WARNING: This story contains strong language, extreme and graphic violence, nudity, explicit sexual content as well as rape.
What is love really? It's when you care about someone unconditionally. No matter what. I didn't know that before. I never knew what love really was until after it was too late to love. This is my fault. I can't believe I was such a bitch. I wish I could just go back and change everything. Change the way I acted. Change the things I said. Change the way I handled things. I just wish I would have known sooner. I wish I could just start over from the beginning and change it all for you, because you deserved so much more.
1 Year Earlier
A young man and woman sat together on a patio conversing, sipping lemonade and enjoying the somewhat cloudy yet clear sky.
"So you're gonna do it today?" The woman said.
"No, not today. I don't think I'm ready. By the end of the week, I think I will though." The man replied, sitting back in the folding chair with his hands behind his head.
"But what if she says no?" The woman asked, sitting her glass of lemonade on the round, glass table.
"Shut up, Amy. It's hard enough just thinking of what to say." The man said in annoyance.
"Well you never know. But what if she does?"
"I really hope it doesn't rain this week." He said suddenly, not paying her any attention.
"Okay, nevermind. You're just trying to avoid the question." She replied, with a bit of attitude in her voice.
"I'm not avoiding it. It's just stupid." He said in a nonchalant tone, angering the girl a little. She sighed in annoyance.
"Whatever. But don't get mad at me if you get rejected." she said in spite, folding her arms across her chest and raising her chin.
"Oh, don't worry. I won't." he said sarcastically.
"Amy. Can you come here for a minute?" the voice of another woman called.
"Guess that's you queue." the man smiled softly. The girl groaned.
"Why do I always have to act as your girlfriend's maid? Isn't that what you're for?" she said, aggrivated.
He snickered a bit but didn't answer. The girl glared at him, not amused.
"Amy!" the woman called again, a bit louder than before.
"I'm coming." she replied loudly, getting up and walking into the apartment through the glass screen door.
Once she left, the man looked up at the bright sky, thinking aimlessly as the light gray clouds hid the sun behind their matter.
'...What if Amy's right though...?' he thought to himself.
He immediately erased the thought.
'No. Why am I even taking what she says seriously? When does she ever make sense?' He thought, getting up from his seat.
A strong, swift breeze ran through the air. "I really hope it doesn't rain the week." he said, walking into the apartment and shutting the glass screen door shut.
Meanwhile, Amy walked up the stairs and into a bedroom to answer her call.
"You rang?" she said with attitude, however an article of clothing suddenly slapped her in the face. She slammed the clothing onto the floor in annoyance.
"Maya, what the hell are you doing in my room? And why are there clothes everywhere?" Amy yelled, assessing the mess of a bedroom.
"I'm trying to find a shirt for tomorrow but I don't know what to wear." Maya said as she rummaged through the closet.
"You have clothes! Why the hell are you going through my stuff?" Amy asked.
"I wanted to wear something different. That's all." Maya replied, her head still in the closet.
"And so you thought it would be okay to go in my closet without asking?" Amy scowled.
"Amy, you're like a sister to me. And sisters share, right?" Maya said as she held up a bright pink sweater, assessed it, then threw it over her shoulder.
"Um, no. I don't even share toothpaste with Micah so why would I share clothes with you?" Amy said with sass.
"Amy, come on." Maya pleaded.
"Can you pick my clothes up and get out please-"
"This is too cute!" Maya said with delight.
She held a white v-neck shirt with a golden belt under the torso area.
Her deep brown eyes glimmered as she looked at it.
"Where did you get this? Oh my God, I have to wear this!" Maya said happily.
"What! No! I haven't even worn that yet." Amy replied.
"Perfect! It can get put to good use then." Maya smiled.
"I said no!" Amy yelled.
"Come on, Amy. Just this one time." Maya pleaded, poking her lip out as if she were a child.
Amy sighed in annoyance. "Fine. Just this once. But if anything happens to it you're paying me back every last penny." Amy said.
"Thank you so much, Amy. What would I do without you?" Maya smiled, hugging her with glee.
"Yea. Whatever. Can you put my clothes back now?" Amy said with a bit of attitude.
"I was going to anyways." Maya smiled, picking up the clothes she had thrown around the room in her search and returning them to their original spaces.
After she had finally finished picking up her mess, Maya took the shirt she had picked out of Amy's closet and began to change into it.
"Um, what are you doing?" Amy asked.
"Trying the shirt on. I can't go out in something if I don't even know if I can fit it." Maya said, removing the shirt she had on and revealing her bra and cleavage.
Amy examined her body in jealousy and blushed a bit.
"What?" Maya asked, sensing her eyes watching her.
"I hate you." Amy said suddenly in a playful tone.
"You hate me? What did I do? Are you still mad that I went through your clothes?" Maya asked in confusion.
"No..." Amy replied, still blushing a bit. "Then what?" Maya wondered, a little aggitated.
"...Because, you look like one of those video models." Amy said.
Maya burst into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Amy asked.
"That's what you're mad about?" Maya said in between chuckles.
"Yes! It's just not fair. Life would be so much easier if I had what you have." Amy said, sitting on her bed with her chin in her hand.
"Don't think so negatively. You never know. Maybe you'll grow a bit soon." Maya smiled.
"Don't try and make me feel better. I'm already past the growing stage. I think this is all I'm getting. Stupid genetics. How old do you have to be to get plastic surgery?" Amy said, looking down at her average bustline with her hands on her narrow hips.
"I think 18, but you don't need plastic surgery. And look at the bright side. You have pretty hair and eyes. I wish my eyes were like yours." Maya said, admiring Amy's long, curly black hair and big, olive green eyes.
"18? Yes! Only one short year and I'm gonna have curves like Beyonce!" Amy said happily.
Maya giggled again. "Amy, I'm telling you, you're thinking too much about it. Guys would kill to have a girl with eyes and hair like you."
"Yea, whatever. That's something a little weave and colored contacts can fix for anybody. Not everybody can have curves for a cheap price." Amy scowled.
"Stop being so insecure. It makes me feel bad." Maya said.
"Feel bad? For what? You're the one with big titties and an ass here. You've got measurements that a Kardashian would hate on. And don't talk to me like I'm some little girl. You're only 4 years older than me." Amy said audaciously.
Maya scowled at her cheeky demeanor. "Okay. I'll just brush your attitude off. But anyways, does this shirt look good or should I pick something else?" Maya asked, putting the shirt she picked on and looking in the mirror.
"It's a little tight, but I think it's good." Maya said as she changed poses in the full size mirror. Amy frowned.
"A little tight? Your stretching my shirt out! And your boobs are about to pop out. You know what, you can just have it. Once you take it off there's no way in hell it's gonna fit me." Amy said in annoyance.
"Really? Thanks Amy. I figured you wouldn't need it anyways." Maya smiled. Amy frowned, not amused.
"Yea. Whatever. Where are you even going tomorrow anyway?" Amy asked.
"My friend's coming into town for a couple of days and she wanted to go to the amusement park tomorrow when she comes in." Maya explained, putting her original shirt back on.
"Amusement park? In that shirt? Or did Micah want you to wear something like that?" Amy asked.
"He's not going with me." Maya replied.
"What? Really, why?" Amy wondered.
"He said that he wanted me to go spend some time with her while she's here since she lives so far away and we don't see each other often." Maya said.
"So, it's just you and your friend going to the amusement park...and you plan on wear that?" Amy responded, pointing to the shirt Maya had picked out of her wardrobe.
"Yea. Why do you say it like that?" she wondered, catching Amy's suspicious vibe.
"So are you looking for boyfriend #2 or something? Why would you wear something like that to ride rollercoasters knowing that you're gonna get thirsty stares from guys?" Amy asked.
"No. Why would I do that? I'm wearing a coat with it anyway. And it's supposed to be chilly tomorrow. Calm down." Maya said.
"Well, I can't wait to see Micah's reaction when he sees that shirt. I should go downstairs and tell him now." Amy said, a bit maliciously, as she began to walk out the room to snitch.
Maya took her by her wrist lightly, stopping her in her tracks.
"You don't need to tell your brother a thing. I was gonna show him later on. I just needed to actually find the shirt first." Maya said. Amy looked at her for a second.
"Whatever you say." she said, walking out of her room. " Whatever you say." she repeated slowly from the hallway. Maya scowled.
'She's something else. I never thought of how annoying it would be to have a little sister. I wonder how he deals with her when I'm not around.' Maya thought, taking her new shirt and walking out of the room as well, shutting the door behind her and walking into the bedroom across the hall.
Once in the room, she opened a drawer in the dresser and folded her new shirt up as small as possible.
She then proceded to stuff the folded shirt into the very back of the drawer, underneath all the clothes that had already been there. Looking around in every direction to make sure no one was watching, she grabbed her pink cell phone off of the dresser and scrolled through her contacts list.
She dialed a number. Maya waited for the other line to pick up with frustration.
Meanwhile, Amy walks back outside to talk to her brother.
"You took forever. What did she need?" he asked.
"Micah, you will not believe this. She went in my room and went through all my clothes to find a shirt to wear." she explained, with frustration in her voice.
"In your clothes? That doesn't even make sense. You're damn-near flat chested, why would she take your shirt?" he wondered, chuckling a little by his sister's explanation.
"For when she goes to the amusement park tomorrow and I said the exact same thing. I just let her have the thing since she stretched it out when she tried it on with her tits damn-near popping out of it." Amy said.
"Amusement park?" he said in confusion.
"Huh? She said that her friend was coming in town or something and you said it was fine." Amy explained.
"What...? She never told me that." Micah said, a bit puzzled by the news.
Amy raised an eyebrow.
"She even said that her friend was a girl but I highly doubt that. That shirt she got out of my closet exposes way too much cleavage for this 'friend' to be a woman." Amy said. Micah was so confused.
He didn't really know what to say. It just all didn't make sense.
"That doesn't make any sense. Why would she not tell me that?" he said out loud.
Amy looked at her brother and could tell that this was truly bothering him. He put his fingers through his jet black hair as he thought. He then looked at Amy with his sharp, bright amber eyes seeming a bit angry.
"I think you just made that all up." He said to her.
"Wait, what?" she said, confused."You would do something like that just to ruin our relationship and get rid of her. I'm not stupid, Amy, I see right through your little plan." he bluntly said.
"Are you serious? Why would I make that up?" Amy said in frustration.
"I mean, you've never really liked Maya in the first place. Why can't you just get over it and let me be happy?" he said in anger.
"Whatever. If you don't want to believe me, fine. I'm just trying to help you out so you wont get your heart broken. But you're too closed minded to see that." she argued.
"Okay. I believe it when I see it." he said sarcastically.
"Alright, cool. Then when she leaves out tomorrow, or sneaks out since she never told you about this, let's follow her and see whose right." Amy said with sass.
"Fine. We will." he said with a smirk, sure that his sister was a liar. "Alright, then. You owe me if I'm right." Amy said.
"Same goes for you, then. Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna go take a nap." he said, opening the screen door and slamming it shut. Amy watched him walk away, then laid her head on the table between her arms.
'He never listens to me. He thinks that just because he's older than me that I don't make any sense. What 20 year old with sense would really think that I was lying? Ugh, this pisses me off!' Amy thought in frustration.
'And why did I just make a deal like that with him. He's gonna be so heartbroken. She's such a bitch. Stupid hoe.' she continued mentally.
'I just hope it doesn't mess him up...'. Amy's eyes watered at the thought.
She hated that her own brother didn't believe her. She hated Maya. She just didn't know what to do. She just laid her head down in the cool breeze in deep meditation.
After waiting for the other line to pick up for what felt like years, someone finally answered.
"Hello." the deep voice of a man said through the phone.
"Why did it take so long for you to answer?" Maya asked the man.
"Sorry about that. I just got back from the gym and I was in the shower. I had to get cleaned up." the man explained.
"You better have. I can't be with a dirty, sweaty guy all day tomorrow." she giggled.
"I can't wait until tomorrow. What are you wearing for me?" he asked, lust in his voice. Maya chuckled.
"You'll see. I've got to leave it for your imagination." she smiled.
"Oh, you're playing games with me now, huh?" the man said playfully.
"A little." she replied in small voice.
"So, when are you gonna leave the motherfucker you're living with and come be with me. I'm tired of sharing that ass with some other dude." the man asked.
"I'll do it tomorrow, I promise. It's hard sneaking out to see you, you know. I'm gonna pack my stuff and just break it to him tomorrow. Besides, I think his sister's getting suspicious anyway." she explained.
"You obviously haven't been sneaky enough. How old is she?" the man wondered.
"She's 17. She's like a damn detective, she's just waiting for me to do something and go run to her brother because she doesn't like me. She's a jealous little girl." she said.
"It sounds like you guys don't get along. Hm. That's too bad. At 17, she could've came and joined in on our little fun sometime." the man snarkled.
"Ew. That's so wrong. Don't say stuff like that. You sound like a pervert." she said.
"Calm down, I was just kidding. Well, I am a pervert I guess." the man laughed.
Maya giggled along with him. Suddenly she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
"I'll see you tomorrow, baby. I think I hear him coming up the stairs." Maya whispered into the phone.
"Alright. See you tomorrow, babe. What time should I come?" the man asked.
"7:30's fine. Meet me at the stop sign at the end of the street so they don't hear the car engine. Him and his sister will should be sleep by then anyways." she said.
"Alright. 7:30 it is then." the man assured himself.
"Night, babe." the man said in a seductive tone.
Suddenly, Maya heard Micah's voice from the hallway calling her name.
"Okay, love you, bye." Maya said quickly, hanging the phone up and laying on the bed as if nothing ever happened. Micah then walked into the room.
"I heard you on the phone so I waited to come up here. Who was that, anyway?" he asked, oblivious to her hidings.
"Oh, just my mom." she lied.
"Oh." he said, shrugging his shoulders lightly and laying on the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"So, Amy comes downstairs and starts bitching about how you went in her room and through her clothes and then she tells me that you were going to the amusement park with a 'friend' tomorrow. She even said that you told her I knew about it. What's that all about?" he asked.
A nerve sparked in Maya's head. She couldn't believe what she had just heard.
"What the hell is she talking about? Is she just saying that to cause problems? What's her issue? Does she not have enough girl drama when she goes to school?" Maya asked.
"I knew she was lying. I don't get why she feels like she has to make up lies about you." he said, laying his head on her shoulder.
"Why doesn't she like me? I mean, have I done something wrong to her in this past 2 years?" she asked him.
"I don't know. She's been acting like a petty little girl lately." he said.
"I'm sorry to say this about her because she's your little sister, but I honestly think that she's jealous of me." Maya said.
"Actually, I kinda agree with that. She always says how she wishes she had your body and stuff like that. I think that's why she doesn't like you." Micah explained.
"I mean...I don't know why she hates me so much. All I've tried to do was be her big sister and she repays me by telling you lies about me. I just don't understand." Maya sniffled, laying her head on Micah's chest and making whimpering noises.
"Maya, don't cry like that. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it, I promise." he comforted her, putting his fingers through her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair.
"No. I don't want to cause problems between you two." she said, looking up at him with a puppy-dog face.
"Don't worry about it. You're not causing problems at all. She's being rude and I have to take care of it." he said.
"If you say so." she whimpered, snuggling in his arms.
"I've gotta get in the shower. It's all gonna be fine, trust me. Okay?" he said getting up from the bed, kissing her as he did.
She nodded her head with a vulnerable look on her face. He turned away from her and walked into the bathroom right outside the bedroom.
Once she heard the door shut, Maya smiled sinisterly.
"Well, since he's in the shower, guess this is the perfect time to pack my clothes." she said, getting from the bed and opening the closet.
Everything was going in her favor and no one even had a solid clue.
Well, that was chapter one. Yea, I know it was kinda boring but things pick up next chapter. Review Please!
(A/N: Also, to clarify the ages of the characters here. Amy is 17, Micah is 20, and Maya is 21. Just so there's no confusion.)]
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