The Secrets of Perfection

Chapter 1

8.19.2003-8.19.2003

He pulled back from her kiss, his eyes frantic with need, but a hint of fear showed through in them. “Perfection, we can’t do this here.” he breathed. “Someone’ll see us.”

She chuckled darkly and pressed against him, kneading the growing bulge in his pants. She pushed him harder against the cold brick wall, hidden just outside the golden pools of light cast by the street lamps. “Don’t be a pussy..” she murmured. “The risk is half the fun, Albion...”

The insistent massaging of her fingers and the heat of her body so close to his made it impossible to resist her dark charms. He turned them around and took her against the stone wall hard enough to bruise her hips and back. Her two-toned hair was a mess and she bit hard into his shoulder to keep from screaming. It was a delicious little slice of hell, being pounded against the unforgiving brick wall.

When they were finished, he dragged her back to his car and took her home. Her goodbye kisses were almost enough to make him stay longer, but they had school in the morning. “See, hun? Told ya no one would catch us...” she murmured in between kisses.

“I know,” he whispered back. “See ya tomorrow?”

She laughed a little. “Only if my parents don’t finally kill me, tonight.”

His blue eyes almost glowed in the darkness as he lightly ran his fingers through her mussed hair. “You know they wouldn’t. They’re just sad that you didn’t live up to your name.”

She smirked. “I’m the perfect nightmare. That’s the closest to perfection they’ll ever get.”

He chuckled at that, kissing her once more before she climbed out of his car. “G’night, love.”

“Night, Pretty. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Albion said as he drove off, smiling at the nickname. He and Perfection had met and had their first encounter because of the song “Hey Pretty” by Poe. The memory still made him smile, a year later.

Perfection walked through her front door, not bothering trying to sneak in. Her parents would know when she came in anyway, so it didn’t matter. She’d be courteously quiet, but that was it. She groaned lightly as she dragged herself into the shower. The hot water stung like hell as it sprayed against her bruises, dripping into the shallow scrapes from her flesh rubbing against the harsh stone wall.

“Son of a bitch,” she hissed softly, knowing that it would be much worse when soap ran into them. Regardless, she scrubbed some shampoo onto her scalp, working it through her black-streaked and curly red hair. She was a natural redhead, but her skin was snow white and freckle free. Some of her curls were dyed black, putting a twist on typical streaks.

The bathroom door opened and she rinsed the soap from her face, peeking out from behind the curtain to see who it was. She frowned a little. “Why are you still up, Mel?” she asked of her sister with the honey-colored curls and guileless grey eyes.

Melanie smiled a little. “Did you have fun tonight?”

Perfection smirked and ducked back into the shower, working the soap off her body and out of her hair. “I always have a good time when I’m with Albion,” she said with a smile.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get seen by someone,” Mel replied.

“God, you’re such a voyeur. How long did you watch?”

“I saw you as I walked by. Then I figured I should give you both some privacy and left.”

Perfection rolled her eyes and shut off the water, reaching out and grabbing a towel. “You’re a senior, Melanie. Don’t you have better things to do with your time than stalk your little sister?” She wrapped the towel around her slender yet curvaceous frame and stepped out of the shower.

Melanie’s smile was as innocent as a child’s as she reached out and lightly caressed Perfection’s cheek. The taller girl slapped her hand away. “I’m the one who brought you into the world of sex, Perfection. You’d do well not to forget that...” The heat in Melanie’s gaze was far from sisterly. She reached for Perfection’s towel and had her hand slapped back again.

“Get the fuck back, you crazy bitch.” she hissed. “I’d rather have you tattle to mom and dad than ever become your toy again, you sick cunt.” she growled, grabbing her discarded clothes and storming past her sister.

Once in her own room, she shut and locked the door. She was far enough away from her parents to turn her stereo up loud enough to drown out Melanie’s words. They began as sweet offers, soon turning to angry curses when she realized that her little sister wasn’t going to allow her entrance.

Perfection shook her head, wiping away her tears and shakily lighting the cigarette dangling from her lips, almost dropping the lighter she was trembling so badly. She sobbed once, choking on the smoke as she took a long drag that sent her into a fit of coughing. She wrapped her slender fingers around her arms, finishing her cigarette and crawling under the covers. She fell asleep to AFI and the sound of her own muffled sobs.