It has been several minutes since I called out:
“Ali you fucking concubine whore! You’ll pay for this you insane bitch!”
Since then I’ve been contemplating the insanity of what I and Ali have brought upon each other. Hurling each other’s naked bodies into the middle of an overgrown rose bush is an experience I never care to repeat. Despite the obvious and intense pain of what feels like a thousand thorns slicing into my body, I lay in silence and I don’t dare move. However despite my situation I note the silence coming from you and deduce that your situation is the same as mine. Many more minutes pass until finally I hear you screech a blood curdling scream:
“Kate you stupid IMP WHORE!! I'll RUIN you for this no matter what!"
That was what I needed, on hearing your words I knew I had to fight on. I call upon every ounce of strength I have; as I gingerly and carefully move my body. I turn to face you, to fight you. I close my eyes as the danger is far to real, I rely on my other senses to find you. As you no doubt rely on yours to find me. We eventually grab each other by what remains of our hair and we pull. As we pull we move our bodies together, it’s at that moment Bella calls out:
“Oh my fucking god! Are those two bitches really going to catball in the middle of that briar patch?”
So shocked is Bella she takes a swig from Erin’s gin bottle which is unusual for Bella, as she hates gin. Naturally her boldness is rewarded by a slap to the back of her head from Erin who herself is transfixed on the sight in front of her.
I lose track of time and I have no idea how long me and Ali pull on each other’s hair, however in between the weeping and thunder. Both of us rip out more tufts of each other’s hair…until at last we reach for each other’s scalp and find nothing of substance we can pull on. The emotional shock of this moment rocks us both and we both rage and viciously and recklessly rake our nails across each other’s faces.
But then just as suddenly we both stop and we just sob, as our hands reach out and we gingerly inch our bodies even closer together. However even in this moment we both attack. I feel your hand slap my ass and as you open me up, the thorns find a new target and new ways to torture me. The pain was incredible, I want to scream yet fear is keeping my silent. Meanwhile I find the comfort of your right shoulder which I immediately sink my teeth into as I finally complete our catball and scissor us together, a movement which your instinctively mirror. But as we do we capture between us a particular thorny and old branch, its thorns invade us and we both scream in pain:
“ARGH YOU BITCH, YOU FUCKING BITCH…I HATE YOU CONCUBINE!”
“ARGH YOU BITCH, YOU FUCKING BITCH…I HATE YOU IMP”