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listening.
“It was an accident, Aiden,” I plead ed, trying to move away from his heavy body towering over me.
Whatever happens next…I block ed out. I know what he did…I remember how I felt when he did it, but the actual act has not surfaced in my memory ever since. However, I do remember telling my mother. She didn’t believe me. She wanted the perfect family—the perfect children.
I haven’t said a swear w ord since I was eight years old, besides the random hells and damns. The fear that something bad will happen as a result sits too heavily on me to risk it. I can’t . No matter how much I try and how much I want to scream those words…I just can’t.
***
I wake up the next morning, pushing all past memories away. I don’t want to think about them anymore. I know I need to move forward, but it seems impossible.
I walk into the kitchen and see a stunning Eric cooking over the stove. He doesn’t hear me, so I take an extra minute just to stare at him.
He turns around and smiles, making me feel weak. “Good morning, sweetheart. Are you hungry?” he asks casually.
“Sure...” I continue watching him, wondering what he is doing in my apartment at seven in the morning. I haven’t figured out how he manages to get into my apartment all the time, but a part of me feels at ease knowing he can.
“You look cute in your just-woke-up morning look. You r hair curls when you sleep.” He smiles, making me blush a little at the way he notices me. I can’t understand him. One minute he’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met making me clench between my legs, and the next he’s all over another chick right in front of me.
“I showered last night before bed, so it curls when it’s wet,” I explain.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked so I made a little of everything.” He motions to the counter where there are plates of French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes.
“ Thank you. Why exactly are you here making breakfast?” I ask, taking a piece of bacon.
“I figured you ladies could use some real food for once. Your fridge is practically empty and your pots and pans are never used.” He was right. We didn’t cook very much around here.
“Are you going to tell me how you keep getting in here?” I grab a fork, digging into my eggs. He looks at me as if he’s contemplating revealing his secret.
“Hmmm, I don’t think so.” He smiles, making me roll my eyes at him.
“Are you working today?” I ask, eager to keep the conversation going.
“I work another 48.”
“Wow, that sounds exhausting.”
“Nah, it’s not so bad. When we don’t get calls, we work out, nap, and watch TV. It’s like a frat party,” he says, chuckling. “However, unlike a frat party, there are no chicks. So basically, it’s a huge sausage fest.”
I was j ust taking a drink of orange juice, and end up spitting it across the counter. “Oh, my goodness,” I say, laughing. He hands me a towel and I clean up my mess. “Never heard that one before.”
“I take it you didn’t party much in college?” he intrigues, digging for information.
“You could say that.” We are not going there.
“No old boyfriends to talk about?” He leans on the counter, looking directly into my eyes.
“Just one,” I reply, shoving in another mouthful.
“Just one boyfriend?” he asks, shocked.
“Yeah. I didn’t date.” I shrug casually.
“That’s surprising, Velaney. Seriously?” he asks, still not believing me.
“Yeah, his name is Jake. We dated for awhile, but it just didn’t work out.”
“Why, what happened?” he asks, thoroughly interested. I wonder why he would want me to talk about an old boyfriend. Maybe that’s a good thing though. I can’t let him get close to me on an intimate level…it just wouldn’t work. No, Eric is much better being my friend. Like a brother… I try and convince myself.
“Nothing really happened. I just didn’t love him like he loved me. Our feelings were n’t
“It was an accident, Aiden,” I plead ed, trying to move away from his heavy body towering over me.
Whatever happens next…I block ed out. I know what he did…I remember how I felt when he did it, but the actual act has not surfaced in my memory ever since. However, I do remember telling my mother. She didn’t believe me. She wanted the perfect family—the perfect children.
I haven’t said a swear w ord since I was eight years old, besides the random hells and damns. The fear that something bad will happen as a result sits too heavily on me to risk it. I can’t . No matter how much I try and how much I want to scream those words…I just can’t.
***
I wake up the next morning, pushing all past memories away. I don’t want to think about them anymore. I know I need to move forward, but it seems impossible.
I walk into the kitchen and see a stunning Eric cooking over the stove. He doesn’t hear me, so I take an extra minute just to stare at him.
He turns around and smiles, making me feel weak. “Good morning, sweetheart. Are you hungry?” he asks casually.
“Sure...” I continue watching him, wondering what he is doing in my apartment at seven in the morning. I haven’t figured out how he manages to get into my apartment all the time, but a part of me feels at ease knowing he can.
“You look cute in your just-woke-up morning look. You r hair curls when you sleep.” He smiles, making me blush a little at the way he notices me. I can’t understand him. One minute he’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met making me clench between my legs, and the next he’s all over another chick right in front of me.
“I showered last night before bed, so it curls when it’s wet,” I explain.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked so I made a little of everything.” He motions to the counter where there are plates of French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes.
“ Thank you. Why exactly are you here making breakfast?” I ask, taking a piece of bacon.
“I figured you ladies could use some real food for once. Your fridge is practically empty and your pots and pans are never used.” He was right. We didn’t cook very much around here.
“Are you going to tell me how you keep getting in here?” I grab a fork, digging into my eggs. He looks at me as if he’s contemplating revealing his secret.
“Hmmm, I don’t think so.” He smiles, making me roll my eyes at him.
“Are you working today?” I ask, eager to keep the conversation going.
“I work another 48.”
“Wow, that sounds exhausting.”
“Nah, it’s not so bad. When we don’t get calls, we work out, nap, and watch TV. It’s like a frat party,” he says, chuckling. “However, unlike a frat party, there are no chicks. So basically, it’s a huge sausage fest.”
I was j ust taking a drink of orange juice, and end up spitting it across the counter. “Oh, my goodness,” I say, laughing. He hands me a towel and I clean up my mess. “Never heard that one before.”
“I take it you didn’t party much in college?” he intrigues, digging for information.
“You could say that.” We are not going there.
“No old boyfriends to talk about?” He leans on the counter, looking directly into my eyes.
“Just one,” I reply, shoving in another mouthful.
“Just one boyfriend?” he asks, shocked.
“Yeah. I didn’t date.” I shrug casually.
“That’s surprising, Velaney. Seriously?” he asks, still not believing me.
“Yeah, his name is Jake. We dated for awhile, but it just didn’t work out.”
“Why, what happened?” he asks, thoroughly interested. I wonder why he would want me to talk about an old boyfriend. Maybe that’s a good thing though. I can’t let him get close to me on an intimate level…it just wouldn’t work. No, Eric is much better being my friend. Like a brother… I try and convince myself.
“Nothing really happened. I just didn’t love him like he loved me. Our feelings were n’t
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