[RA] Solo Run

"Wow, that's amazing, you always know the most interesting people!" Minnie smirks. Scarlet is holding back a smile while Elise looks away awkwardly. No one going to be on my side?

Fine.

I'm done.

Fuck all of you.

I gulp down the last of my wine, before leaving the situation, and the house. I grab my coat as I go and dial in Trish's number. "Change of plans, I need you to pick me up around the corner." I order. I'm not sticking around for Mum to complain about me leaving again. The car arrives and I jump in, immediately heading towards town.

"That bad, huh?" Trish asks, as we make our escape.

"Jasper and Mum acting like the perfect pride parents, sure, that's fine, Minnie? Annoying as fuck, but whatever. What I can't deal with is that Scarlet's acting like everything's fine. Like her keeping all this stuff from me is okay. Fucking... 'No more solo runs' my arse." I rant. I mean, not even a text? 'Jasper found out,' 'I'm thinking of telling Mum,' anything, and it's not like Elise ever speaks to me, I'm shut out.

"I mean, you haven't told her about our deal." Trish argues. That's not relevant.

"It's not her business." I state bluntly. "But this is family, coming out is a big deal, I'd have been there if she'd asked." I continue. She must've been so scared, all alone, I could have helped.

Trish is quiet for a moment until she comes to a conclusion. "Maybe that's why she didn't, some things you've got to do yourself." She thinks aloud. "You're individuals, even if your friends, even if your sisters, you're people first." Thanks Trish, I'd forgotten I was a person. Super helpful.

"I know... It's just for a couple of days we were so close, she came to me for everything, I don't want to go back." I admit. I used to pray that she'd come to me about the others, that she's put enough faith in me to help. It's not like I came up with the video plan overnight, I spent weeks thinking that through, who to give it to, what to say. But it never came.

We park up and Trish turns off the engine before answering. "Look, I can't pretend to know what it's like being a twin... But have you considered being the one to extend the olive branch?" She asks. I can't just go up to her and say 'hey, tell me problems I can fix,' it's just ****. "That being said, if you decide you have to do everything together, I will have sex with both of you, it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." She jokes.

Bitch. Making me laugh right now.

"The obvious creepiness of that aside, pretty sure she's got a girlfriend, if we call it a day your only other option is my mother, so good luck with that." I smirk.

"ooh, don't tempt me, she's kind of a low-key fox. Plus, then I could be your stepmother!" She grins.

"That's disgusting." I state, trying to hold back my laughter. We exit the car and Trish leads me into the bar. It's crowded, but I spot a couple of empty seats. "You grab the drinks, I'll find a place to sit." I command, taking up position in the corner. I check my phone, no new messages, guess everyone's used to my sudden exits. Or they're so focused on showing how supportive they are to the lesbian cause that they didn't notice I'd gone.

"The bartender was cute, Hell of an accent." Trish declares as she returns with drinks. "Apparently there's a band on tonight, could be your speed." She adds. Damn, I didn't realise how much I need a drink tonight.

"Aren't you driving?" I ask, taking a sip of my vodka.

Trish finishes savouring her whisky before responding. "Just here, we're not too far from Honey's, I'll crash in the den, wake up in time for work tomorrow." She explains. "Your taxi's on me, seeing as I've stranded you." She adds. Fucking better be, I don't intend on being in any fit state to walk home.

"So... You scope out any victims?" I ask, looking around at the collection of people.

"You make it sound like I'm gonna suck their blood." Trish laughs. "Hmm... Not really, whoever I bang next has to take after you, so, hard act to follow." She explains. Yeah, flattery, always works on me.

"To be clear, you can sleep around, I don't care." I state. "Short of one of us getting into a committed relationship, we're cool." I clarify. Honestly, it'd be kind of helpful if she banged someone else, I'd feel less weird about doing it myself.

Trish nods along. "I know, trust me, I'm not turning down a hottie if they ask, just... Not a lot of people that stand out. Or rather, too many. Really, I'm just afraid of starting an orgy in the bar." She chuckles.

I'm finally relaxing, we chat shit about who's the best looking in the bar, have another drink each, it's nice. Too nice.

"I recognise that hair." Screeches a voice from near the bar, just loud enough to draw my attention

Wait a fucking minute.

No fucking way.

"Why are they here? Did you tell them where we were going?" I ask frantically, as Scarlet and Elise cozy up with the loud girl.

Trish's face is equally stunned. "What? No, I said I was working." She mumbles.

We need to get out of here, partly because finding ourselves all in the same bar is fucking weird, and partly because I just don't want to see my sister right now. "Let's head for the door." I decide, putting on my coat. We keep our heads down and make a sharp exit, avoiding the area around them. We're soon outside, now se just need to-

Thud.

I've walked into someone in my panic. Some baldy with a shitty goatee. Great. Fucking messed up my hair. I don't have time for this. "Watch where you're going." I bark, marching around him and his group.

"Sorry about that." I hear Trish's voice sing as she follows me. Damn it, don't apologise, it makes me look unreasonable. We rush around the corner until we're out of the eyeline of the bar. "What were the odds?" She asks in disbelief.

Infinitesimal. But the universe wants to remind me how much I'm alone, throwing my newly-independent sister in my face seems suitable.

Trish uses her mind reading again. "We can go back in, you know. Say hello, we can all hang out, you and Scarlet can catch up..." She offers. No we can't. I can't.

"Let's go to the den." I request, not meeting Trish's gaze, but I know what her face is saying. I can't listen to it right now. We make our way through the streets until we're back in our little place. Feels like I basically live here now. How fucked is that?

"Rouge, it's not gonna help if you just run from your problems." Trish starts as I sit down. That's the thing, it's not my problem, it's everyone else's. "You don't care about anyone's opinion most of the time, so why are you so afraid of people finding out about us?" Oh, for fuck's sake.

"There isn't an us, Trish. you're just an orgasm machine with a pulse to me." I spit. What, she sticks some silicone in my arse and now we're soulmates? Fuck that.

Trish's face cringes with visible frustration. "First off, I'm your friend with benefits, that's all I meant and you know it, wouldn't kill you to remember the friend bit." She growls. "Second, I think then you'd have to be the one to confide in others, and you refuse, you know for a fact Elise and Scarlet wouldn't judge us, just for a bit of fun." Fuck, remember when this was fun? Feels like a while ago.

"Whatever, you gonna bang me or not?" I ask facetiously. Trish just crosses her arms and glares at me. "Look, you don't get it, I've just tried to help people and they treat me like the enemy. I'm not suffering it anymore."

"Oh, fucking boohoo, Rouge!" Trish bursts out.

"It's self-pity. You're so scared of not being seen as perfect that you shut everyone out, then get pissed when they don't come back for more. I'm really sorry that Scarlet's coming out was so hard for you, but what exactly were you doing while she did? Oh, that's right, me! Which you refused to tell her about, because that's how it works for you. Everyone puts their trust in you but it's a one way street. I'm your friend, I care about you, I know more than almost anyone else, and even now, you're trying to get rid of me too. Have you even stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, in order to be a part of people's lives you have to let them be part of yours?"

We're both silent for a moment.

"You been holding that in for a while?" I ask.

"I'm just saying what you've known for years." She answers.

"Oh. Good." I respond. "In that case, let's do you too, share the pleasure. You've had the chance to tell anyone you wanted to at any point, but you didn't, because you care more about my cunt than you do about your friends. That's why Scarlet and Elise leave you out as much as they do me, that's why Jenny isn't rushing for your forgiveness, because all you ever give a shit about is what suits you. So you act like the eternal BFF so people will indulge you with their trust, and their friendship, and, preferably, sex. When the chips are down, you go with whatever option gets you the most pleasure, you're not loyal, you're not a confidant, you're a sycophant."

The silence returns. It feels longer this time. I don't think either of us know what to say at this point.

"Yeah..." Trish finally mutters. "I like how people trusting me feels, and it feels bad when I trust someone and they hurt me, but I'd rather that than pretend I'm the victim of some conspiracy." She answers.

I'm not talking about conspiracy, see, this is why I don't just let people in, they're so fucking stupid. "Good for you." I reply, before walking to the door and opening it. "Let me know how it works out for you." I conclude, exiting the den.

*

The sun's coming up. I spent the night wandering around, but I know it's time to go home. Trish was talking shit, she doesn't know a thing about me... So why can't I stop thinking about what she said? I just keep walking, replaying her words. I trusted Scarlet with knowing about Gabriel... After she'd already caught me. I trusted Elise to look after my sister... After she'd already been doing it. I trusted Trish with basically everything... Then abandoned her with it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

FUCK.

I don't know. Is that good enough? I don't know what's wrong with me. Someone had to be strong and it wasn't going to be Scarlet. I put myself aside, I did everything for everyone else. Isn't that good? Shouldn't that make me a good person? So I didn't exactly invest myself emotionally, isn't it my actions that matter? Maybe I didn't put myself at risk, but why should I? It's a stupid thing to do, there's no benefit in it, why take the chance?

I open the front door and enter my house, my mind still spinning from questions. I'm not tired, oddly, I just want to sit in the dark.

"Ooh, did someone stay out all night?" Scarlet's voice chills my blood. She's... Cheery. Like she has no idea... Which she doesn't... Because I can't tell her. "Go on, who was the lucky guy?"

It's a girl. It's Trish. We've been having sex. It's not a relationship, just some fun.

"Oh, which one? The orgy got a little out of hand, must've been 300? Maybe 400 dicks I sucked, who remembers? That good enough?" I answer instead. Fucking damn it. Why can't I do it? Scarlet came out as a lesbian and I can't even talk about my fuck buddy? I give up and make my way up the stairs.

"Fine, tell me when you're ready." Her voice answers.

When the fuck will I be ready?

I open my door and see a silhouette in the dark room, sitting on my bed. Figures. I enter and shut the door. "You always did make yourself at home in here." I acknowledge weakly.

"I got worried, so I came here to check on you... Might have let myself in." Trish admits, she looks as broken as me right now.

Silence returns. Fun. I missed the silence.

"You come to apologise?" I ask.

"Nah, I think both of us had a bit of truth, underneath the anger." She replies.

Yeah. Apologies wouldn't do much either way, when we know what both of us said is right.

"I couldn't tell Scarlet... Not didn't want to, I... Physically couldn't." I confide as I take a seat next to her. "I had no problem talking about all that stuff at the party, and that was way more graphic, why can't I tell her about sleeping with you?" What's the limit on my brain anyway? Bisexual threesomes are fine, but sleeping with a friend is too much?

"It's because you're protecting yourself from judgement, not embarrassment. You're worried she'll think less of you for not sticking to the 'straight' mould. Think about it, if you had anal sex with a random guy, would you care about telling her?" She asks. Probably not. I'd probably brag about it. "But I'm a girl, and I'm your friend, so that makes it personal. Suddenly you're having to admit something that you feel about yourself, something real."

Still not a fan of the mind-reading.

"Do you think she'll think I'm insulting her? Like, trying on her life for size?" My mouth asks without orders. I do worry about it though, like she thinks I'm copying her to get attention or something.

"I'm pretty sure she knows that's not how it works." Trish grins. "Besides, maybe you can give her tips."

I stifle my laughter at the thought.

A knock at the door leads me to cover it with a cough. "Rouge, are you okay dear?" My mother's voice echoes through the door.

"Fine, Mum, just changing." I lie, waiting to hear her footsteps leading away from the door. "Shit, that'd have been awkward to explain." I sigh.

"True, it'd be more awkward if I were topless." Trish states provokingly... Before removing her t-shirt. Well, glad to see our argument hasn't dissuaded her, as she unhooks her bra. She smirks at me with a knowing wisdom. I won't lie... I could go for a fucking right now. It's been a long night.

"Alright fine, but we need to keep it down." I accept her proposition, throwing my leg around her waist. "Congratulations, you'll be the first to fuck me in my own bed." I let her know, before burying my face into her neck. Trish pulls up the hem of my dress, until I let it slide over my head, leaving me in my underwear. "I want to lick you until you come on my bed." I whisper.

Trish seems to like this idea, as she unzips her jeans while I dismount her and kneel in front of her. I grab the top of her pink knickers and pull them down. There's a familiar site. Honestly, the rush of seeing another girl's cunt hasn't lost it's shine yet. Still feels naughty... Like I'm breaking the rules. I bite the inside of her thigh, before delivering a kiss to the lips of her pussy.

It's clear she could do with the relief as well, as her body shudders to my touch, I lean in and begin inching my tongue further and further inside, the taste is still distinctive, I don't love it, but it's worth powering through. Her thighs trap my head and all I can do now is eat her out. Like the slut I am. Fuck, her dirty talk just worms its way into my head.

The grip of her legs loosens as I feel her tap me repeatedly on the head, followed by the sound of a scream. I stop my **** and look to her face which is fixed on the door. I turn just in time to see it slam shut.

"Scarlet." Is the only word from Trish's terrified face.

Scarlet?

Scarlet!

Oh.

Fuck.