Chapter 1 - If he goes too farMature

Two girls lay together on a double bed, one wearing unattractive yellow elephant pyjamas, and the other in a medium length black flowing skirt, and a red strapless top that reached only half way down her stomach.

“So, let me get this straight-”

“I’m sorry hun, you’re gay, you don’t do straight.”

“Ha, ha, very funny. So, he actually made you shoot her? Like, shoot her, as in-”

“I know what you mean Steph, and yes. He made me shoot her.”

“But why?” Mirian shrugged in response, fingering the string on Stephanies pyjama bottoms.

“He caught me sneaking food to the girls.” She said, casually as if she were talking about the weather. “That was my punishment.”

“But he made you shoother! Do you not feel for that at all?” Stephanies voice rose, and Mirian clapped a hand over her mouth. Her glare making the other girl flinch, and look down,

“Shut it, dipshit. Do you want your parents to know I’m here? Besides. I didn’t shoot her.” Stephanies eyes widened, disbelieving as her head shot up at this new piece of information.

“But you said-”

“It was a blank. The gun had a blank in it. She’s fine.” As fine as anyone half starved to death can be. Mirian thought, but did not share her thoughts aloud. Afraid of what her girlfriend would say to that.

 

“So, you didn’t really . . . ?”

“No.” Stephanie sighed in relief,

“Well thank-”

“Don’t you dare say God. You know how I feel about that.” Mirian narrowed her eyes at Steph, her finger pointed at her. An unspoken threat.

“I know Miry.” Stephanie sighed. Mirian watched her for a moment before asking in a lighter tone.

“So . . . Any luck with the parents?” Steph shook her head, sighing sadly,

“No. You know how against gay rights they are. As if they’re going to change their views just because their daughter is, one of the ‘Other Side’ or a ‘Vermin’.” Steph shook her head, and shifted her weight. “They won’t accept me. Dad beats me worse than ever because of it.” Mirian heard the tremble in Stephanies voice, could feel her hand clenching into a fist automatically at the thought of anyone hurting Steph.

“I don’t see what’s so wrong with you being gay.” Stephanie giggled,

“Only because you get the effects of it.” Her teeth flashed as she laughed silently,

“Oh yeah.” The soft, pleasurable sigh that escaped Mirians lips caused Stephanie to roll her eyes,

“Perv.” She muttered, before feeling soft lips press against her own. A soft moan surrounded the two, though neither knew who’d made it. Hands running through hair, and exploring each-others bodies. Both girls were in ecstasy.

 

“You know I love you, right Steph?” Mirian lay beside her lover on the bed. They were both still fully dressed, Stephanies pyjamas twisted and she fought to right them. Mirians skirt was riding high, and the top crumpled, showing more of her chest than was considered decent. Nevertheless, Mirian made no move to fix it.

“I love you too Miry.” Steph replied, her fingers touching furtively on Mirians body. Goosebumps riddled Mirians arms, and shivers ran down her back as her girlfriends fingertips wove their magic. Planting seeds of pleasure everywhere they touched. They lay facing each other, faces so close they touched foreheads, and legs intertwined in such a way, that left no room for doubt that the two were in love.

 

“What am I going to do if he goes too far?” Steph broke the comfortable silence with a question, one that -for her- carried a lot of weight.

“Who? My Father? I dunno.” Miry shrugged, “Live on I s’pose. Not as if it’s your problem.” She ran a hand through her hair, working out the kinks. Both girls were flushed, breathing heavy, and hair messed up. Anyone could tell what they’d been doing not five minutes ago. Narrowing her eyes, Steph glared at Miry,

“Of course it would be my problem Miry! If anything happened to you-” She choked, unable to get a word out, until she took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, effectively calming herself down. “I don’t know what I’d do.” She finished, whispering quietly. 

“Steph, you are absolutely wonderful. You are beautiful, and just too good to be with someone like me. I’m not good enough for you, but,” Mirian cut off whatever response had been about to spill from her girlfriend. “If something were to happen to me, regardless of whether it was my Father, or some idiot drink driver, I’d want you to move on. Find someone else, someone better. Someone-” Mirian was cut off by soft lips pressing against her own. The kiss was short, sweet, and finished much too quickly for her liking.

“Don’t Miry; I don’t want to think about all that.” Miry sighed. She understood, yes, she also knew it had to be discussed.

“But we have to. Something very well might happen to me, I only want to have the peace of mind that you’ll be happy without me if it does.” Steph shook her head, not bothering to brush away the tears that threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes; she knew they’d only be replaced with more.

“But I won’t be happy Miry. Not if you’re gone.” Mirian moved closer and pulled Stephanie into a hug, rubbing her back soothingly and whispering sweet nothings into her ear, while Steph cried silent tears. Dreading the ‘if’s and ‘maybe’s.

 

Neither of the girls heard the light footsteps approaching the closed bedroom door. Neither of them took any notice of the handle turning, of the door opening. They did –however- notice the scream Stephanies mother emitted at seeing them in such an intimate position. Perhaps a little too well.

Mum!” Stephanie shoved herself away from Miry, and stared wide-eyed at her mother, as she hurriedly brushed away the tears.

“What on Earth is going on here?” Stephanies Mother stared at the scene before her. Her daughter laying on her bed, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips, with another girl beside her in the same state. “I thought it was made clear we did not want this . . . trash, in our house!” Mirians brows lifted, seemingly unfazed, she looked at the woman.

“Well then, what are you doing here Sarah? Thought you didn’t want trash in your house.” Mirian grinned, seeing the anger turn Sarahs’ cheeks red. Stephanies’ father appeared in the doorway.

“What is she doing here?” the dark tone of his voice alerted the girls of his displeasure. Sarah left the room, her cheeks red with anger, or embarrassment, and her hands tightened into fists. Mirian rolled off the bed, stood up straight, and fixed her clothes.

 

“Mr Charles.” She spoke politely, and Steph looked at her, she could hear the sneer in her voice and prayed her father hadn’t heard it also.

“Do not address me, ever. You and your kind should be eradicated from this world. I do not need you infecting my daughter also.” Steph sucked in a breath, looking worriedly at Miry, trying to judge her reaction, and stop her if she went to do something stupid. Which was more than likely.

“My kind? Eradicated? Infecting? Sir, I’m not sure we’re on the same page here. Are you referring to me as a parasite?” The mans’ eyes narrowed, the glare he sent Mirians way was strong enough to kill,

“I believe I am. I want you to leave my house. Before you infect the lot of us.”  Stephanie covered her mouth to stop herself from protesting, and glanced at Mirian. Surely, she would not allow him to get away with that. Mirian was too proud for someone to speak like that to her. But Mirian only glared at him.

“Before I do, I would like to inform you of something. Being gay is not infectious, as much as you might like to think, and it does not make us vermin. Now if you ever dare to lay so much as a finger on Steph. You will find yourself in a place very much like Hell. Only worse.” As Mirian spoke, she pulled down the side of her skirt, just enough for Mr Charles to catch a glimpse of the fully loaded handgun Mirian kept there in its holster. The hard expression Miry wore proved how unfazed she’d be using it. Stephanies father paled visibly, but managed to keep his composure enough to say;

“Leave.” In a deep, angry tone. Only a hint of fear showing in his voice. Mirian smirked, gave Stephanie a flirtatious smile, and glared at Mr Charles, before leaving. Flipping Sarah the finger as she walked past.

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alright, so I hope you all like this, this is the second version of this chapter, because I had asked somebody to critique the original and basically there was a whole lot of stuff I had to fix and change. Like the fact that originally there was a gun hidden in a mini skirt... My logic was obviously not working when I wrote that, but.... anyway. Enjoy! Oh and please vote and/or comment if you like this, it'd mean the world to me!

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