Wedding Theme Sayings

Jack found it hard to get out of bed. The last night she was still feeling in her legs. It hurt. The beverages had been too hard and too much for them. Jack could only remember a few moments the day before. As it over the dirty toilet of the "Hell's Kitchen bar hung. Or, as they the taxi driver could not pay and then he wanted to give himself satisfied with produce. She threw up right on his exposed, erect penis. Then she ran away, as far as their legs they wore. Now she was sitting up in bed and realized that she still wore her clothes stained from the previous day. With trembling hands she felt the ground from next to her bed until she felt the half-crushed butts box between her fingers. She pulled a Camel from the pack and lit it.
your lungs expands and the toxic smoke filled her until she got the feeling someone had strapped a belt around her chest. Tears sprang to their eyes and they coughed. Only Jack now noticed the mucus in her throat, she complained of breathing. Threw them out, directly to their white sheets. Again she felt with her trembling hands around in front of her bed until she found one again. Jack felt run down the cold carbonated water, poor her esophagus. The water soothed her sore throat. The cough got off of her, until he finally disappeared.
Jack was moving slowly towards the toilet with one hand for support always on the wall. Her gait was unsteady, reeling in pain and her head threatened to burst. The bathroom door was still open, there was a light and a small radio playing softly to himself. Only now they remembered their night Trip to the toilet and she suspected the worst. The smell of vomit in the bathroom distributed, got it right in the nose. The vomit was spread out carelessly on the toilet seat and the bowl floated the semi-digested food particles. Jack went back a disgusted and apathetic step. She opened the white studded belt of blue jeans. With one hand she touched the tight pants of his legs and climbed out with the aid of their feet from the clothes. Then she took off her tight top. Jack had to discover to their amazement that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were stiff and her body was covered with goose bumps. She was cold. She set the hot water in her shower and took off her red panties.
was motionless and with closed eyes Jack the hot water to flow down her body. Her arms she pressed to her slender body, she heard her muffled breathing. A frisson became stronger, and her nipples were firm in spite of the hot water it was still cold. Jack was shaking all over, her teeth were chattering. On her lips, she tasted the salty tears. Happy they would now be collapsed, dropped to her knees and cried for her mother. But her mother had not come. The small apartment was empty. No one would come, no matter to whom they would call. It did not matter, Jack was too weak to be a loud Sound pass from him. She was alone.
"My little one, how fast you're grown up. Sometimes I think it is only yesterday, when I was screaming in my arms. And now you have become a proper young lady. Happy Birthday little one. "Jack's mother, Doris, ran a small tear on the cheek.
"Mama?" Jack opened her eyes, she saw everything blurry.
"You are now sixteen, and what young women get when they are sixteen?" Doris was a small parcel in her hands.
"A car?" I heard Jack say softly, the shower water in her eyes still clouded her eyes.
"Dir appreciate this one, now hurry up, it waits in the garage for you. "
Jack stood motionless in the shower but she felt her legs would carry her. The cold increased, her lips were blue and her mouth was dry. Her body ached, a thousand pinpricks tore at him.
"And here he is, your own red Mustang!" Doris was the enthusiasm and joy for her daughter wrote in her eyes. The floor in the garage was freezing, the water from the shower ran on to Jack's body along. Her breathing quickened.
"Well, what do you say now? Is this a convertible? "
" Mama, I'm cold. I'm afraid. Help me please trembled. "Jack all over. Her mother would have noticed it, and her mother had concluded in her arms. She would have stroked her cold, wet hair, and she had the tears dried. But her mother saw her daughter beamed and enchanted at all. She had never seen her happier. Long they had worked on the car. Usually after working in the bar Then they went to John in the shop and tinkering on the Mustang. Nearly four years had used them. Many nocturnal hours, which could not be with her daughter and how much she had betrayed her where she was. This moment repressed everything. She was just happy and exhausted.
Jack noticed the heat that spread to her legs and feet. Instantly she looked down at himself. The smell of urine returned it. Jack took apart her legs and ran it on. Then, in the soap and washed her vagina with it. The nausea expressed difficulty about themselves, their physical condition and the loneliness of her heart. It barely beat. The courage she had left.

Jack had cleaned the bathroom and sat in the kitchen and drank coffee. She had just tied her robe and a towel thrown over her head. They had two hours before they had to work. Work, which meant what is it already? Distraction. It was only a temporary job in a small bar Like its mother.
"Come on, learning at last. Or will you end up like your mother? Look at me, you really want to be? "Doris sat opposite her. Jack's eyes were now no longer hindered by the water. She saw them clearly. For fear of leaving the coffee cup fall to the ground. The impact ripped it back. Doris was no longer sitting on the chair.
your fingers trembled as she re-lit a Camel. The flame dazzled.
"What's up Jackie? Are you feeling all right? But please speak with me. Do you have problems in school or for a boy? "she heard her mother ask again.
Jack wanted was gone, she dropped her cigarette, she quickly rose from her chair. With her right foot she was on her robe, are the first time he opened, then he tore it down. With her left hand she tried to catch, they landed in the shards. The hot coffee mingled with her bright blood.
"Leave me alone, go! I'm sorry, but I'm so sorry. "Jack burst into tears. Half Naked she lay on the floor of her kitchen, the walls they seemed to crush. She had an oppressive feeling. Someone held her, and she could not wrest from the grip sch. Her hand was burning, a fragment had drilled nearly through their entire palm.
crept slowly up the phone in the hallway.
"Bill, come here, I need material quickly and bring a first aid kit."
Bill was Jack's first boyfriend until he impregnated her best friend Kate. Kate's parents urged the two was then to marriage and Jack alone. However, they had kept in close contact with him. Bill was also brought a jacket with the drug in contact. In the first joint celebration was only smoke weed and Jack had just damn too afraid her mother would find out. With eye drops and a lot of deodorant spray, she tried to deceive her mother.
Bill had a key, it took Jack by the phone lying.
He threw it over his shoulders and carried her to her bedroom. Jack was not particularly difficult, and Bill had no problems, he threw it on her bed.
Jack came loose a loud scream, as Bill her the high-proof whiskey poured over the hand.
"Hey, that was just the beginning, my little one."
"To hell with you, Bill, you do not commit so ... .." Jack could not finish the sentence, Bill pulled the shard from her hand, she cried now twice as loud.
"You fucking son of a bitch!"
"Do not act in such a way so sad can not do it. I once had a bullet in the chest, you know after all. Have I whined as this? No, and you know why? I am a man and now is a moment for a man "
" What are you doing, Bill? A Aufmunterungstechnik from the morning program on HBO? "
" No, my father said always to me. "
" Well, Bill, then you've probably disappoint your father, because to a man you missing a lot. "
" The saying you again, if I just take it from behind. "
" Shut your mouth and make me prefer a clean bandage on my hand. "
Jack noticed how Bill's hand went between her legs, it was an uncomfortable feeling.
"Curb, Bill. Take your dirty fingers ... " Jack swallowed the last words, as Bill penetrated with his index and middle finger into her vagina. He went from not very affectionate, Jack was in pain, but she remained calm.
Bill shoved his other hand with the bathrobe of Jack's bosom. He fumbled around like their nipples, it excites him.
"Stop it, Bill, please."
Bill pulled his hands back. He taught at Jack and exposed her arm.
"Well here we go."
He pulled his belt from his pants and tied it around her bare arm. The scarred needle stitches were not to be overlooked. Jack took a small vial from his pocket, plus an empty syringe.
"What's that?"
"something which will help you immediately."
"Bill, I want to know the same to me injected into my body." She said. But actually it was Jack no matter what they got right in their bloodstream, the main thing was, it would help her. It would make them forget all the terrible things. The demons would depart from her, she would fade and then disappear altogether. Illusion. Jack knew it. Jack it hurt and she could not protect themselves against it. All too often they had tried to make something of their lives, something socially respected. But such a life she was not granted.
"A little LSD, DMT, and a little more vitamins. That will please you. Have you still a customer? "
" What's yours? Are you my pimp ... "Jack let the rest of the words fall silent, they looked better on the needle plunged straight into her skin. Bill pulled the trigger and shot the drug cocktail in Jack's body. It spread and spread his fabrics, she infected her nerves, her muscles. She still lay quietly in her bed. The calm before the storm.


Bill expressed itself repeatedly in Jack. He groaned, Jack was quiet. Her body quivered, she could not control it. The legs seemed to want to run far away from here. Way out of this dirty situation. She felt his penis in itself. It pulsates, it was tight. His sweat dripped from his forehead to hers.
"It will please you, here, take it into his mouth." Bill had offered to her and she held his penis in her face and before she could know it, they had him and was fucked. Not a pretty
sex, no love, no romance, no faint whisper, and no tender kisses. Animal, dirty, short and painful sex. Jack did not like this situation. Bill felt like a free man. She did not Bill, she felt a stranger. Again he pushed deep into it. Then he took it out and turned to Jack. Again he led his penis into her vagina. Jack pressed her face into her sodden Pillow. She wanted to scream, but this bit into the pillow, breathing heavily. Only quiet they could hear the beat with each other their pos Bills buttocks. Then there was silence, and Jack was lost.