Wasted (One Shot (?))

Her hair was down and she didn't care if the dark wind of the late night got it all messed up. She wasn't completely wasted but she said her head was spinning. That had been a good time to stop drinking. Matt squeezed the steering wheel under his palms. He wasn't exactly sober enough to drive decently but it wasn't anything he hadn't done before. He was friends with people like Brian and Johnny, he drove across the country, shitfaced. A light feeling of dizzyness couldn't stop him from driving a few miles, could it?

Well she distracted him a lot.

She was way too young. Not too young to get him in trouble but young enough to make him feel bad about her existence in that car that night. Especially when her shoes are off, her black painted toes peeping through her fishnet stockings, make him follow the way up to her ankles and legs. The road of perverted stare of his ended at her thighs, where her little red dress was pulled up and reveal the areas that weren't suppose to be on his eyesight.

She was singing along to that shitty song that she once said it resembled the two of them. Her lips with smudged lipstick on followed the lyrics unconsciously. Matt hated that song. It was sang by a man, who was telling the story of his female partner, who was too afraid to lose the bruises that he left.

He couldn't stand listening to that song but he felt too tense to change the song and start a discussion. It just reminded of him the inappropriate acts he performed on her young skin. Like the purple line she hid under her choker, it was a masterpiece from his right hand. He didn't feel guilty because he hurt her, no. Her hand had been right over his, telling him to choke him harder. He felt guilty because the playmate of his was almost twenty years younger than him. Barely legal for him to leave bruises of pleasure, a bit younger to be drunk in his car.

He knew she was observing her too. He could feel her staring at him with her bushy brows and green eyes, with the corner of his eye. She wasn't an exceptionally pretty girl. Brian even had insisted she was too ugly to risk the relationship between Matt and his wife. He had stated she didn't have the attractive body that Val had. And he thought her face was mean looking, having furious eyes, that Matt once had when he was younger, on top of it

Her naughty gaze traveled all across his scruffed face. He could barely find any love in her intention, it was full of rebellion and excitement. She didn't have the half of the compassion he did for her.

All he was wondering was if she had second thoughts like him. Was she feeling the regret of the months of intimacy? He smiled. Intimacy was such an innocent word, sugar coding their relationship wasn't something an adult would do. It was a straight up affair and she was a minor when it started. Had she ever thought of that fact and got disgusted of him, maybe even herself?

It was so hard to tell. Her eyes were closed now, she was smiling briefly, still singing along to that terrifyingly unaesthetic song. Maybe from the glass of booze he had, but it filled him with anger how she was carelessly enjoying herself. She was sleepy, tired, tipsy. Her small body was enjoying every second of relaxation the night pressed on her body. It was contradicting with Matt's mild panic. They were suppose to be on the run, but her strong seduction made him stop at a dive bar. They "enjoyed the blissful solitude" as she said, the solitude that they both needed a lot.

They were in the middle of nowhere in the woods of Oregon. They had to be quick. He was driving that car fast yet carefully, like there had been a sneaky monster following them. A monster that is more dangerous than death.

"I know you realized this won't solve anything." she finally spoke "This road trip is pointless."
Matt decided it was best to shut up. He wasn't in the right mind to declare what was pointless. He stuck to his plan he made a few days ago: leave California, move to another state, get a new identity. Whatever you do, never look back. Never hesitate on your decision to run.

Run like your life depends on it. Which it does.

"You have other things in mind." she said, staring at him, begging for response. She wanted a gesture, a mimic, a single move from a muscle on his face. She craved for a single action coming from him, yet he acted like she wasn't there.
The song finally changed. For Matt, it was for the better. A calm bass filled his lungs with determination. He was now sure what he was going to do.

"Starshine
Never gonna find me
Starshine
Will you gonna find me?"

"I know what you have in mind." She spoke. Her body was fully turned to him, her legs were pointing at him. She dared to put her hand on his upper leg, started to gently caressing it. "I have to say, it's the best thing we can do. There's no way we're getting out of this." she whispered to his ear. "Now talk to me."

The long awaited attention was given to her, as he turned his face to her and kissed her cheek lightly. He slowed down the car, found a place that wasn't potentially in sight for the moving cars, eventually stopped.

"Okay." He said "You wanna talk? Then talk as long as you want. We're not in a rush anymore."

She smiled, pulled her dress up and moved up to him. Her legs trapped his as she sat on his lap. Now their faces were close to one another, their breathes would mix in the air, as she preferred.

"I don't regret a single thing." She whispered again, to the corner of his mouth "If I had known it would end like this, I'd still do everything we done."

"Don't lie to me." Matt frowned "I cannot believe you when you're this much afraid of me."

"I'm not lying" she lied as she pulled her face a few inches. She had to examine his reactions carefully, a single wrong move could be deadly for both of them. But they had to make this talk because neither of them knew what to do.

She wasn't completely lying about feeling regret. She felt guilt. Her uncontrollable, spoiled desires cost Matt his family, his job, his belongings, his fame, his name... He had to leave everything behind, just to bare the truth of being in love with her. She could barely give it back.

She didn't regret saying yes to that road trip, didn't regret making him fall in love with her, didn't regret letting him be in between her legs and she certainly did not regret being this close to him at that moment. She just felt the guilt of taking everything away from him.

Now that they felt the mutual feeling of stomach growling guilt, they both laid back and made an eye contact with frustration. The girl was a bit uncomfortable, she had to lay her back to the steering wheel. The thoughts that flowed between their eyes were rapid and horrifying. They both realized that it was the end. She felt his legs clenching, his green eyes were motionless under the bright moonlight, he was truly speechless.

Starshine by Gorillaz was ending with its sharp piano tunes. The whole atmosphere was making Matt's face darker and darker. His shocked expression was still examining his own decision. The girl on his lap stood even more mesmerizing with the weak light, she was so small, so priceless, so exposed, so lonely... Matt was the only one she had now. All of the people who had been once by her side were abandoned by her, just because Matt wanted her to do. How could he ask such a thing?

She cut their heavy, heart wrenching staring contest with a hard kiss. She slammed her mouth on his so hard that their teeth almost touched. He wasn't numb to her sudden act of passion, he pressed her body to his by her waist and back. Their kiss got deeper and deeper by each second, neither of them dared to open their eyes. After some time, when they both felt a mild feeling of wetness around their mouths, they let go and gasped for air.

She hugged his shoulders harshly and pressed their chests together, laid her head on his neck. Their strong embrace got even more intimate as she wiggled her hips and stimulated his crotch ever so slightly.

"I'd do it again, I swear to God I'd do it again Matt." she whispered passionately "Fuck... I want you so bad!"

Matt held her chin and once again, their lips met. Much softer and seductive this time. His hand was now at the back of her head, massaging and pushing it. When she pulled her head back, she did it to get her jacket off. The red dress she wore had a deep v line so her familiar chest was exposed even more, a few inches down from his eye level. She rose up on her knees a little, to let Matt lose himself in the sight of her bosom. And he did as implied.

His mouth warmed her skin that ached for attention. He was impatient and rough, he was kissing her body the way she'd be concerned if she had to hide the marks from her mother. Luckily her home was miles away now, there was nothing to worry about. When she felt his teeth greezing on top of her breast, she unbuttened the buttons of her dress and let him stuggle to unhook her bra. Must be from the help of adrenaline, he was quick to get rid of it. Not until that moment did she realize how much his hands were shaking. He was as nervous and excited as he had been in their first times. That fact fulfilled her with eager, she rose on her knees even more, pulled her skirt up to tell him to rip off her fishnet stocking. His frustrated hands found some way to rip it off, and directly touched her obvious wetness through the thin material of her panties.

She secured herself with her knees sitting at the sides of Matt's legs and leaned her back to the steering wheel again. That way Matt could easily pull down her panties enough to expose her little slit to cool air. She clenched a bit, as Matt expected, but the soft touch of his fingers calmed her down. He was carefully playing with her clit with one hand, squeezing and caressing her breasts with the other.

He got fast as he observed the motions of her hips and torso, she was laying back as much as possible and making small circles with her butt to push herself to Matt's hand even more. Matt felt the eventual liquids around his fingers and decided it was best to stop, making her beg to get more from him. Unlike his expectations, she dared to get what she want instead of asking for it. She got away from Matt's lap and started to clumsily pull his belt. Her childish attempt made him take the charge, he got rid of the belt and pulled everything down from the waist down. In the meantime, she was busy taking her panties down.

She was quick to sit right back on his lap, a little too quick for her body to catch up. The way she intended to start the penetration make her hiss loudly. Matt put his hands on her back to tell her slow down. We're not in a rush anymore.
She insisted to be impatient, pulled him by his neck and buried his face on her collarbone; while his hands were on her ass, guiding her motions. It didn't take long for her to start getting pleasure instead of light pain. Her being relaxed and finding a rhythm made Matt groan for the first time. He got more active on her body, his hands traveled all across her frontal body; her breasts, her stomach, her bosom all got the touching and pinching they deserved.

After a while, he had to lay his head back and close his eyes tightly, from the first wave of pleasure. When he opened his eyes, he saw that she was way ahead of him. Her movements were as quick as possible, she was getting closer and closer as each second. Her eyes were closed, hands found a girp on his shoulders so tightly that it almost hurt. Just by the few seconds him observing her, he decided it was time.

She had never (and possibly will have never) seen someone reach the torpedo and grabbing a heavy object so quickly. It got her barely distracted though. She was so close to have her climax that she didn't really care what he had in his hand.
A sudden, heavy, agonizing shock condensed on her left side of the chest changed her whole state. A lot happened in her body in a few seconds: she was still spazming from her orgasm, her chest started to bleed semi-heavily, and her ears started to ring so much that she thought she was going deaf. It was so hard for her to open her eyes. The first thing she witnessed was to obvious fact that he didn't use a silencer on his gun. Then her vision catched his expression, the shocked expression he had a few minutes ago had invaded his face again, this time with a hint of amazement.

A repetitive rock song was on now. He didn't realize the song had changed. Even though he loved that song, he reached for the tape to stop it. He had to be respectful to the girl that was having her last moments.

Her hands had been locked on her wound, that's why they were covered in blood. She held his hand that was reaching for the tape by its ankle. She couldn't talk because of the heavy pain that left her speechless, but he could understand her gesture more than she could've ever explained with her words.

Her fingers left stains of blood on his ankle, it was warm and wet like anybody could expect, but he found it extraordinary and poetic. He had always thought her hands resembled little pigeons, pale and naive, now they contrasted with the blood that looked black under darkness.

"Confine me, let me be the lesser of a beautiful man
Without the blood on his hands
Come and make me a martyr, come and break my feeling
With your violence with the gun on my head."

She was crying. The shock had passed, the ache couldn't hide behind realization. Wine was poured and consumed with delight, now it was time to drink the bitter residue on the bottom of the glass. It was the tragic end, she felt the saddening effect of the whole situation by her blood leaving her body aggressively. She wasn't thinking logically anymore. Her thoughts were deformed, wrecked. Soon enough the inside of the car was as dark as the unfortunate night and the last thing she saw was the face of the love of her life. His glance was filled with satisfaction and peacefulness. And for a brief moment before she passed away, she felt satisfied and peaceful too.

Meanwhile Matt's hands were grabbing her butt so tightly that his nails teared little scars on her soon-to-be-a-cadaver body. After her eyes rolled back and lost her consciousness, her body dropped heavily on his. He once again felt her warm wetness all over his torso. Her body was spazming animalistically as life left her body into numbness. Her shakes reminded of him a female orgasm, but a violent and terrible one. It didn't stop him from reaching his nirvana. He groaned a few times on her dead shoulder, filled her insides with everything he had moments before, it took him long to be done.

He didn't want to wait too long otherwise he might've get serious or radical enough to quit his plan B. So while he was still in his tranquil position from falling down after his orgasm, he once again reached for the gun on the passenger seat. Placed the tip of it on his temple and pulled the trigger unhesitatingly.

Notes

So I miiiiiggghht add a chapter or two to this story if it gathers enough attention but I think any reader can solve the mysterious reason of this murder and suicide. Leave your guesses and let me know if you want to see a part two.