Carter felt like she was going to barf. A drink had turned into five. She rushed to the bathroom. Vomiting was not unusual for her. The unusual part was that someone was holding her hair back this time. Marky was there, rubbing her shoulders. She stood up, only to fall into Marky's arms. Marky pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Do you want to, um, you know..." "Have sex?" "Yeah." "I just puked." "I'm used to the taste. Believe me." Carter knew one thing now. Why not tell her the other. Or better yet, show her. Carter squinted, the light hurting her eyes, "Yeah." With clothes in the sink, vomit in the toilet, and a naked girl in the bathtub, Marky took a deep breath. Carter was smashed and about to get banged.
"Why did you lock the door? Carter isn't going to walk in on us or anything." Alice asked. "Believe me, you'll want the door locked." He pinned Alice to the bed and slammed his lips against Alice's. Invading her mouth with his tongue, he clawed at Alice's batman shirt. The fabric ripped and Alice pushed Jax off of her. "Jax! That's my favorite shirt!" "Shut up!" He yelled, slapping Alice with great force. A tear ran down her face, "STOP!" Alice shouted, covering her bare chest with a pillow. "You tell anyone and I'll break your back. Now suck my dick before I slit your throat."
Carter blinked her eyes open. She was in the bathtub at Jax and Marky's apartment. There was a sticky note on her boob. It read, "Carter, thanks for last night. I have art class so I guess I'll see you later." She unlocked her phone. It was three in the afternoon. It felt like her thighs were on fire. She saw her bra sitting in the sink and it all came back to her. She and Marky had... they had... She and sweet innocent Marky had... and while she was drunk. So much for no sex until marriage. She bent over the toilet, everything she had ate the day before came out of her mouth. It felt good to be back to her old habits. Her hair was a mess so she started the shower. The bathroom was steamy as she climbed in, her thighs still on fire. Carter dried off with a towel. In search for a hair straightener, she came across a box in the bathroom drawer. Curiously, she opened it. It was filled with razor blades, most of which were caked with dried blood. She had just started puking again, why not have just one cut? Her hips were full of old scars but her thighs looked nice. They felt like they were filled with hot coals. As the blade sliced her burning skin, a trickle of blood dripped on the tile floor. Cutting was like doing drugs. An addiction. One you started you didn't want to stop. Carter dropped the blade back into Marky's box as soon as she was calm. You know how they say it takes 21 days to make a habit? It took Carter fourteen cuts to resurface an old one.
The song "Scream for my Ice Cream" by Blood on the Dance floor, sounded more like, "Scream because I'm shoving my dick down your throat and you can hardly breath" right about then. Alice's breasts hurt from being prodded and photographed last night. Jax didn't only slap her, he punched her, cut her, and kicked her. Alice wasn't sure where he was. Inspecting her body for any wounds that would be fatal, she found a signature. Surely enough, under her right breast, Jax was carved into her pale skin. She couldn't tell Carter about what Jax did, but she couldn't hide it from her well enough.