Imperfect

Imperfect
Chapter 9 - Drug Mule
Jupiter POV

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“Hey babe, how is that purple mist coming along?” Christian shouted across to me.

“I told you it’ll be done, when it’s done. So why don’t you do something productive in your life, and shut up.”

I hear heavy footsteps getting louder as they get closer to the room I’m in. I sigh in exhaustion knowing what would be happening next. “Listen vegan bitch, shut your slut mouth or I’ll do it for you.” Christian comments back.

Up that’s my life. The same thing over and over again. I wake up, go to school, come back to a shithole, and make whatever they ask me to make. Sometimes I wish I was somewhere quiet and peaceful; or in the very least, somewhere far away from him.

“I can get done after 6, but right now I have to go to school.” I shove Christian out of my way, making my way towards the door when my arm was forcefully grabbed and launched to a wall. There lies Christian, keeping me placed against the wall with that creepy smile of his.

“You forgot your kiss, babe” He presses his lips against my open, biting my lower part asking for entrance in my mouth. In the heat of the moment, I allow him to do as he please. I wrap my arms around his back, feeling his hot muscles through his tank top. As he motions for more, I push him off me.

“That’s enough, you got your kiss. Can I go now?” He looks at me with a smirk, waving his hands to go. As I leave the house, going towards the direction to school, I can taste blood in my mouth realizing he had bit me during our little make out session. God damn, that asshole.

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It feels weird being here. This place always displays an aroma of cheap perfume and STDs.; Just one whiff of it would make it obvious that these student are nothing but horny monkeys with sex being the only thing in their minds.

There’s nothing good about school except for one place; the only place that actually makes me happy in my life. As I draw closer to the small garden, I am released from the disgusting smell only to be met with the sweet aroma that comes from the small piece of nature that is my hope. Everytime I come here, it the atmosphere is warm, almost like a mother’s warm embrace towards their newborn child. I smile in awe as I being to do my daily treatment so that the garden would survive one more day. In the midst of falling into total bliss, a screeching voice enters my hearing; one that could make a priest shudder. “Would you look at that, I see miss Mother Nature is taking care of her little friends.” I turn around to see the one and only grand skank of the school, Drew Tanaka, with a wicked grin on her face one that would make even the horniest of boys to go soft.

Ignore her Juniper. No matter what you say or do it won’t stop her. The best choice is to not even acknowledge her presence. She’ll soon leave you alone like everyone else. Against my better wishes, I listened to what my brain was say. It doesn’t matter if I told the bitch off or not; it’s not even worth the trouble.

“Come on you dirty slut. Didn’t your mommy ever teach you that it’s rude to ignore someone?” Shut up. “Oh wait I forgot, not even you slut of a mother want a bastard child like you.” The girls behind her start laughing along with her, their voices remind me of those furies in greek mythology. Shut up. Continuing to ignore her, Drew grabs my hair and pull it as hard as possible. I can’t help but to wince from the pain. As she continues to have my hair in her hand, she pulls my face towards her in a way to demonstrate dominance. “Listen here cunt, I’ll give you one more chance to say you’re sorry.” Drew’s eyes look at my with only darkness in them, not even the brightest of light could penetrate them. “Since you want to be a bitch some much, you might as act like it.” She throws towards the ground right next to her shoes. “Why don’t you be such a good female dog and like your master’s shoes clean while you grovel for forgiveness.” I freeze to prevent making any sudden movement. I don’t know if she was serious or not.

Catching up to my hesitation, Drew opens her mouth to say one phrase to show she is serious, “I said lick it.” My eyes widen from that single phrase, but I’m not only one shocked from her words. Even her possy was mixed with fear, disgust, and anticipation on what would happen next. As I draw closer to her shoes with tears forming in my eye, I could not help but hear snickering in the background.

I pull my tongue out and meet with complete disgust. With just one touch, I felt like I want vomit everything that was in my body. With just one touch, I wished for God to erase my existence.

“Heh, what a nice drug mule you are. Be glad you have a benevolent master. Now go back to making your pot plants”

And with that, she was gone. Leaving me to my garden that has been disgraced. It’s beauty is not more. The only thing that is left is a scent of disgust.

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