I sat on the couch, holding Harmony in my arms. I felt a little bad for taking so long, but when we’d woken up and started getting ready for Liam’s departure, I figured it had been about time to let our little girl know that her dad would be going away for a while.She hadn't cried, but she was being pouty about it, and not speaking. I knew, sometime after he left, she’d come to me and cry, and when she did, I would cry with her. Sometimes, things just seemed to hit her late, and when they did, they hit hard. It reminded me a little of myself at times.Liam brought down the last of his suitcases and set it at the base of the stairs, then glanced over at us. He arched an eyebrow at me, but all I could do was sigh.“Harmony?” I said slowly, pulling her away from my chest so I could look at her face. She kept her head ducked down, but I tilted it up by the chin, and she finally met my eyes. “I know you’re sad that Daddy is going away, but he has to leave soon, so why don’t you say goodby
“How the hell are we supposed to find a parking spot here?” I grumbled.“Watch your mouth,” Adele reprimanded lightly.I rolled my eyes, but looked in the rearview mirror at Harmony, in the backseat and held down by a seatbelt. She looked to be paying full attention to her juice box, though.“Shouldn’t we have waited to get here before giving her anything to drink?” I asked, still looking for a space to park.“It’s fine. I figured we could find a bathroom before we go in or something.”I just hummed. A moment later, I finally found somewhere to park the car, and it wasn’t too far away from the stadium. I pulled into space, and the three of us got out of the car.“Give me your hand, honey,” Adele said, holding her hand out to Harmony.Our little girl pouted. “Mom, I think I’m old enough now that we can go around without you holding my hand.”I sighed and rolled my eyes, seeing Adele pout as well. Three years had gone by, and Harmony was seven years old now. She also seemed to be going
I sat down with my friend in her room, helping her do up her make-up. We had friends and family running around, helping get ready for the wedding.“This brings back memories,” Chanel said, her eyes twinkling at me.I sighed. “I remember. My wedding that I ended up sharing with my mom. Honestly, I don’t know if I’m jealous of you or not because I didn’t exactly mind how things turned out that day…”Chanel had been there for me, but she’d been too busy to stick with me the entire time, and I’d had Mom there to help me out. Chanel’s mom was around, but she was acting more as a supervisor than anything.“Mom!”I looked up at my baby’s call and gasped. “Oh, honey, you look so pretty!”“Pretty,” Chanel said, sounding just as awed as I did.“Thanks for inviting me to your wedding, Aunt Chanel,” Harmony said, before running away to join the other kids, not waiting for a reply.Chanel sighed. “Adele, your kid is such a sweetheart. And she’s already so big! When Dwayne and I have our kids, they
I hated her so much. Chanel had dragged me to one of those parties that the popular girls and boys went to on the last Friday of every month. It was some kind of crazy ritual that every kid in school dreamed about being invited to. Not me. I had a dream, and it was to get an education and get out of town. Don’t get me wrong; there’s nothing wrong with the town of Small Borne, but there’s more to life than one place and I want to experience it. And that’s why my body, mind, and soul were focused on college. Not like Chanel; she only had her body, mind and soul focused on Dwayne, the all-star quarterback that was going places. Just like me. “Adele, can you walk faster? We’re late!” Chanel half-whispered and half-screeched at me. “I would if I didn’t have this stupid skirt on, and make-up that’s a second skin on my face.” Okay, so it was a bit of an exaggeration. The make-up wasn’t stopping me from seeing, but I was only keeping her company and I didn’t want to be anywhere n
The night seemed to go on and on, and not only was I slightly dizzy from drinking too much, but also I was cold from sitting in my panties in the damn woods. It was my idea; I was the one that started playing this stupid game. No one had forced a gun to my head. The crazy part was that Chanel felt bad so she had stripped to her underwear too, before it was even her turn. Neither of the guys protested about it. I did, a bit, but once again I felt like the stick in the mud at even suggesting that she should keep her clothes on, when everyone was happy for her to be naked. I must admit that the guys had thought of everything and weren’t the reckless assholes that I had thought they were. They had made some hotdogs so we wouldn’t be completely drunk, and the mood changed as they didn’t seem so sleazy as Liam lifted up his arms and took off his shirt. “About time it’s not just us that are half-naked!” I sighed. At least they were stripping as I shoved the last piece of hotdog in my mo
I was a virgin and we were in the woods. I couldn’t believe that I had openly invited him to take me right then and there. I had envisaged, like most girls did, that it would be at the Prom or on a date night that a couple would seal their love for each other. Then again, there was no love between Liam and me. Only lust. It had to be that. “Touch me,” he blurted. God, it must have been written on my face. From the moment he took off his shirt, that’s all I had wanted to do. Touch him. Does that make me some kind of freak?I didn’t care as I started to drag my fingers through every groove and channel of his torso. It was as if there wasn’t any meat on him, only muscle. His abs, they were so damn big. There was something that was so damn potent, yet dangerous, about it. As if he could take me at any moment and I didn’t have the strength to fight him off. But I could tell by the fact that he wanted me to feel him, that he wanted me to do it of my own free will. I loved the way that h
We were dressed and Liam was holding me in his arms. I felt safe and warm as we sat on the mat. I knew that something had changed within me after we put on our clothes. He didn’t feel like the boy that I wanted to avoid anymore. The opposite; he felt like the boy that I couldn’t see myself without. “Liam, are things going to be different now?”“Do you want them to be?”I hated when someone answered a question with a question. He laughed and then kissed me on the cheek, “I was kidding; sure they’ll be different.”I was just about to say something when both Dwayne and Chanel came out of wherever they’d disappeared to and it was clear—as Chanel’s skirt seemed to be a thing of the past—that they’d been up to exactly the same thing we had been. I laughed as I saw Chanel trying to get the leaves out of her hair. I stood up and decided that I would help her, “Have fun did we?”She hugged me and said, “More importantly did you have fun?”I kissed her on the cheek and squeezed her so tight.
“We need to stop doing this,” I purred as he started to study me with lust. It was written all over his face. My mom was out with his dad and they wouldn’t be back ’till late. Real late, and we were using that time to get to know each other. All over again. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. It just feels wrong.”“And that makes you want me even more.”His eyes were undressing me as we stared at each other. Our eyes continued to be locked as we both headed up the stairs and toward my room. “Besides, coming in through the front door is so much easier than climbing the tree. Sorry about the photo. Did I break it?”I quickly changed the subject, remembering the other night when he climbed into my room and nearly broke the photo. The last one that was taken before he was taken away from me. A hit and run they’d called it. They never caught the person, but I knew that one day they’d find out who did it. Until that day, I kept his photo near my bedside just a reminder that I’d never forget a