WARNING: THIS IS ALL FICTION AND ONLY FICTION. IT IS A ORIGINAL STORY. ALSO, I ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THIS IS MATURE CONTENT AND A FRAGILE MATTER TO SOME PEOPLE. DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ. ______________________________ "LION!...NO, FIRE! Umm..." "I GOT IT! IT'S A MONKEY!" "YES! Finally, someone got it. Am I really that bad at charades?" I asked, still frustrated from the fact that it had taken my family close to 10 minutes to guess the animal I had to act out. I had acted out numerous traits of a manokey including scratching my armpits, picking and eating from others' hair, and taking a banana. This is why I hated charades. The only reason I was here was because he was going to accompany me and it was hard to see him often alone or with the rest of the family. Normal seventeen year-old girls would hate this, but just being near him made my whole body go limp. The whole family was there: mom, James (my stepdad), Marisa (my sister), Benjamin (my brother), and Dylan (my step brother). I couldn't help but stare at him. He was perfectly built-what with the soft, but prominent cheek bones, ocean blue eyes, and a killer smile. Oh, his smile... When I got the privilege to see him laugh or smile, my heart melted. The skin around his eyes wrinkled up and his perfectly lined teeth blew everyone away and I was not an exception. "Honey, are you all right? You're face is red and you seem a little out of it. Are you feeling alright?" My mom asked. "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." I replied, embarrassed that he might know what I'm thinking about. "You should go upstairs and get some rest. Maybe you sucked at charades today because you weren't feeling well." My brother, Benjamin(or Benji/Ben for short), suggested. "Just go to your room, I'll go and check on you later, okay?" James told me coldly. "Okay..." I acted. I guess this was his plan to get us alone in my room. My heart skipped a beat just thinking about us being together, alone. I slid up the stairs, trying to make my haste less not too noticeable. I waited for him to come up for what seemed to be for an eternity. I could wait for him, though. I had been patient enough to not be alone with him for a days, which meant no kissing, touching, or anything. Hearing the knob turn slowly made my knees buckle. He was teasing me by entering slowly. He entered. Just seeing him was enough for me. He approached me step by step and reached out for my shoulders and pinned me down on my bed, his body framing mine. His lips touched mine and all sorts of passion overcame my body and I could not control myself. It was as if he triggered all of my emotions all at once. Unfortunately, he parted his lips from mine. "Hey, slow down, Liv." Him saying my name sent electrical waves down my back. I felt my face heating up. "I can't help it, James. I love you." =~=~=~=~=~~=~=~=~=~====~=~=~=~=
SIX MONTHSAGO: "I HATE YOU! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! GET OUT OF MY ROOM, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, GET OUT OF MY LIFE!" My mom shrieked. It had been a year since they had married and they were fighting once more. This had been happening quite often lately. Well, what would you expect from a marriage that wasn't for love? Before she and him had gotten married, nothing about my family's lives had been stable. Money, school, jobs, everything. Until mom started bringing James home, life itself was unstable and we had to live on a day to day basis. Once, I had heard my mother talking on the phone to her sister saying how she had found a great catch. How could I not hear her conversations when she spoke so carelessly? Either way, to her misfortune, I had also heard her say that she despised James and only married for money. To her, James was sickeningly sweet and no fun at all. James was considerably younger than my mom. She was 43, he was 28, but my mom looked way too young for her age. This was the trap that she used to entice the young men and when it was too late for them to escape, they would realize the mistake that they had made. The weird thing was that James hadn't been fooled. He had seen my mom for who she was from the start. Yet, he married her. I never understood why. James definitely did NOT marry her because he loved her though. I could tell from the way that they looked at each other that they had no chemistry whatsoever. Of course, my mom had never tried to provide for our family. She never even lifted a finger even when we were poor and hopeless. All she did was fish for men. She was like a dog. She ate and slept, but if she was doing anything else, she would be making herself pretty to go fishing for men. It must have been hundreds of times that I saw her bring home men from the clubs downtown. Ever since I was young, my siblings and I had to provide for ourselves until James had come along and saved our lives. That day, James had come home early from work and my mom hadn't noticed because she was taking her beauty nap. He cooked dinner and decided not to wake her because she seemed to be very deeply asleep. Afterwards, mom had realized this and b*tched without end. My stepdad had came into my room asking for advice, but found me sitting on my bed, on the verge of crying. You see, when you're angry-and I mean blood curdling angry- tears start to form because you cannot control your emotions. The fact that mom was so ungrateful pissed me off on so many levels. Burning tears rolled down my cheek and I slightly hyperventilatedz He sat down next to me and calmed me down. He must've known what I was feeling. "I know how you must feel, what with your mom being... like this, but you have to learn to accept her. She is your one and only mom. Even if you wanted to throw her away, you couldn't. Listen to me, you have a family that loves you. Even if Claudia is this way, you have so many others to support you. For example: I love you..." He voice started to drift off when he said love, like it meant something it wasn't supposed to. I turned to him, carefully searching for the meaning of what he had just said. That was when I noticed how handsome he was. My eyes were locked on him. He turned his face towards and we were gazing at each other. No. It must've been me imagining it. That's what it was. I was absolutely sure I was going crazy until he leaned forward, framed his hands aroun my face, and inched closer and closer. My eyes widened. His soft lips came in contact with mine and my eyelids slowly closed. This sensation was new to me. I had kissed many other guys, but this was the first time I had felt this fiery sensation of passion. Before I knew it, we were entangled in each others' arms. __________________________________ Did they just have sex? WHAT? HUH? I guess you'll have to find out later.
Since blizzy is on everyone's case about critiscm here it goes I love the way the step-dad married the mom for the daughter and not for the mom it was almost like a slap in the face for the mom I also like how you made the mom an abusive figure and the dad the supportive one it's opposite of the "typical" roles Bottom line your doing great and I have nothing to criticize