3 ⅱ

It's been nearly a year and Carson is nearly 15 since Carson and Jessie nearly 17 started to talk more.

They would sneak out at night to see each other. They would place notes in secret places for the other to read.

They gotten closer.

Closer then what society in the small conservative town deems appropriate. They stare in a judgemental way when they hug for to long. They start to say things when they see the two teens holding hands walking down the streets.

"Stop staring its creeping me out" the goddess of pleasure smirked at the 14 year old girl with the shared cigarette in her hand.

They were both in Carson's room. The paint on the white walls were chipping slowly from the years with a single bed pushed into the corner and a cheap mirror with Christmas lights around she bought from the corner store down the street in a sorry excuse of an attempt at trying to be aesthetically appealing.

Hedone or Jessie continues to admire the girl before her. Soft curly brown hair brushed her light skin of her back. her eye lids closed hiding her honey brown eyes from the world and bathing in the warm sun.

"How can I not? Your too beautiful that I cannot take my eyes off the sight of you" the older stated the fact. But in all reality Carson Anthony was just average girl. The only difference is that her body started developing early so now she looks like a short 15 year old girl.

"Your being weird" the brunette rolled her brown eyes at the white haired teen in front of her taking the cigarette from her grasp taking a drag from it.

"It's true" Hedon reply's to the girl she fell for in the short amount of time she known her.

They soon hear the car of Carson's mother pull into the driveway.

Jessie was quick for another peck on the cheek and snuck threw the younger girls window.

Carson smiles at the thought of her before realising her mother will probably burst through the door and the room still smells like Jessie and cigarettes.

She started to spray the room with the perfume that she got from the corner store with the lights trying to mask the smell.

There was a knock at the door scaring her making her smash the glass bottle causing the shards of glass to cut her legs. The pain was worse because of the alcohol and essential oils in the once glass bottle now mixing in with the glass when it pierced her skin.

"You ok Carson?" Her mother asked poking her head in to see blood running down her tan legs. "Oh shit. Ok you sit down and I'll be back in a second" she mumbled going to get some bandages.

She eventually came back with a damp towel and bandaids kneeling infont of her daughter.

It was a few weeks later. Carson was at school and her brother Theo was sick so her mother Lucy took the day off to take care of the 11 year old boy.

Theo got bored laying around all day. All he could do is read. He wanted to watch a movie. So he walked out to get his older sisters laptop knowing she downloaded shrek earlier in the week as well as her password.

He opened the old laptop to see 5 of what he assumed was love notes due to the hearts drawn on the lined textbook paper on the keyboard.

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"Hey mum I'm not staying long I gotta meet Miles" Carson yelled to her as she walks down the hallway towards her room to be stoped by her dad. "Hey dad. Thought you get off work in 30 minutes" she smiled at him.

"Your mother and I need to talk to you"

"Does it have to be now? I gotta meet Miles in like ten minutes" she checked the clock on the wall behind him.

"Sorry but it has to be now" they went to the lounge room her mum staring blankly at one of the papers.

The young girls heart stoped and her blood ran cold at the sight. Her mother was reading the love letter Jessie had given her the day before.

Carson's father placed the lined paper gently in her hands his face emotionless.

"Read it" Her mother demands her voice stern while her dad says nothing.

Tears leaked out of the young girls eyes as she read in a shaky voice.

" I would remind you

...of our wonderful times.

For by my side you put on

many wreaths of roses

and garlands of flowers

around your soft neck.

And with precious and royal perfume

you anointed yourself.

On soft beds you satisfied your passion.

And there was no dance,

no holy place

from which we were absent." She wept as the word leave her mouth the shame she felt for her family. She knew she disappointed them.

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𝑨/𝑵:

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝑺𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒖𝒃𝒏𝒖𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.