[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 126: Graduation Arc: One

Sasha was on the ground in a vacant field, blood covered her face, her body. She was breathing heavy, gasping for breath, swearing her ribs were potentially damaged. The Alpha glared into the head lights of the car. On that car were her sisters, Salmona and Samantha, just watching her. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

They caught her. They caught Sasha having sex with her own niece. Aurora. Sasha looked up at her sisters who were smirking at her, their fist red from Sasha’s own blood. The only thing she could do was bow her head to these two other Alphas.

"I’m sorry," she said to them. "I slipped. Let me go home to my husband and kids."

Salmona laughed and looked at Samantha. "How do we know you’re fucking your own kids like our own mother?"

Sasha shot her head up quickly. "I WILL NEVER DO THAT!"

"Sure, Jan," Samantha mocked. Sasha bowed her head, knowing her sisters would never believe her.

The headlights blinded Sasha as she tried to crawl away. Every movement sent sharp pain through her ribs. Blood trickled from her split lip onto the dirt. She could taste iron mixed with dirt, smell gasoline and sweat.

Aurora’s scent still lingered on her skin, a cruel reminder. Above, the moon cast cold light on the field, illuminating broken grass where they’d dragged her.

Sasha pressed her forehead into the dirt, inhaling damp earth and crushed wildflowers. Her ribs screamed with every shallow breath, a jagged rhythm syncopated by the engine’s idle growl.

Gravel bit into her palms as she tried dragging herself backward. Salmona’s boot slammed down between her shoulder blades. The impact drove the air from her lungs, flooding her vision with static.

Salmona pulled Sasha by the hair, pulling her neck so far back, practically almost breaking it. "Listen," Salmona whispered into her sister’s ear. "Do not come back to our house EVER!"

Sasha nodded weakly, her throat too bruised to speak. The cold metal of Salmona’s boot buckle dug into her spine as Samantha circled them like a shark scenting blood. Gravel pressed deeper into Sasha’s cheek with each ragged exhale, each grain etching itself into her skin. Headlights carved harsh shadows across the field, turning crushed wildflowers into skeletal fingers pointing upward.

Sasha wad allowed to get up. She walked slowly back to the car and got into the back seat. Salmona and Samantha got into the front. The engine roared on their way out of the field.

The car ride was silent. Salmona drove, occasionally glancing at Sasha through the rearview mirror. Samantha stared straight ahead, her fingers drumming a slow rhythm on her thigh. Sasha curled against the door, every bump in the road sending fire through her ribs.

Headlights from passing cars sliced through the dark interior, illuminating the dried blood caking her cheek, the dirt ground into her torn blouse. She pressed her forehead to the cool window, the vibrations humming against her bruised skull.

The blur of skeletal trees raced alongside them, branches clawing at the night sky. Inside, Sasha’s heartbeat thundered in her ears, drowning out the engine’s drone, a frantic drumbeat against the suffocating quiet.

The scent of her own fear hung thick, mingling with gasoline and Samantha’s cheap perfume. Every shallow breath scraped like sandpaper against her damaged ribs. She watched the neon signs of roadside bars streak past, flashes of garish green and red reflecting in Salmona’s hardened eyes in the mirror.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Sasha screamed in the backyard shed as her pinkie was cut off. Salmona laughed wiping the butcher knife off on her pants. Samantha threw a bath towel to Sasha who automatically used it to stop the bleeding.

She was shivering, sweating, and inhaling and exhaling her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her sisters picked her up and dragged her to the car in the front yard in the dark of the night.

They slammed her into the car.

BANG!

She curled up once more, doing her best to keep the bleeding down. Her sisters back out of the driveway, getting on the highway to the hospital.

"Oh fuck!" She groaned.

"Oh shut the fuck up. This is what happens when you stupidly fuck our daughter," Samantha said.

Sceerrrr!

They stopped in front of the hospital, pushed Sasha out, and slammed on the drive, and left.

Sasha crawled, the towel wrapped around her hand quickly soaked crimson. Gravel scraped her knees through thin fabric as she dragged herself toward the emergency room doors. Each lurch forward sent jagged lightning through her ribs, her breath whistling wet and thin.

Above, sodium lights cast a sickly yellow halo, attracting moths that batted against cracked concrete pillars. The automatic doors slid open with a pneumatic hiss, releasing sterile cold air that prickled her sweat-slicked skin.

Linoleum gleamed under fluorescent bars, smelling sharply of bleach and stale coffee. Nurses froze mid-stride, charts clutched to chests, their eyes widening at the blood trail smearing behind her. They rushed to her, calling for assistance to get her off the ground.

A gurney rattled over, wheels squeaking against the polished floor. Rough hands lifted her onto cold vinyl as Sasha trembled uncontrollably, her vision tunneling.

She focused on the ceiling tiles, speckled white squares stained brown at the edges where water had seeped through. The sharp sting of antiseptic made her nostrils flare.

The next morning, she awoke to pain in her pinkie but that eas about it. She was honest to the nurse about how her pinkie was cut, well, she was honest about who did it but was dishonest when it came to why.

It was a lot easier to just say it was a dare gone wrong then admit she was fucking her sisters’ daughter. She sighed, slamming her head into the hospital pillow. She lifted her hand to see the result, and saw her pinkie was bandaged with blood on the tip.

"WHOOOOOO!!" Aurora yelled. She pranced around the living room with the acceptance letter in her hand. She slammed herself into the couch and laughed as she kicked her legs up.

Her parents came running down stairs that morning to see what the commotion was. She stood up abruptly and screamed at them.

"I GOT ACCEPTED INTO HINAMI UNIVERSITY!"

Lacy, Samantha, Salmona, and even Adama cheered and hugged Aurora whonwas simply ecstatic. She spent the whole day just over joy by the whole ordeal.

The days following Aurora’s acceptance letter unfolded in a haze of hushed celebrations and furtive glances. Salmona’s kitchen filled with the clatter of celebratory dishes, platters of honey-glazed ham, golden cornbread crumbling at the edges, while Samantha hung streamers in gaudy university colors.

Aurora danced between them, the letter clutched like a talisman, her laughter sharp and bright against the tension thickening the air. Outside, rain lashed against the windows, turning the backyard into a quagmire of mud and forgotten gardening tools.

There was no talk of Sasha and what she had done. She had stopped coming over because she wasn’t allowed to come over; however, Tyler and the children were allowed to come over still.

Salmona and Samantha exchanged glances over steaming cups of coffee at the kitchen island, their knuckles still faintly bruised. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the backyard shed into a grey smudge where... things... had happened. Aurora twirled nearby, oblivious, humming as she packed university brochures into a suitcase already overflowing with cheap dorm-room essentials.

"What is that?" Lacy asked her daughter.

"A suit case, you know for college, graduation is like, a month away and then it will be orientation," Aurora explained.

"Yep, our little girl is all grown up," Samantha said.

The days went by quickly until it finally came to the last week of school. This was it. It was graduation week. She walked into school just like all the other seniors waiting for her new life, her new journey. That also meant saying good bye to her friends. It was hard to say whether or not they would stay friends. Yes, they’ve been friends, some of them since elementary school but...things change, people change, takes them all on different paths.

Aurora sat in the school parking lot, just watching all the kids go by. She pressed her forehead against the cool steering wheel, feeling its ridges imprint her skin.

Seniors streamed past her parked car , laughter bouncing off dented metal hoods, backpacks swinging wildly, the scent of cheap cologne and bubblegum drifting through her cracked window. A girl in glittery baseball cap sprinted toward the building, her heels clicking like frantic Morse code on asphalt.

Aurora watched her own reflection in the rearview mirror: eyes hollow, mouth tight. The acceptance letter crinkled in her pocket, sharp against her thigh. She didn’t move. Didn’t join the flow. Just traced a fingernail over a scratch in the dashboard vinyl, imagining it was a map of every fracture splitting her world open. It was truly happening; she was truly going to graduate and be...be gone.