Brwn Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Brown eyes that was all he could see!

Submitted: April 04, 2011

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He blinked, the sting on his cheek burned. Brown eyes, angry, bitter looking eyes, stared at him. He didn’t bother to stay, what good what that do? His sister would mostly like confuse him with his brother in her drunken state—Savannah, sweet baby Savannah, and Jorge, when did he get so big?—would most likely have to drag their mother out of church, embarrassed at her intoxicated bawls. His mother won’t even speak to him; too shocked at what happened and Steph…there were no words for his twin’s wife.
He didn’t look at her as he pushed through the thick crowd of people by the door, some watched him, blaming, and others gave him pity stares. He didn’t need their sympathy—he didn’t deserve it!—he didn’t need them to blame him—he did it enough as it was. He wanted to just die, to wither and die, but there was no point, not after everything he went through just to come back, to come back for him
He didn’t get very far not with Renee popping gum. Brown eyes stared at him as he made it outside, the cool spring breeze felt dreamy on his hot cheek. She didn’t look sad, didn’t look angry—her eyes nor her face showed any negative emotion. It made pissed him off because she looked fucking happy! Happy can you believe that?! The stupid whore had a smile on her face and her eyes were as bright as ever.
“What you so fucking happy about?” Brown eyes stared at him unfazed, a happy grin on a set of well developed lips. Her tongue poked out as her pink bubble gum went POP!
“What ya so fuckin’ angry ‘bout?” Renee leaned against the railing, looking over her shoulder to the crowed by the door watching them watch them. Pop. “Hey, ya wanna get outta here?”
He blinked at her. Renee was his cousin…on his cousin’s side, but he had always had a sweet?—spot of her. She wasn’t ugly in fact she was a pretty, pretty. Her hair, usually short, curled down her shoulders and her eyes were always wide with some short of happy emotion. There on her face was a smile, never did that smile turn into a frown. Renee was dressed in a simple black skirt and white blouse…white at a funeral? What was she thinking? She was bare footed at the moment, her heels in her hands…she looked normal. That was what he liked about her, she was always normal and she usually did it just for him.
Pop. “So?” Pop. Renee was leaning against the railing, grinning at him, still popping that gum, “What ya say Stevy?”
He nodded; he could use the stress reliever, “Sure why the hell not?” Pop. Her smiled turned into a grin when he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close to him as he threw his jacket over his shoulder. Renee’s little Whoop!—made him smile, the first in months. He could feel the glares of anger and disgust on his back—he didn’t give a shit.
It didn’t take long for them to reach his mother’s home, twenty minutes at most, and he didn’t waste any time either. He kicked open the door, his mind went blank. Hands gripping thighs, soft, sweet, mouth watering moans. Lips, everywhere, tongues what more can be said. It was fast and it was good. It took his mind far, far away.


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