THE ROSE AND THE THORN

Chapter 21

It had been three days since Miss Rose had began staying with me. For the most part she had kept out of my way. Half of me was grateful that I didn't have to see her all the time because I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself, but the other half was annoyed that I didn't see her for those exact same reasons.

It was Friday afternoon and we were making our way home from soccer training. We had won our soccer match yesterday 4-2 and Miss Rose was really happy with us. At training I continued to wear as little clothing as I could get away with in order to show Miss Rose what she was missing out on.

As we were getting out of the car my phone began to ring. My mother was calling me from one of her 'business trips'.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi India, I was just calling to tell you that I won't be home for a while. I don't know how long. I've transferred $10,000 into your account. That should be enough to cover you until I'm home. Bye," she said before hanging up.

I sighed as I hung up, throwing my phone angrily into my backpack and storming up towards my house and leaving Miss Rose to trail behind me.

"India, are you okay?" she called after me.

"Yeah, just peachy!" I snapped, throwing my bag to the side and running up to my room.

I was so sick of my mum not being a mum. What she was doing was illegal but she had enough money to fool people into thinking she was still at home. Bills were taken directly out of her account and no one was any wiser. I desperately wanted to be loved by someone, by anyone. I was sick of being treated like I wasn't wanted.

"India?" Miss Rose called out after me.

"Can you just fuck off for five minutes?" I snapped through my door, and I heard her sigh and walk away.

I felt bad, knowing that all she wanted to do was help, but the only thing that could take my mind off what was happening right now was alcohol or sex, neither of which Miss Rose was willing to give me. I was still intent on getting into Miss Rose's pants but I knew it wouldn't be easy. The kiss we shared was nothing compared to what I wanted to do to her.

Just thinking about her made me extremely aroused and I was desperate to be with her, on top of her, under her, inside of her. I slammed my door open and stormed to the guest room she was staying in. She was sitting at the desk, looking like she was grading school work.

"India," she said, "are you okay?"

"No," I said, walking quickly towards her.

"Is there anything I can do?" she asked me.

I came to a stop right in front of her, grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the desk chair. She stood directly in front of me, standing only centimetres taller than me. I grabbed her hands once more and placed them on my breasts, looking firmly into her eyes.

"Touch me," I growled.

"India..." she sighed, but I didn't give her a chance to continue.

I pounced, grabbing her face and pulling it down to mine, kissing her roughly and desperately. She responded instantly, grasping at my breasts and biting on my lower lip. I pulled her backward with me and we tumbled down onto her bed, her hands roaming my body.

I pulled away from her for just a moment, our foreheads touching as I whispered.

"Don't stop this time," I begged, "Please."

She nodded and quickly reconnected our lips, flipping us so that she was underneath me and I was on top. I straddled her waist and began to grind my hips down onto hers. Her hands reached around as she grasped my ass firmly, squeezing it in her hands.

"You wear these just to tease me, don't you?" she hissed into my ear, her fingers moving underneath the waistband of my tight running shorts.

"Does it work?" I smirked, and she growled into my ear before sliding them down my legs and throwing them to the side.

"Such a fucking tease," she hissed, her lips attaching themselves to my neck.

I knew in my gut that she was a kinky person, but I didn't realise how rough she would be. I was so turned on by the way she was acting and I desperately craved more. I moaned loudly as her lips found their way to my collarbone, but instead of succumbing to her I instead pinned her hands above her, kissing my way down her body and down to the waistband of her pants.

"No!" she said loudly, pushing me off her and jumping quickly off the bed.

"Are you actually serious right now?" I groaned.

"You're upset, it's not right..." she said, her chest heaving heavily.

"I need this!" I exclaimed, but she shook her head.

"I can't do this, not now. It wouldn't be right," she said.

"None of this is right!" I yelled, "But I just need to feel..."

"I'm not going to take advantage of you while you're upset, India!" she yelled back at me. "I'm not going to stand here and pretend that I'm not attracted to you, because that's a lie, but I'm not doing this while you're upset."

I slumped down against the bed, sighing and putting my head in my hands.

"I just want someone to care," I said sadly, finally letting my true feelings emerge.

Ruby made her way over to me and sat down next to me.

"I care," she said simply, but I shook my head.

"No, you don't. No one does. My mum doesn't come home for months on end, my friends don't know what goes on inside my head and the only time I can feel something real is when I'm drunk and having sex," I admitted.

"Indi..." she said quietly, and my insides jolted at the use of the nickname.

"Save it. Sorry for bothering you," I said, standing up and picking up my pants from the floor. I stormed out of the room and went to my bedroom, lying down on my bed and crying myself to sleep.