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Pink Secrets & Little White Lies: The Beginning.

Novel By: Jennifer Brighton
Young adult



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Submitted:Mar 26, 2013    Reads: 21    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


.Megan's Little Secret.

After leaving Jesse at the lockers, I turned the corner and headed straight down the hall. I passed the main office and the cafeteria… and soon, I was standing at the gymnasium door. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped inside.

"Megan?" I called out into the darkness, but no one answered.
I heard faint voices, but I wasn't sure if they were real or if my mind was playing tricks on me. I never really liked dim lighting in large places… It spooked me for some reason. I expected ghouls and other grotesque creatures to be lurking around each obscure corner. But, I stood firm. I followed the voices I thought I heard, and found myself standing at the locker room door.
I could hear the voices louder now… One voice belonged to Megan, for sure, But the other voice, I couldn't quite make out.
"I thought that you were done with me?"
"I'm not sure what I want right now," Megan responded.
"So, what does that mean?"
"Well, right now that means--that means that I want you…"
The voices trailed off and became a lot more muddled… There were faint sounds here and there, but I couldn't really make out what they were.
I tipped further down the corridor of the locker room and… I heard a familiar noise. One that I hadn't been very familiar with before this week. It was quite sexual, I think… but, it couldn't be Megan who made the sound… could it?
I reached the end of the corridor and peered around the corner. At first, I was confused at what I was seeing… Then I quickly became mortified. Megan was standing dangerously close to Coach Bayne, the football coach at our high school. He had a hand upon her face, and it seemed as if he was trying to console her. But, I quickly realized that a more sinister plot would soon be carried out.
I glanced down… and he had his hand underneath her skirt. And Megan, once staring up into his wiry, blue eyes, bit her bottom lip and closed her troubled eyes. Did she want this? Was she a victim or was she participating?
It was hard to tell whether she was being forced or whether she was enjoying what was happening to her. I wanted badly to step in and begin yelling, "Step away from her, you creep!" But the frightened child within me refused to move forward, not even an inch.
He retracted his hand and placed it against her shoulder. He kissed Megan, lightly; and suddenly, he pushed her into the lockers. The force of her body slamming against the cold, metal doors created a sound so disgustingly loud, so deafening that it filled the locker room and reverberated through the small corridor in which I was standing.
Megan cried out shrilly, but Coach Bayne quickly kissed her to mute some of the sound. He placed his massive hand underneath her thigh and lifted her leg. He pulled her tiny frame towards his colossal body and lifted her other thigh, pulling both legs around his waist.
Megan didn't seem to fight back… She… was…allowing this thing--this sickening thing--to happen to her. She was enjoying the feel of this giant, rugged, older man pressed up against her fragile body.
I couldn't--I couldn't watch anymore. I turned around and walked out of there as fast as I could. And by the time I reached the end of the corridor, I heard Megan scream out again… At that time, I began to run. I ran as fast as my legs would take me. I jetted out of the corridor, through the dark gym, and out of the door into the hallway.
I ran through the school, stopping for nothing and no one… I darted past Jesse and out of the front door of the school. When I got outside, I slowed to a jog, and then, to a quickened walking pace. By the time I reached the street corner, Jesse had caught up with me. He grabbed my arm and yanked me back towards him.
"Wait a minute--Calm down!"
"No, Jesse I have to--I have to go home. I have to--I have to… Damn it! What do I have to do?!"
I collapsed into his arms and began to cry.
"What happened? Did you two get into a fight?"
"I wish it was that…" I said, sobbing into his chest. "My God, how I wish that was what it was…!"
"Jen, look at me… Look up at me," Jesse said, tilting my chin upward. "Tell me what happened…"
"She--Megan, she--I… I can't! I can't!"
"Jen," Jesse said, "Calm down, alright?"
I nodded my head, and a cool, November wind found its way through the trees and chilled my very soul. I wrapped my arms around Jesse's lean waist and clutched his jacket in my fists. The cotton of his shirt warmed my face.
"I just… I can't talk about it right now… Just, give me some time."
"Alright… Let me walk you home."
I took his hand and started down the street. With each slight breeze, one or a few leaves found their way to the ground. It was quiet… Our footsteps resounded against the frozen pavement. The day faded into gray, and the sharp branches of the barren trees jutted dangerously into the sky above.
We walked through the gate and up the driveway; mom was home. Her gray car disappeared into the mist alongside the house.
"I guess this is where we part…" Jesse said, reluctantly releasing my hand.
"Yes… I guess so…"
He pulled me close, and kissed me once, very gently upon the forehead. He looked down into my face with understanding eyes and brushed his thumb across my bottom lip.
"Guess I'll see you later--"
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Jesse pulled me close, and kissed me once, very gently upon the forehead. He looked down into my face with understanding eyes and brushed his thumb across my bottom lip.
"Guess I'll see you later--"
"Well, hey! Isn't this a surprise!"
I turned around quickly and saw that my mother was standing in the doorway. She had a large grin plastered across her face, and she looked Jesse up and down.
"Um, mom--"
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Brighton--"
"Ms. Brighton," she said, placing emphasis on the surname. "Nice to meet you! So Jenni-doll, why didn't you tell me you had a little boyfriend?"
"Oh, she doesn't talk about me?" Jesse said, grinning.
"Not even a little bit," she laughed.
"Oh, that's a shame," Jesse said, running his fingers through his hair.
"But me and Jenni haven't had much talking time, lately. So, that's justified--"
"Mom, can I just tell him goodbye, alone? Please?" I said, blushing shamefully.
"Very nice to meet you!" she said, running back inside of the house.
"She's a real firecracker."
"Yes, she is…" I said, rubbing my face. "Look, I'm gonna go."
"Alright."
"So… talk to you later?"
"Yea, definitely," he said, kissing my forehead again.
After Jesse left, I went inside and before I could take a breath, my mother met me at the door asking me all kinds of questions. And then, she rested on a conversation about practicing safe sex.
"I'm not gonna ask if you've been having sex with that boy, but--"
"Mom, please, not this…"
"Jennifer, I'm not gonna pretend as if it isn't possible, and if you aren't, I'm not gonna pretend that you're not interested."
"Mom…"
"Jen, stop it. Listen."
I piped down and let her finish what she had to say. "You can pretend that you're not interested… But, why would you masturbate if you weren't?"
"Mom, I wasn't--"
"Jen… don't. I washed your sheets today. Don't make me have to embarrass you further."
"Mom, no…" I put my face in my hands and sighed deeply. Hopefully she continues to believe that there isn't any foul play.
"I just hope that you didn't become interested suddenly because of that boy. He's charming, and he's a handsome young man… and that scares me. Just… be careful. Alright?"
I felt insulted… My mother invaded the sanctity of my room. And now, she was giving me a pep talk about dating dangerous men? What about Megan? She was in a much worse situation than me… At least I was involved with someone my age, and not some mature giant, who'd take no pains in ripping apart my delicate tendons.
I wondered if my mom would be more lenient if she had known of Megan's situation compared to my own… The poor woman thought her daughter was safe at practice. If only she had known that Megan was actually being penetrated in the dim, cold refines of the high school locker room--by the football coach, nonetheless!
Would my mom feel ashamed for the talk that she had been giving me? Would she feel guilty then for praising my friends' actions over my own? Megan's oblivious mother would kill to have daughter problems such as these.
"Jennifer? Jennifer, are you listening to me?"
"Um, yea… yes, mom… I hear you."
"I'm just asking you to be careful, alright?"
"Yes, mom… I will be."
"So, how was school today?" she said, attempting to clear the air.
"Well, I--" I stopped to think for a while.
"Well, you what?"
"I--um, aced my science exam today…"
"That's great!" she searched my face. "Are you sure that's all you had to tell me?"
I thought pensively for a second or two.
"Yes," I said with a smile. "Yes, that's all."

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