Gabriella Urbanovski
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ABW Three Friends: Chapter 05
🕑 Added 2022-04-16 12:57:56 +0000 UTCChapter 5
Emma had been looking forward to this moment since yesterday. Milena and Jenni were coming over the house to try out their internet wrestling idea. Could they ever hope to be as successful as Final Submission? The organization, Emma discovered through her research, had been growing since its inception in 2004.
Emma had watched their entire two-year library—after paying for the $30 membership, a small price to pay for an erotic escape—until well past midnight. It helped to ease her mind and help her forget the issues she’s had with Ashley lately. Emma stepped carefully on the eggshells of her current life.
None of that mattered, Emma thought with a genuine smile. None of it mattered because Milena and Jenni would be here any moment and the three of them would escape to the basement. Catherine was working the noon-to-midnight shift, which meant the girls would have the run of the house.
Excitement chased away the blues. In her hand she held the rules she wrote up while she watched Final Submission bouts. This was going to be fun. And sexual. It took all Emma had, not to masturbate last night. She saved her arousal for this event.
From the kitchen, after grabbing a couple of water bottles for herself and her friends, Emma heard the chime of the doorbell. They’re here! She practically floated toward the door. Then she stopped. Her jaw tensed when she saw Ashley on the last step of the staircase. She bolted toward the door in a flash, while Emma stood in silent disappointment. The girls hadn’t arrived. It was just Nate. Horny slut-fucking Nate.
“Oh, it’s just the cunt-muncher,” Ashley said upon opening the door.
“Ashley, you’re looking exceptionally slutty today,” Milena said. Her words brought Ashley the rest of the way down the stairs until she stood mere inches from Milena’s face.
“And Milena, you look like a cunt-munching whore,” Ashley retaliated, “Oh, that’s right, you are.”
“Wow, nice comeback,” Milena scoffed.
“Millie!” Emma screeched with excitement. She dropped the bottles on the couch and ran to wrap her arms around the savior of her sanity. “I’m so happy to see you. You and Ashley can we exchange pleasantries later. Let’s head downstairs.”
“What about Jenni?”
“Jenni,” Emma couldn’t believe she’d forgotten already. Her excitement had gotten the best of her. While Milena and Ashley continued to exchange barbs behind her, Emma watched for Jenni. It took about five minutes—although Milena and Ashley made it feel twice as long—before the familiar black sedan pulled into the driveway.
“Jenni!” Emma greeted her friend with the same enthusiasm as she had with Milena earlier. They were all together and that was all that mattered to her.
“Great, we’re turning this house into a brothel,” Ashley remarked.
“Excuse me?” Emma turned with fiery intent.
“I’m just saying, you have your whores here, we might as well—”
Emma stepped within a foot away from her mean-spirited step-sister. She’d had enough. Enough bad-mouthing her friends. Enough acting superior to the three of them. Enough treating her like a guest in her own home. Enough!
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk shit about my friends!”
“Who, the parent-less bitch and the nympho slut?”
Ashley laughed and took a sip of water from the bottle meant for Jenni. She stole her friend’s water, now. How much more could Emma take? No, it’s exactly as she told herself. It is enough.
“Fuck you!” Emma yelled as the rage built up to a boiling point. Something snapped inside of her. She wasn’t taking Ashley’s shit anymore.
“Excuse me?” Ashley moved almost nose-to-nose with Emma, seething with anger. “Say that again! Go ahead! Say it again and I’ll slap the fucking shit out of you. Say it!”
“Fuck yo—”
Water burst from the bottle before Emma could finish saying it, and covered her. Her hair and clothes were instantly soaked.
“I just got you wetter than these two pussy-eating whores ever could.”
Emma shoved Ashley back into the couch. Tensions were rising. Tempers were flaring. A real fight was about to go down.
In a heated instant, Ashley stepped forward and grabbed Emma’s dark blonde locks.
“You better watch who you’re talking to, bitch. If you fucking touch me again—”
A hand flew up with a loud smack across Ashley’s face that echoed throughout the living room. They both stepped back in shock. Everything Emma had felt—the loneliness, abandonment, loss, rage, and resentment—everything was seeping out of her in an all-consuming fiery rage.
Tears welled up in Ashley’s eyes. She couldn’t believe Emma would do that. How dare she fight back, Ashley must’ve thought. She held her burning cheek in disbelief.
“Finally standing up for yourself,” Milena noted proudly.
Emma wasn’t as proud. What had she done? Cursing at her was one thing, but striking her? It wasn’t just the fear of being kicked out on the street anymore, she felt guilty for hitting Ashley.
Ashley suddenly tackled Emma onto the couch and the two slapped, pulled, scratched, and punched each other in a frenzy. Their brawl rolled over onto the floor. After watching a tuft of hair torn from their friend’s scalp, Milena and Jenni grabbed the ferocious pair and after a heated struggle, they managed to pull them apart.
“You fucking bitch!” Ashley screamed with a red face seething with rage. “I want you out of my house!”
“This is my house! It was mine long before you and your fucking mother ever came into our lives!”
“Girls,” Milena started to say as she struggled to keep a hold of Ashley, “Stop. I have a way we can settle your dispute—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ashley snapped. “I’m not playing your stupid games!”
“You get to fight Emma,” Jenni said, hoping to quickly diffuse the situation. Seeing Ashley’s sudden intrigue, she continued, “you two will fight on camera, we’ll post it online, and we’ll all make a lot of money.”
“Jenni and I will be wrestling, too,” Milena added.
“Wrestling? Can I just beat her ass, now?”
“Even better,” Emma pulled away from Jenni’s grip with a devious grin. “I’ll humiliate you in front of everyone.”
“Listen, do you want to fight now without compensation, when you can just as well fight in a few minutes for money?”
Ashley, her face now returned to its normal color with the exception of the red hand-print on her cheek, yanked herself from Milena’s grip and stepped in front of her rival. Would she hit her again? If she laid another finger on Emma, they wouldn’t make it to the basement. Their fight would take place here in the living room with no rules and no cameras.
“When do we start?”
Comments
Lexy Bennett
Looks like I get my wish from earlier. Very tense fight scene. You built it up well over the past few chapters. I wonder if Ashley will turn out to be not such b*tch as the story continues. I'm sure she must be hurting as well if she cared at all for her step-father.
