A Chance pt. 8 [ff]

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The weekend passed in a blur of discomfort and pain killers. The welts all over Kimmy’s body resolved to crusty scabs and the stitches above her left eye itched like crazy. She tried not to burden Karen and Christine, so she mostly hid out in the guest room they put her up in. Lizette never left her side.

Kimmy kept her darker thoughts to herself. Lizette wouldn’t really understand how Kimmy felt about what had happened. While Lizette held her and kissed her, Kimmy embraced how her girlfriend made her feel. For the first time she was entirely at peace with it.

Kimmy’s father had done more than beat her. He had thrown her out of his house, like garbage, because she loved Lizette. His stern voice had proclaimed her damnation, and it still echoed in her thoughts and dreams. *Reprobate.* She was going to hell. And that was okay.

Kimmy had grown up fearing the hell and damnation her father preached. As a sinner, she knew that unless she was one of God’s Elect then nothing could save her. Her salvation rested entirely in God’s grace and no personal merit or failure of her own could sway His judgement. As the Bible says in Romans 9, God elects some people to display His glory. Kimmy was now convinced that she existed to display His wrath. She was damned.

The realization came with an odd sense of relief. She no longer had to uphold those high standards anymore. She didn’t have to pretend not to feel what she felt. But before she faced her Maker, she resolved to love Lizette the same way Brother Jaime had called out of First Corinthians at youth group on Wednesday. She would be patient and kind. She would contain her envy and pride. It might be impossible to reach Heaven, but she intended to prove to herself and the world that even sinners could love. Even lesbians.

The first challenge to her new outlook came on Sunday afternoon. Kimmy was getting around more comfortably and her angry red and black bruises were now outlined with a mottled yellow and purple. The swelling had gone down around her eye, so she sat out on the couch to watch a little television with Lizette.

The doorbell rang and Karen padded to the door wearing soft pajama pants and a long t-shirt that screamed lazy Sunday afternoon.

“Yes?” Kimmy heard a wariness in Karen’s tone but couldn’t see who was there.

“My name is Jaime Gonzalez and I’d like to speak to Kimmy McKimson if she’s available.”

Brother Jaime had come to find her? Fear tickled up her back until she mastered herself and resolved what she would do.

“May I ask what this is regarding?” Karen had a burr of anger in her voice.

“It’s okay,” Kimmy called out. Hiding would be seen by her old church as shame and she refused to be ashamed anymore. “I’ll see him.”

Brother Jaime made it as far as the couch before he stopped with shock written all over his face. Kimmy knew she looked bad. She was dressed for comfort in a spaghetti strap top and shorts that exposed the livid stripes on her shoulders, arms, and legs.

“Brother Jaime,” Kimmy said as she gave him a cool look. Her greeting made him blink as he stepped closer to the couch. Karen disappeared into the kitchen.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you,” Brother Jaime whispered. “I had no idea it was this bad.”

“Whoever spares the rod hates their children, eh?” Kimmy knew the Proverbs quote after hearing her father bellow it her whole life. She let out a mirthless chuckle. “I really felt the love Thursday when I was late for supper.”

Lizette leaned closer to give Kimmy a supportive one-armed hug.

“Is there somewhere we can talk privately?” Brother Jaime said, giving Lizette an uncomfortable glance. Karen and Christine came back in the room to sit on the adjacent loveseat.

“I don’t think so,” Christine said before Kimmy could respond. “I’m Kimmy’s attorney and we’re considering action against the church for promoting this kind of parental *discipline*. Since you’re apparently part of the church leadership, you can say what you want right here and then get the hell out of our house.” She leaned forward and placed her phone on the coffee table. The screen displayed an app that was clearly recording their conversation.

Brother Jaime slumped down on the other end of the couch from Lizette and Kimmy. “The elders asked me to come here to talk about what happened. Your father claimed that you were involved in a… homosexual relationship and had rejected his attempts to correct you. They didn’t mention he’d beaten you.”

Kimmy let out a long sigh. “I’m surprised he lied. He always made us tell the strict truth. When I came home late for supper, he accused me of being with Lizette and then beat me with a polished wooden rod. I refused to repent and he declared me to be a reprobate and literally threw me out the front door while my mother cowered inside. I won’t be going back to home or to church.”

“Kimmy.” Brother Jaime was clearly uncomfortable with the situation he found himself in.

“I renounce my membership in the church. You and the elders no longer have authority over me. I’ll find my own way now.” It was odd that it still hurt so much to say the words, but Kimmy felt relief when she was done.

Christine stood up and beckoned Jaime to stand. “Tell your board of deacons to look at the legal statutes regarding *vicarious liability*. Joel McKimson was on the corporate board of the church. I’ve even got a photograph of the bruise on Kimmy’s cheek with the clear imprint of his ring of office. Your online sermons detailed the responsibility of parents to physically discipline their children. Thanks for that documentation, by the way. It’ll make my case so much easier to prove.” Christine gave him a toothy smile. “We’ll be in touch.”

Jaime backed away with a frown as his only response, then he turned to go. Kimmy heard the front door shut quietly as he left.

Christine got her phone and fiddled with the app as she muttered under her breath. “So what does *Brother Jaime* do for your church?” she asked Kimmy.

Kimmy leaned into Lizette’s shoulder. “He’s the youth pastor. He might be an employee of the church, but he was under the direct supervision of the board. They pushed all the crazy stuff and he kept his mouth shut to keep his job.”

“Well, you handled that perfectly.” Christine said as she stood. “I’ve got some more work to do before I file the lawsuit against them. Unless they are very lucky you won’t have to worry about paying for college by the time I’m done with them.”

“Thanks for everything,” Kimmy said to Karen and Christine. She felt a weight in her heart as they left the room. Kimmy looked up at Lizette. “Can we go lay down?”

“Of course,” Lizette said as she turned off the television and pulled Kimmy to her feet.

The queen-sized bed in the guest room was soft and comfortable. Kimmy had spent hours in it with Lizette, but they hadn’t had sex since the night she had been beaten by her father. Kimmy felt restless when they crawled in and came together on the pillows.

“You okay after all that,” Lizette asked as she ran her fingers through Kimmy’s hair.

“I guess. I mean, part of me feels like I’ve lost something precious, but mostly I feel relief that it’s over. I know Dad will try something at some point. I’d always been terrified of him doing something like this to me. But now I’ve survived it. He can’t scare me like he used to.”

“If he tries something with me around, I’ll hit him with a brick,” Lizette growled and pulled Kimmy close in a protective embrace. They rocked silently for a moment, but Kimmy needed more.

“Would you love me?” Kimmy whispered into Lizette’s neck.

“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“You could always kiss it and make it better.” Kimmy murmured as Lizette pushed her over on her back. They each took their clothes off quickly and rolled back together, their eyes searching each other’s faces for a long moment before their lips met.

The kiss went from warm to hot in an instant. Lizette slid her hands across the crusty stripes with great care, but Kimmy ignored the stinging skin to focus on their breasts and hips pressing together. The scent of feminine arousal warmed the air before Lizette licked down Kimmy’s neck to take an erect nipple in her mouth.

“Yes,” Kimmy moaned and shut her eyes. “I love your tongue.”

Allowing her girlfriend to lead the moment, Kimmy rolled back and gave herself up to the sensations. A hot mouth feeding on her breasts, fingers filling her aching core, Kimmy rocked her hips to the rhythm Lizette set. Her thighs were soon slick as she clamped them together to stop the relentless motion as she peaked. The pulsing of her inner muscles reflected outward as he whole body spasmed in relief.

Lizette held Kimmy as she wept. Waves of relief and loss passed and left Kimmy weak. She traded her whole family for these sweet kisses and while she didn’t regret the loss, she mourned the life she could have had. If her family had been normal. If her father wasn’t a monster. If her mother had protected her.

Her brothers, Elias and Adam, had been just as cowed as she had been in that house. Maybe some good could come from all this. Maybe they could escape their father’s cruelty before it ruined them like it almost ruined her.

“Sorry.” Kimmy wiped her eyes and let out an embarrassed chuckle. “I got a little emotional on you.”

“You never have to apologize for that. Cry all you want. We’ll get through this together.”

They cuddled for another moment before Kimmy said, “I wish I could get my clothes and things from home. I hate feeling like a beggar.”

“I don’t know. It’s kinda hot knowing you’ll be wearing my panties tomorrow.” Lizette had an apprehensive look on her face, like maybe Kimmy wasn’t ready to tease and play.

Kimmy couldn’t stop the grin that crossed her face. “You’re a perv, but I like you that way.”

“How much?” Lizzy asked as she gave a coy look.

Kimmy attacked her with tickles until she fell back laughing. The laughter turned to playful kisses, then the heat returned to drive Kimmy to climb between Lizette’s legs. Lizette ran her feet down Kimmy’s legs and lifted her wet core to rub against her lover’s body. Feeling their breasts pressed together, pushed the kisses to a panting crescendo.

“Use your fingers,” Lizette begged as she rubbed harder. “I want to feel you fuck me with your fingers.”

Kimmy lifted a little to get one hand between them while the other arm slipped under Lizette’s neck. After slipping two middle fingers inside, Kimmy pressed her hips down to grind her palm against Lizette’s sensitive slit. Lizette arched her back giving Kimmy her neck and breasts to feast on as she plunged her fingers deep inside.

“Fuck,” Lizette groaned as she gripped Kimmy’s hips to pull them even closer together.

When Kimmy suckled hard on a tight nipple, Lizette whined deep in her throat. Kimmy’s tongue swirled on the soft skin where Lizette’s neck and shoulder met, her fingers went deeper to find that elusive spot inside, her palm ground harder as they moved together to bring a cry to Lizette’s lips.

“Yes!”

She froze, her muscles tense for a long moment as she held her breath. When the rapid pulses squeezed Kimmy’s fingers she moaned along with her lover, sharing the pleasure they found together. The kisses lingered longer, slower, until Kimmy lay in Lizette’s careful embrace.

“That was so good,” Lizette murmured into Kimmy’s neck. “Perfect.”

Kimmy’s quiet hum was her only answer. She slid off to one side without releasing Lizette completely. In moments, they both fell into peaceful dreams.

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