The Vibrator

ELENA'S POV;

If Antonio heard me right now, I was certain he'd burst into the room to check what was going on. My mouth was agape as I felt the vibrating sensation along with the moans of the porn that was still playing. My hand was on the vibrator causing me to bite my lips, I didn't want anyone to hear my moans, so I placed a hand on my lips instead, my eyes rolling behind my head. This was all Antonio's fault.

"Antonio." I paused as the girl from the video mentioned his name. "Antonio, rip my fucking pussy."

"You have got to be kidding me!" I groaned. But didn't stop as I imagined it was Antonio holding the vibrator as he fingered me. My back instinctively arched. "Oh. Fuck." I moaned as I remembered the way he whispered dirty words into my ear. "Antonio." My face was scrunched up in pleasure. Even though the vibrator was nothing compared to his size. I felt my climax building up and soon I was cumming hard, breathing heavily, I laid back down, staring at the ceiling.

I got down from the bed to go take a shower. When I was done, I walked out, naked. I wanted to feel the breeze on my body, and just in case Antonio walked in, he'd be seeing me this way. After applying all that I needed to apply on my skin, I settled for another see-through. Don't know why I loved it so much. I took the diary right after and began to read.

****You know that feeling you get when you know a part of you is gone, when you can't do without the one you so much love, when you can't accept the fact that they're gone when you wish you could feel, see, and hold them again.

Not even the breeze could dry my tears, they kept rolling, and falling, till they dropped on the green grasses. My head hung low, eyes watery whilst the view of my black gown was blurred. I couldn't listen to all that the priest was saying, all I did was stare at Brianne's grave, her picture beamed with so much life at me, and I wished she never had to leave.

Watching as her family placed beautiful flowers on her grave, her mother was seated beside it as she clutched it sobbing uncontrollably with Jacob's consoling hands on her shoulders. I could see the pain in his eyes, he didn't hide them at all. While my parents stood, my dad's hand on my mother's waist, as they watched everything with saddened faces.

Brianne was the only daughter of her parents. Her brothers, I've never met, neither have I set my eyes on them. Brianne had explained to me that her brothers never lived by the rules. They stayed away from their parents, cutting all connection. As a result, Brianne and her parents were unable to hear from her brothers, unknown till today, where they were at. Now, Brianne was gone, the only daughter of her parents.

I was grateful some students of Brixton could come along, the whole school knew of this news. Natasha and her friends Naomi and Sissy came, Elisabeth, Ruth, Joyce, Kingsley, Jamieson, Kaleb and most surprisingly Aiden, Dace and Ray were here too. What actually shocked me was that Jonathan wasn't present here, nowhere to be seen. I sighed. Why today though? Why did he choose today to be absent of all days? But then I believed he was in so much grief and I understood that. He really liked Brianne before she died.

Aiden tucked his hands into his jacket while leaning on his feet as he bit his lips, Dace pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at Brianne's grave, moving slightly back and forth. And Leo, his blonde hair was a bit messy, he was dressed classically as usual, but this time without a coat. He was wearing all black. I sighed because I could see the pain in his eyes as well. His jaw was quite hard. I have no idea if he and Brianne had ever had a chance to speak like real friends, but I sure knew he liked Brianne because of me.

I knelt in front of Anne's grave and stared without doing anything. I didn't care about whose eyes were on me, my hands were clutched as I glanced down at them. Others went to Jacob and Bella to console them before they left, while my schoolmates came over to me before leaving one by one.

Anne's mother was supported by her father as she rose, sluggishly walking past me who kept kneeling, before I felt a hand on my shoulder from behind. I didn't look back, but I knew that hand was for my dad, and when they left I didn't. I stayed, still looking at Anne beaming at me. My memories kept flashing back to the days when she stayed by my side and loved me so daringly. I wish I knew her killer, I wished I knew who it was that would have done such a wicked thing to her. I would kill that person with my bare hands because he took the one person that was a family to me. Anne was my best friend and sister. I hated myself for not being able to protect her.

I hated myself so much. I blamed myself for focusing so much on my own feelings I forgot about hers. I hated myself for allowing such a thing to slide when I had the opportunity to tell a person that she was in danger. I hated myself because all these could have been avoided but I never listened to my guts. I hated myself so much at the moment because I felt helpless and couldn't defend her. I couldn't avenge her death...what did I know? What authority did I have? None. But if I laid my eyes on that man, I wouldn't ever hesitate to rip him apart. He would know what it meant to die a very slow death, he'd be the first person I'd kill in this lifetime.****

I really didn't even

know what to say at this point.