School Girls' Stories: New Generation - Finale

Chapter 14 – 9 Hours Remaining (5:00 AM)



“Sora, wait!” Rhapsody called out, rushing out of her hotel room, Ashe close on her heels. She rushed down the hallway after him, despite Ashe gripping her arm and trying to pull her back to him. Rhapsody sobbed, her body shaking, and still she pulled away from Ashe and went after Sora.



“Rhapsody!” Ashe cried after her.



She stopped, frozen. Sora stopped, not turning but knowing she was there, two feet from him. If she took a few more tender steps towards him she could be in his arms, and he would not refuse her, even now. He hated himself, and he hated Ashe, and he hated all of the things that had come from this sordid love triangle, a triangle he had thought ended when Ashe had died originally. Rhapsody belonged to him; Ashe was a rapist who took advantage of a young girl. Ashe had never had a moment with Rhapsody when her mind had not been clouded, when her judgment had been sound.



“Rhapsody, don’t go to him,” Ashe said, his voice thick.



Sora turned and looked to Rhapsody, a woman who looked lost amongst her tears.



Rhapsody could not fathom how this came about. She had been sitting in her room, angry, the whole world and scenario bubbling in her. How could she have been so jealous? Ashe had any right to choose any woman he wanted, she was about to marry one of his ex-best friends. Was that not some sort of forbidden taboo of its own? Still, it was Yuna and Harmony. How could he have been with those two women and even pretended to enjoy it? Had he enjoyed it? Had he thought of her while ramming his throbbing member into the body of those two whores?



The sob in Rhapsody’s throat was about to burst when the knock on her door came. She thought it was Tiera, checking on her, making sure that she was not losing her mind. It was not, it was Ashe, looking at her like he was lost without her.



He stepped into the room, slammed the door behind him, and let his mouth fall upon her lips, his hands pushing her against the wall and trapping her between his body and the solid wall. For a moment she clawed at him, allowing him to touch her, reveling in the feel of his hands on her breasts again, the stretch of those long strong fingers running over her nipples and making them come alive. It had been over three years since her body had been touched in such a way by anyone but Sora, and Sora never finished what he started, he wanted to wait, and she needed something. Her body ached to be fed. She allowed Ashe to rip her shirt off, to place his lips over her nipple and tease the ache with his tongue. She ran her hands into his hair and cried out with pleasure, her hips bucking against his, feeling the hard length of him she longed for, had longed for so long. She wanted to make love to him with no ulterior motives, just because she loved him.



The next thing they both knew he fist was locking with his jaw, the only part of his body she had easy access too, though it turned out to be a mistake with his teeth locked around her breast, she ended up hurting herself more than him. He stepped back, reeling, and she wrapped her arms against her breasts and looked to him with cold eyes, shaking her head. “No,” she said. “No, this can’t be, I’m marrying Sora soon.”



“It doesn’t matter,” Ashe yelled. “You belong with me.”



“No,” Rhapsody shook her head violently and pushed further away from him, moving further into the room. “No, not after… You are the father… no, I can’t be with you.”

Ashe reached out and pulled Rhapsody into his arms, though she fought him, kicking out at him, she could not give it her all. She kept her hands firmly wrapped around her breasts, blood dripping off of the one where he bit into the flesh a little too hard with the shuddering of his jaw, and he made a note to lick the wound clean and give her all of the attention she needed when she would just calm down.



“You wouldn’t have me,” he explained to her, never releasing her from his grip. When she continued to kick out at him he shook her, not violently, just enough to draw her attention to him. “You refused me, remember that. I went elsewhere, just like you did.”

“But I…” Rhapsody felt the sob in her throat and quit fighting. “I…” Why did she want him to keep holding her? Why did the words stick in her throat? “I might have killed the babies,” she cried to him. “I was so angry that…”



“I don’t care.” The coldness in his voice caused Rhapsody’s arms to stop flailing, her body to relax in his arms before stiffening with a fear she had never felt when around Ashe before, even in the days when he was a threat to everyone around him. “I don’t care about them, don’t you get that? I don’t care about them, or even that they are carrying my children. It was a fucked up night and I fucked up miserably with the two of them, but I don’t care about them. Rhapsody, I love you. I love only you. I could never love anyone but you.”



“Ashe!” she sobbed and turned in his arms to face him, to wrap her arms around him, to hold him close to her body. She pulled at him and he tore at her remaining clothes, pulling them off of her body as if they were a barrier between countries and the natives wanted to meet the foreigners on the other side. She was lying on the floor, Ashe crawling on top of her, before she could blink. He was pulling his own pants away, spreading her legs, and she was arching toward him. For the moment she was lost in Ashe, forgetting her husband-to-be and that she had begun to fall in love with Sora. The love Rhapsody felt for Sora was nothing compared to what she felt for Ashe. Rhapsody loved Sora for his idiosyncrasies, she loved Ashe despite them, she loved Sora because he was kind, she loved Ashe despite his brashness, she loved Sora because he was an upstanding citizen now and could give her the world, she loved Ashe because… he was Ashe. She had spent too much time denying how she felt about Ashe and now she wanted to be with him, only him.



The opening of her hotel room door kept Ashe from slipping inside of her, Sora’s horrified cry kept Rhapsody from giving in, and Sora’s fist to Ashe’s face knocked the two away from one another. Rhapsody scrambled to stand, throwing on something she had discarded earlier just so she would not be fighting them both off of each other naked. She pushed Ashe down, she pushed Sora away, and she landed on the bed and away from them all.



“Stop it!” she screamed at them both. Ashe seemed to be anything but ashamed of his nudity, but at her final shrill cry he pulled away from Sora and looked down at himself, slightly embarrassed. Sora stood, having sufficiently bloodied his opponent, and looked to Rhapsody with eyes that spoke volumes.



“I was hoping I would have made it to you first,” he admitted. “But, I see you have made your choice.”



Which had put Rhapsody in-between the two of them, wondering what damage she had done and where she should go to fix it. She loved them both, but she needed Ashe, but Sora needed her. She could see it in his eyes. Sora would never adore anyone the way he did Rhapsody, and there was hardly a reason for it. Rhapsody knew she was as manipulative as her mother, even if she had never done any of it on purpose.



“God forgive me,” she whispered to herself. She turned to Ashe and waved to him and said quietly, almost too quietly, but he caught it. “I’m sorry.” She turned and went to Sora, pulling him towards her, and whispering to him that she was sorry, and she would do better. Sora, being Sora, and needing her desperately at that moment, forgave her and walked her up to his room.