Free Take It by C. E. Starkweather Page A

fucking awful at this. Just lay down so I can fuck you."
    Brandi laid down and tried to think about anything else as Zack rolled on the condom and slid inside her. She gasped in pain. "Why aren't you wet?" He muttered, glaring at her. He pulled out and spit on her, shoving himself back in. Brandi couldn't hold back her tears. She laid there crying quietly while Zack had sex with her. It seemed like forever until he finished, and she felt relieved when he pulled out. "Was that so horrible, Brandi?"
    She shook her head. "No," she whispered.
    He stood up and stretched. "I'm gonna take a shower. We'll order pizza or something. You hungry?"
    She shook her head. He shrugged and started the shower. Once the water was running, she let go of her sobs, wailing into her pillow. She couldn't even have sex right. In the past week she had pissed off her mom and Kayla, and everything she did made Zack angry at her. She cried until she heard the water stop, then wiped her tears away. Zack came out of the bathroom and rolled his eyes at her red, puffy face. She got in the shower and cried until she had no tears left. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
    What's your problem? It's just sex. Everyone does it. He's your boyfriend. This is totally normal.
    She felt a little bit better by the time she finished showering. She wrapped herself in a towel and left the tiny bathroom, sitting on the bed. "I ordered pizza," Zack said. "Put some clothes on before the guy gets here."
    Brandi threw on her pajamas that she had swiped when her mom was at work. "So what do you want to do tomorrow?"
    "I have to work," Zack said. "You can just hang out here. It's looking kind of messy. Maybe you can clean up a bit."
    Brandi nodded, sad to have to spend the day alone after Zack had gotten so mad at her for making plans. "When will you be home? Maybe we can do something after."
    "I'm working noon to six. We'll see." There was a knock on the door and Zack paid the pizza guy. Brandi nibbled on a small piece. "I should have gotten something less fattening. I know you're trying to lose weight," Zack said.
    "I'm not trying to lose weight," Brandi said. "I just haven't been very hungry lately."
    Zack glanced at her stomach with a look of disgust and shrugged. Brandi sighed, throwing her half eaten piece in the garbage. "I'm going to bed."
    "It's like eight o clock, Brandi. What are you, sixty? What the hell am I supposed to do now?" He snapped. She got under the covers. "Watch a movie or something."
    He shook his head. "No, fuck that. I'm going out."
    Brandi sat up. "Out where?"
    "I don't know," he said, picking up his phone. "Out with the guys I guess. I've been so busy with you that we haven't had much time to do anything. I won't be too late." He walked out before Brandi had a chance to protest. She was fuming. So he was allowed to come and go as he pleased, but he had yelled at her for trying to work on a school project with Eric? He was working tomorrow from noon to six. If she went, he would never know. She hated to do things behind his back, but she refused to let her grades suffer any more than they already were because he was jealous. She went to sleep, feeling better about her plan.
     
Don’t Take It So Personally
    Zack was in bed by the time Brandi woke up the next morning. She hadn't heard him come in, but he smelled like weed and cigarettes. She sighed, trying to imagine her future with him. Maybe if she was better in bed or didn't say stupid things, he would be nicer to her and they could be happy together. She didn't feel very happy now though. It was probably just being around each other too much in this tiny room. It was enough to make anyone snippy.
    She quietly rolled out of bed and jumped in the shower. She at least felt better today than she had last night. She hummed to herself as she washed her hair. The shower curtain snapped back and she gasped. "Jesus, you scared me. What are you doing?" She asked Zack. His hair was disheveled