love lust - Yliana Martinez (best fantasy books to read .txt) 📗

“So you and Anthony are like dating right?” and right way she blushes. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I say then I ask if she knows how to play black ops and she says no, I almost go on a rampage “What do you mean no!?! That is like the best game in the universe…. Okay since your dick wad boyfriend didn’t show you I will; watch when I’m done with you you’ll be a master but maybe not as good as me but still beggers can’t be choosers.” At this she laughs like she doesn’t know I’m about as serious as I get. And with that I pop the game into the PS3 and we play, she’s actually kinda good. i keep glancing over at her, i wonder if he would be mad if after they break up i give it a try. God i know i shouldn't be thinking like that but i just can't help it; she's so pretty, it's weird it's like she's average but she's not. i really gotta get this under control. i try focusing on the game again but i can't focus on it completely and so i keep dying, to the point that she asks "Are you okay?" i stare at her for a minute or so then it gets awkaward so then i finally say "Yeah, I'm fine just a little distracted is all." if only she knew why. Surprise surprise

Chapter 9: surprise surprise

 

     It’s almost 2:30 when I come back home. I hear the TV blaring as soon as I come in and know that Chad is probably playing black ops like usual what I don’t see coming though is that Anna-bell is still here I was almost sure Chad would have scared her off or she had gotten tired of waiting for me. “Oh, hey your back, Chad was teaching me how to play black ops; he’s really good at it.” She tells me gingerly “Yeah you turd I can’t believe you have yet to show her!” Chad chimes in. he pauses the game and she gets up, turns to him and says “Can we resume the game maybe a little later?” I look him down because I know if I don’t he’ll try to make her stay because he loves to have someone to play against. “Yeah sure.” He says with some hesitation. She walks towards me and kisses me lightly on the lips making me want her. I take her hand and she follows me to the room. I turn on the TV and lay on the bed exhausted from the sun that had been blaring down on me all day. She lies next to me lying her head in the crook of my chest where it meets my armpit and her arm falls perfectly around my midsection, I readjust myself so that my arm wraps around her waist. I look her profile as she watches the TV and kiss her on the cheek, now she is looking at me another kiss this one on the lips; she smiles while kissing me I feel it pressing up on my cheek. I am ready her clothes off but I know she is not ready and so I must be content with kisses for now. I let my lips fall away from hers and she lays her head back down on my chest, I stroke her hair and watch TV as good as we can with the sun reflecting off it. I really don’t mind because I’m not paying the least bit attention. The next time I check my phone its almost 4:30 she then ask what time it is so I tell her, she starts to get up “I have to go make sure my mom is alright.” She starts to gather her things and I watch her commanding myself not to pull her back in. she hovers over me for a second then kisses me, right then I remember I am the one that drove her here. I get up and she asks “where are you going?” “I’m taking you home.” I say calmly, she quickly adds “You don’t have to.” I look her in the face and give her a quizzical look “Yeah I do I’m not letting you take the bus.” And somehow we end up in the car heading to her house this time, not mine.

Horrifying sight for sore eyes

Chapter 10: horrifying sight for sore eyes

 

We are in the car now and god I hope mom doesn’t do something out of the ordinary like sit outside or something because then she would she him, and even worse he would see her.  My thoughts are interrupted by the stomach pangs I am having I was having so much fun I had forgotten to eat today and it is just now hitting me. Shut up already when I get home I will feed you and not too much later it stops. We are around the McDonald’s close to home just 10 minutes after we pulled out of his driveway that means my house is give or take 14 minutes away from his. We turn into the street that my house is on and I get increasingly nervous because I know if he sees my mom he will take pity on me, the last thing I need from anyone. The car crawls into the driveway and thank god my mother is nowhere to be found outside, I open the car door and am just seconds from getting out when his hand reaches over and shuts it “Are you okay. you have been acting funny since I told you I was driving you home.” I have to reply quick or else he will think I got a guy in the house or something “Yeah I’m fine just worried that my mom hasn’t ate all day.” And with that I open the car door, kiss him and get out before he has time to ask more questions. I take the key out of my purse and open the door, he honks and I wave him goodbye. What I walk in to disturbs me, there are broken dishes and pieces of glass from picture frames all over the place and right in the middle of the mess, sobbing is the one and only, my mom. I rush to her side well at least as quick as I can while still avoiding the glass, when I get close I can make out what she is saying and it horrifies me “it’s okay now Wilber no need to yell, I will fix it.” She just keeps repeating that. Wilber was my father’s name and as I said he is dead. I take her in my arms and she cries even louder now. Why is it that whenever anything good in my life happens something has to go horribly wrong, to remind me there is no such thing as a remotely happy life in store for me maybe? That all I get is more pain and suffering in between the moments of happiness. I basically have to drag my mom to her room and force her up on the bed to give her the nightly sedatives prescribed to her. Then once I’m sure it’s okay to leave her room without her doing something crazy I go off to the TV room which is now my bedroom. I flop down on the comforter the couch then quickly get back up remembering that there is a bunch of glass all over the living room floor. Cleaning up the mess I hear my phone go off and I know who it is that text me because I have ringtones for everyone but the person messaging me right now is… Anthony. I scramble out of the sea of glass that is the floor and cut my knee, still I hobble over to my HTC Wildfire and reply to Anthony’s text asking if I’m okay. Yea im totally fine thx for asking I reply. I go back to the huge mess once more desperately trying to pick up every last piece… unsuccessfully. I get tired of the silence that surrounds me choking the last breath of hope I have and so I decide to go into my room to get my MP3 and the charger at least I’ll have something to listen to while I wallow in misery. I dash up the stairs to my room, grab my MP3 and run back down. Hello the screen lights and then my playlist shows up and I tap the song eyes on fire by blue foundation (zeds dead remix). The dubstep instantly calms me almost putting me into a trance, I am so deeply lost that when the song finishes (it almost 30 minutes long) I have two missed calls from Anthony, I call him back and he answers in the first two rings “Hey sorry for calling I just wanted to check up I was worried.” He says and I can’t help that my heart melts a little, “Oh no it’s fine but seriously I’m okay.”  “Oh okay, um bye I guess.” I respond “Okay bye.” And that is how most our phone calls end there is no chatting on about nonsense and I am happy for that because I’m not interested in all that extra stuff. Next song on my playlist is youth by foxes (adventure club remix) I love this song, (yes I know right now most of you think I’m like some kind of dubstep addict and to tell you the truth I am.) the beat flows with my emotions perfectly even though I don’t even know how I feel right now. The songs go by until I look at my phone and it’s almost 1 in the morning I had gotten lost in my dreams for a moment where I have no worries and there is no past, no future, only now and now felt so good when now was just about music and not the dramas of life. What I need is a TV Show I swear I could turn my life into a reality TV show. The thought makes me smile a bit. I walk back into the TV room and lie back down on my bed/family couch and click the TV on, right now there are 3 shows on that I like Jerry Springer a classic, Mythbusters, and The Parkers all very good choices. I end up alternating between Jerry Springer and