“Wet your brush.” Gerard instructed. Mia dipped her sturdy, expensive brush in the cup of water on the table and awaited further instructions. “Now just paint. I’ll show you specific techniques when you’re finished.” Gerard whispered against the sensitive skin of her neck. She was on his lap, and his lips were against her neck, his hands wrapped around her middle lightly. Mia dipped her brush in in red and began painting. Her hands did all of the work, her mind was on Gerard and his mood changes. She was starting to feel something for him. Not love, but when he was upset, she wanted to see him smile, and when he smiled, she wanted him to smile bigger. She wanted him to be happy. Just like Mikey, or Moikey as she had started to call him. Except she didn’t have as much of an intimate connection with him as she did with Gerard.
She cleaned her brush, and dipped her utensil in blue. She stroked the brush against the stiff paper cautiously. She then switched to a larger brush and filled in part of the picture with a peach-type color. While she waited for that to dry, she pulled Gerard’s face in for a kiss. Their lips pressed together with light force that generally turned into lust in its rawest form. She was on his lap, arms around his neck while he held her waist against his groin, moving her slightly to create friction against his jeans. He grunted, and she forced him to lay on the bench, holding him under her tiny body. She got his shirt off swiftly, and they rolled, falling off of the short bench. That didn’t stop them though. They continued removing articles of clothing, and tossing them where ever they happened to land.
They were naked, and touching each other everywhere. Mia kissed down his torso until she got to his erection, and gave him a blow job, his grunts and moans only giving her more determination to do a good job. She sucked slow, watching him squirm with satisfaction. He knotted his fingers in her hair and bucked his hips far into her mouth and down her throat, almost making her gag reflexively, but she controlled it, picking up her pace, and taking care of the part she couldn’t reach with her mouth with her hand.
The door opened almost silently, and Ana stepped through preparing to speak. Her eyes bugged wide, as she watched them.
“What the hell?!” Ana shrieked, making both participants jump in surprise. Mia’s eyes went wide, and she covered herself and started shaking. Gerard pulled his boxers on and grinned at Ana.
“Need something?” He asked, watching her. He licked Mia’s face slowly and wrapped his arm around her waist, his eyes on Ana the whole time. “Because we were quite busy if you don’t mind.” Ana saw red, and pulled out a switchblade, her eyes only on Mia. Ana advanced on Mia, and Mia ran out of Gerard’s hold, through the house naked, in panic. She didn’t want to die, not yet, and not by Ana. She ran into the kitchen, and grabbed a large pan. She waited around the corner and when Ana ran after her, she smashed the pan against her head, causing her to fall and drop her blade. Mia wasted no time getting on her knees and hitting the girl’s head over and over, blood flying, and tears being released. She felt as though someone else was controlling her body. She didn’t stop, and Ana’s skull started to crack beneath the pan. Blood coated Mia. She couldn’t stop, Ana would get her. She couldn’t stop. Ana would get her. Ana. Ana. Ana was dead. Dead. But Mia still couldn’t stop. Tears poured down the girl’s face, but still, she kept going. It caused quite a bit of noise. Enough noise to get Mikey to come out of his room.
“Mia, what the hell?!” Mikey asked running over to her, and grabbing the pan. Mia stared at the girl and sobbed, her hands shaking and red. “Hey, hey, calm down. She’s dead now.” Mikey said attempting to make her feel better.
“I’m s-sorry Moikey!” She sobbed. He grabbed her in a hug and she buried her face in his chest.
“Shh, it’s ok. Me and Gerard will figure something out. Shhh, shhh.” He shushed.
“I didn’t mean to kill her,” Mia said, her voice muffled by his shirt. “I just couldn’t stop.”
“Shh.” Mikey said, tightening his grip on the girl. Gerard appeared in the kitchen with a look of horror as he saw the dead body and Mikey comforting Mia. He gave Mikey look, and he returned it. They needed a plan for the body. Soon.
“What did you DO, Mia?” Gerard asked, bending down beside the nude girl. She switched from the younger brother to the older, and hugged him in a chokehold getting blood on each of them.
“She was gonna kill me! I was only gonna knock her out, but I… I just couldn’t stop… I’m so sorry Gerard. So, so sorry.” She said, crying hysterically.
“It’s alright. I’ll get her out of here, just… go finish painting.” He said. he looked into her eyes, and he could tell she was scared. “Go.” He said with authority. She ran back to his studio without another word.
“Ok.” Gerard said sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose at the inconvenience. “Do you remember the old steel mill they closed down two years ago?” Mikey nodded. “Alright, we’ll put her there.”
“We have to pour bleach all over everything. Remove traces.” Mikey said in a strained voice.
*
A few hours later Mia was still painting in the studio. It helped her get her mind off of what had just happened. She felt absolutely horrific about what he had done. She hated herself for doing that to another human being. She was a monster, worse than any vampire or werewolf or zombie or…or... As she finished her 10th painting she hung it up to dry. She was blocking out the recent events as best as she could, but they kept creeping back into her brain.
She looked at her pictures. The first was Gerard, the second a beautiful field, the third a busy forest, the fourth was the ocean on a stormy day, the fifth was her, the sixth was Mikey, the seventh was her puppy nibbles, the eighth was her bedroom at home, the ninth was a fashionista, and the tenth was Ana.