Milan
What's up with me and that boy? It seems that I have no self-control, didn't I say that it wasn't going to happen again?
And I felt so guilty for wanting it, I felt like I had to constantly hold back the urge to go ask him to fuck my brains out. It made me feel like a slut, even though I knew I wasn't doing anything wrong, casual sex felt weird, It felt like I was giving it to him easy.
Objectively there was nothing wrong with that, I was choosing to be easy because I also enjoyed it, I wasn't going to deny myself those pleasures, but in the back of my mind there was a voice constantly blaming me. A voice that still holds the idea that women should be kept pure and clean, that my value as a person would be reduced by the number of times I allowed myself to have sex.
"Milan!" I heard Lawrence scream.
"What?"
He appears in front of my door with a frown. "Have you seen my charger?"
"No." I said not looking away from my phone.
"I know you took it from my room." He says sternly.
"I didn't take that shit." I said. I hate when he acts like that.
" I know you did cause you always go through my shit when i'm not home!" He started talking louder.
My blood started to boil." I didn't take that shit! I have my own charger, dumbass!"
He stormed out of my room leaving the door wide open. Bitch ass nigga.
What the fuck is his problem? he is constantly picking fights, especially with me.
He then walked in my room again, standing close to my bed he said. "I found it."
I rolled my eyes. "Get the fuck out." I said.
When a minute passed and he didn't come out of my room, I was forced to ask him "what?!"
"Do you want to go to the grocery store?" He asked me.
"No." I muttered.
He finally left my room, closing the door. That was his way of apologizing, taking me to the grocery store to buy whatever food I wanted.
I rolled on my bed facing the door, thats when I see Lawrance face peaking at my room.
"You sure?" He asks.
I just sight and say. "Let me put my shoes on."
...
"You go buy shit, i'm going to watch the car."
"Whatever." I said as I get out of the car. He's paying anyway
I adjust my bonnet while walking to the store. I used to be embarrassed to go out with the bonnet on, eventually I realized that nobody gives a fuck.
When I enter the store, which was almost empty, I go directly to the snack isle; my crocs making squeaky sounds as I walk.
I grab a couple of chips and just as I was going to the register to pay, I hear the distinctive laugh of the person that couldn't, under any circumstance, see me in this clothes.
Fucking Luka, out of all the fucking places!
"Excuse me ma'am-" I heard his voice behind me. Ma'm ?!
Without turning around I move out of his way, my heart pounding and my stomach twisting in embarrassment. Ma'm!? How old do I look in this clothes? At least he didn't looked at my face.
"Ain't no way." He laughed before I could disappear. "You really think I wouldn't recognize you."
I turned around and found him looking at me with a smile. He's so fine.
"Yes." I said, turning back around.
I felt him run after me, he took my arm and made me turn towards him. "What did I tell you about that?" I said, trying to disguise my nervousness.
"I'm sorry." He said. "You're out here alone?"
"My brother is outside." I find myself whispering. Why am I whispering?!
He smiles while looking down at me. "You look adorable."
My heart skips a beat and I feel the need to mask it. "Fuck out of here." Oh my God.
He chuckles. "I'm serious! What's the thing you have on called- Bonnet! You look adorable with it on."
What is it with him now? "You're doing to much."
"Maybe." He said looking at my lips. "Can I go to your house later?"
"My dad would kill you." I laughed.
"He doesn't have to know."
"He'll found out."
"we'll be quiet" he said caressing my cheek.
I smirk. "You sure you can do that?"
He chuckles. "We both know you're the one who has trouble with that."
"Yeah, sure."
"How about we prove who's right tonight?" He told me, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I promise, this is the last time that I give myself to him. "Alright."
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Luca
As I watch her figure walk away towards the car, which I assume is her brother's, I think about how excited I was when I heard a yes. I can't help but wonder if she's really just a good fuck, if there is something more to it.
" took you long enough, what were you doing?" Tyler asked me.
"I was just looking." I replied nonchalantly. "Hey just take me to my house after, I got some shit to do."
He looked at me in disbelief. "Are you going to leave me alone at that party?" He asked with a frown.
"No, babe, I'll just get there a little later" I told him mocking his whiny tone.
When I reached out my hand to caress his cheek, he slapped my hand away. "I'm fucking serious, you made me buy those mushroom-."
"You said you wanted to try them."I quickly cut him off.
We started arguing from the moment we left the store until we got to his car, even in there, he didn't stop talking and I, of course, made fun of him.
When I got home I couldn't help but feel excited, also nervous. I always made fun of my friends for doing stupid things to get laid, but what was I doing? Potentially risking my life to be in the tight, wet paradise of a girl who seems to hate me when I'm not fucking her.
And honestly I'm not complaining, she can tell me whatever she wants, as long as I can take it out on her later.
When I finally entered the house, I noticed that all the lights were off, there was no sound to indicate that someone was home. I took a deep breath, although the feeling of loneliness increased when I didn't hear my brother cry, I couldn't help but appreciate the absence of my father.
I headed towards my room when I heard aggressive banging against the front door.
It's 7 PM, who the fuck knocks on the door like that?!
Angry and restless I go to the door, without thinking it better I open the door and find four men dressed in all black.
Before I could speak, one of them did. "Is your father home?"
"No." I said, my voice didn't shake but my heart was racing.
Although I had never seen these guys in my life, a vague idea that was sitting in my head made sense now. Was my father doing dirty business through the company? Was he addicted to something?
A small smile appeared on the man's face. "I need you to give him a message." He told me, to later launch a blow towards my face that I could hardly dodge, I went further into the house to escape from the guys.
With my heart beating like crazy, I ran to the kitchen to head towards the back door, not counting on the fact that someone was already waiting for me there.
He immediately grabbed my neck, I kicked his torso and managed to get out of his grip. But this was only partial, the four men from before were at my back. "Your father prepared you to fight his battles?" Said one of them mockingly.
Before the first one could throw a punch I rushed to punch him in the jaw, this disorients him a bit, but it doesn't give me the advantage I need 'Cause there were four other motherfuckers ready to kick my ass.
And it wasn't long before they started to do it, they beat me until I couldn't stand up or defend myself, already on the ground they took it upon themselves to get the last bit of respect that I had for my father.
Then it was all pain.