The Cure

A medical condition can hurt a girl in the most vulnerable place -- her confidence.
And hurting a girls confidence?
This girl isn't going to recover anytime soon.

Three years after being diagnosed with the unattractive, torturous tourettes, an impulsive action that must be done or the person gets wildly uncomfortable and stressed, Thalia is still searching desperately for something to reduce the impulse.
But it's harder than you think when the antidote is being calm - and in a world Thalia thinks is against her, she battles to keep her head above the waves of a storm she'd been expecting for so long: but an unexpected person changes all of that, and Thalia finds everything she's worked so hard to build up, to protect herself until she's cured, come crumbling down around her.
And then somebody tries to kill her.

Based on true medical issues.
Copyrighted2016
--Thisyoungauthour--

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13. The Failed Attack

 

Thalia ran her hands through his hair, and pulled his lips closer to hers. His hand fell to her jeans, and clutched tightly, making her groan slightly.

Her stress-ball was in her grip, from where it had been before Alec had appeared, and it was getting slippery with her fierce grip on it, the rubber catching the back of Alec's top (which now laid on the floor) when she had ran her hands up and down his back.

Her heart was pounding hard; and she had slowly come to the terms that Alec was helping her cure her tourettes. She didn't need the stress-ball as much: the whole touching people thing - it was getting better. The cracking the neck and vocal humming? She had a long way to go until they calmed, however ...

She dropped the stress-ball then, let it bounce off of the bed, across the room, and skid to a halt beside her cupboard; and Alex turned his head slightly to watch it go.

He grinned hard, and moved his mouth back over hers. She leant heavier into the bed as he settled back on top of her, and the passion began again.

His lips.
Her lips.

His tongue.

Her tongue.

His body.
Her body.

One beautiful blur of romance, passion and fear.

The pair continued like there was no tomorrow; Thalia kissing his jaw, running her hands up and down his bare chest; Alec moving his hands quickly, unbuttoning her top with ease that only practice could perfect, and throwing it to the floor, beside his own top.

Thalia's hands went to his jeans.

His trousers came off.

He was left in his underwear.

Alec's fingers explored her soft skin, running over the goosebumps on her back, moving over her smooth skin on her stomach, over the material of her trousers. And then he was tickling her.

The two were oblivious to the realisation that this had already happened.

And that the killer was at the window, watching, waiting for Thalia.

The two semi adults exploded into a fit of laughter, a tangle of semi-bare limbs, and shrieks of joy. Thalia let out another shrill cry; and twisted round to mount him.

He stopped when she pinned him down, grinning hard, breathing heavily through his nose, and eyes scanning the hottest girl he'd ever seen, sitting on his stomach, with her chest so close to being bare.

Her hair hung down loosely, tickling his face, and she giggled, tucking it behind her ear, pinning his hands above his head quickly afterwards.

Alec was stronger than her; he could've easily brushed her to aside; however, he didn't. He just laid there, still, waiting to see what she would do.

And she lowered her head and resulted to kissing his jaw gently.

She got a groan in response; and his body moved up, trying to press himself to her, but her jeans were thick, and she didn't get the same reaction he did. But the sound of his pleased grunts: it was too much.

She pressed further into his hands, trapping them above them, as she started to grind.

The feeling got both of them into a state; and Alec's head lolled to aside. Thalia's breathy moan made his strength shine through, and he escaped her grip, and hands pulled quickly at her trousers.

She gasped as he rolled her over, perched on top, and grinded, hard, trying to get a reaction from her.

And she did respond.

Loudly.

"Alec," She gasped, and his lips pressed hard against hers.

"Thalia," The sound of her name in his panting didn't help her; and she fell dizzy with excitement and lust. He kissed her harder; dropped his movements until they were slow, forceful, and Thalia cried out, gripping his shoulders tightly. His fingers dug deep into the sides of her waist, most likely leaving marks, and the younger girl's body arched up. He gritted his teeth hard, and lips rested upon the marks on her neck he'd left previously.

His hands slowly moved from her waist, and to her bare thighs. He stopped grinding.

She whimpered slightly as his lips kissed every inch of her face. Her eyes were shut, and her lips open in a silent 'o' shape. Her cheeks were flustered; and she looked perfect.

His fingers ran up and down the inside of her thighs, and she let out a tight moan; and hers legs wrapped around his.

"Alec," She purred, and his eyes sparkled at the sound of it.

"Yes, baby?"

"Your - your," Her hands fell down, and she tried to tug at the last of his clothes. "Pants."

He laughed, an excited and wild sound that was met with a breathtaking grin from her behalf, and he shook his head.

"I like to see beautiful things suffer," He purred back, and he continued to tease her. Her jaw set in place, and Alec saw the sounds she was trying to contain, suddenly. And he decided to try and help her with them.

He lifted his lips to her ear, and slowly let out a lengthy moan.

"Thalia, god you're so wet -"

"You're such a dickhead!" And she bit down hard on her lip, drawing blood. He started up grinding again, aiming himself to make sure every motion she felt, and loved.

She pried her eyes open, and her head slumped to aside as his lips moved onto her jaw: and her eyes caught sight of the man at the window.
She screamed.

And Alec pulled back roughly; his eyes snapped onto her.

"Oh, god. Thalia - I didn't mean to, I didn't know -" But she threw an outstretched hand towards the window, and hastily, Alec followed it.

And then he was at the window.

But the man was quicker, scaling down the steps with ease, and running off. Alec was just as quick, however. He was dressed in record time, and was at the door before Thalia could comprehend what was going on.

"Where are you going?" She yelled. "Alec!"

But he was gone, chasing after the man.

Thalia swore fluently, grabbed the duvet, and held it to her body, to avoid the neighbour's seeing her, as she scanned the road below. She spotted the man diving into the nearby alleyway,  Alec close on his heels.

And her heart broke.

Something could happen to Alec, and it would be all her fault ...

 

 

Thalia knew where to find the younger girl. 

The park.

And so another one of Flou's vision's came true.

Jogging down the road, Two Mann's Street, and into the park. She spotted Flou on the floor; and her heart sped up, but not as much as it should've. She was still quite drowsy from Alec's sudden departure. 

The first thing she did with the younger girl was that she checked if she was still breathing, and she was, and then pulled back, stroking the younger girl's hair out of her face, pulling her into her lap.

The younger girl opened her eyes, and when Thalia saw the tears building up, she struggled to contain her own emotions.

"He's gone, isn't he?" Flou's voice was quiet, distant; and Thalia nodded grimly. "He went after the man, didn't he? He's going to try and kill him ..."

"Does he?" After a thoughtful second, Flou shakes his head.

"He's mad." She whispers, and her eyes were glazed over, not with tears, Thalia realised subconsciously, but with her vision. "He's mad that he let the man escape. He's gets into a fight with some FRAT boys. They stab him -" Thalia gasped, horrified.

"What?!?!"

"He's okay though. He's in hospital: they're looking after him. Everything's okay!"

"Everything's not okay! He gets stabbed!"

His sister blinks, and comes back to reality, ashamed.
"The alternative is we try and stop him, and I get killed, and you get stabbed ..." Thalia swore, and put her hands in her head.

What does she do?

Wait until her boyfriend comes close to death?

Or get his little sister murdered, and wait until she comes close to death herself?

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