Lost

“Are you okay?” Dana thought for a moment before answering. Inside she knew how she felt but, she wasn’t sure if that’s what Alex was asking. Did she mean okay physically? If that was the case then, no, she wasn’t okay. She was bleeding and unsure as to whether or not Alex had noticed that something red was running from between her legs and seeping into the seams in the front seat of her car. Her legs had been wide apart while Alex’s fingers plunged deep inside her. At one point, she thought she was going to kick the windshield our but, it held.
It felt good; different but good until something broke. “How do you feel?” Broken. Dana felt broken but couldn’t explain that just yet. She took a deep breath to clear her throat and calm herself before she answered but one final thought escaped before her mouth could form the words. ‘I’m not okay at all. Mentally, this was too much for me to handle even at sixteen. Physically, well, I’m fucking bleeding! What the hell?’ The thought dropped off the edge of her mind and she spoke. “I’m fine. That was great. Are you okay?” “Yeah, sure. I’m fine. You sure came a lot. You must not do this often. Either that, or I was really that good.”
In the dark parking lot behind the Save-A-Lot they had pulled into after driving aimlessly around the city until they were completely lost, even the front seat of the car was too poorly lit for Alex to see that Dana wasn’t just excited about her experience. She was wounded by it. Alex spread her arms, wound them around Dana’s waist, and pulled her close. Dana winced in pain then, smiled.