realize just how beautiful she really is.
I lean in closer to her and she backs away from me a little, but I rub her cheek with my thumb and assure her that it's OK. It feels right. I brush my lips with hers and she slowly responds, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I push her back onto the bed and caress her mouth with my own. My heart is racing and my neck grows hot. I wasn't this excited even with Willamina and it's strange to me. I don't see her as my sister anymore, or someone that is younger than me. I see her as a woman. The woman I want to be with.
I tear away the torn dress and run my finger tips along her smooth, porcelain skin. She lets out a small moan against my lips. I move from her mouth to her neck and she utters softly, almost reluctantly. "Brock, stop…"
I pull away and look down at her, her lips are swollen from my own and her hair is splayed out behind her. Her eyes travel down between my legs and her face grows a deeper red. "Why?" I ask, I can't help but feel frustrated.
"This is…this is weird." She says, standing up. Her body is shaking and I wonder why she's trembling.
"Why is it weird?"
"I'm not supposed to enjoy you kissing me like that." The sultry passion in her eyes excites every nerve-ending in my body.
I pull her against me once again, enjoying the rush of her skin against mine. "But you did enjoy it, correct?"
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