Tattoo Your Name Across My Forehead & I will Pretend As If Its Not There.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Abused teen falls in love with a guy five years older.......

One-shot

Third Person

******

He slapped her; her head turned with the force and she grinded her teeth together, eyes closed. Whatever happened she wasn’t going to let him know that it hurt like hell. She was strong, she looked up at him.

“Tell me who the father is!” her father shouted at her, as she sat in front of him with hatred etched in her eyes. She doesn’t think no one could hate her father more than she does now.

Her back ached in pain as she remembered the blow she received there a while back. That sent her to the ground as she crawled away from this thing hovering above her that she calls her father. “No” she simply said. This angered her father even more as he raised his arm once again to slap her across the face.

“You’re not gonna tell me?” he shouted down to her; she shook her head stiffly. She was never gonna tell who the father was, especially if it was to him. Because if she did, her father would kill him and she wasn’t going to let that happen.

He loved her and she loved him- even though she didn’t know what love was but that was okay because he would show her what love was when she was ready.

He was twenty one; she was sixteen.

Her father’s hand came flying down, ready to make contact to her face. He was the very epitome of angry while her face was as hard as stone, staring her father in his eyes. She wasn’t scared. She knew better. She was ready for another slap from her father. He could beat her from now till the next century but the very utterance of the father of her baby will never leave her lips.

“Abigail?” she heard her name call as she and her father, with his hand frozen in air, looked at the doorway to see her older brother and sister; for him, his daughter and son.

She automatically jumped to her feet and ran to the doorway. Her father stopped her halfway; she turned to look at him. “We’re not done here, Abby” She turned back and spoke over her shoulder. “Well I am.”

She wrapped her sister in a big bear bug when she reached them. Next in line was her brother. Her sister crossed over to her and held Abigail’s lower face in her hands. Abigail looked up at her. “Did you tell the father as yet?” she asked. All Abigail could do was shake her head and look down.

After a second passed, “I don’t know what he’ll say or how he’ll react” she looked up at her sister with pleading eyes begging her to take this away from her. “I’m afraid, Tess.”

“I know” her sister told her. “We all are” Tess hugged her sister in a breath taking hug, removing one hand from her face to the back of her head. “Do you have his number?” she asked as not more than a second passed by. Abigail nodded in the crook of her sister’s neck, then removed herself from the hug and crossed over to where her cell phone lay. Her father had left the room, she didn’t know where he went and she didn’t care either but she wasn’t going to jump even if he reappeared in the room. She wasn’t afraid of anyone. She had gone through this so many times before that her body adapted to the treatment she received from her father. Strange? Yes but it was true.

Flipping open her cell, she scrolled down to Brent’s name and pressed the green knob. It rang once, twice, three times before a deep yet high voice answered the phone; the father of her child. “Hello.”

“Hey” She said after a few seconds passed and gulped, “It’s me.”

He recognized her voice instantly and sounded worried. “Oh my goodness! Abby, are you okay?”

She positioned for all her weight to fall to her right foot and held the phone tightly in her hand. She nodded “Yeah! I’m okay. How are you?”

He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in, “I’m fine, but you’re the one I’m concerned about. I tried passing by but your dad said that how you weren’t allowed to speak to anybody.”

She held her breath. “Oh! About that, I really need to talk to you.”

A clatter came from his end of the phone, “I can pass by if you want m-”

“No!” she cut him off, “Its best if you know beforehand, you know before you go do something you’ll regret.”

“Okay” He said; the clatter stopped. “Is this about what happened that night?” he asked.

She gulped once again, keeping her heartbeats in check as they went thump, thump, thump against her chest and they seemed to go even faster as time went by. How was she supposed to tell Brent that she was pregnant, with his child? She didn’t think she could do this.

She looked over to her sister who had sat down with Jordan on the couch across from her, and saw that Tess was urging her to continue. Her father hadn’t returned as yet, and she would appreciate it if he didn’t.

“Abby?” she heard her name call through the phone.

“Hmm” she answered.

“Is this about what happened that night?” he asked again. She began to nod slowly, holding her cell as if her life depended on it. “Yeah…” she drawled out as a whisper and looked down.

A hand touched her shoulder and she jumped turning around to see her sister. Abigail smiled sadly at her, and then turned her attention to the cell in her hands.

“Are you in trouble, Abby?” he asked, sounding worried.

“No” she told him and rubbed her still flat stomach; she was three weeks. “We both are.”

******

-- WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT—

…Flashback to three weeks ago…

…First Person…

Me and my besties; Alana, Richelle & Micaylah had went out for the night at this hot new club down Fifth named Intoxicated. At first I thought it was a bad idea seeing as my dad was not one for dancing the night away, but Micaylah said that it would be good for me.

Numero uno was so that I could get my head clear. Dos, was that I could forget all about my ex, TJ who dumped me for the hoe in Spanish and tres was- well because we hadn’t hanged out in a long time together as friends, which brings me back to TJ. He was a good boyfriend, don’t get me wrong. He was perfect you know; lovable, a total gentleman, always stuck by my side, romantic. On the plus side, he was a total hottie but that wasn’t the point. The point was, even though he was all those things; he had me on a leash. I could only go where ‘he’ said was ‘appropriate’. I had to tell him exactly where I was going and who I was going with, if there will be any guys who will hit on me when hanging with my friends and most importantly, the one thing I hated the most was that I had to ask for his permission. If he said no, I stayed at his house and either one; be forced to have sex with him or two; just talk and whatever. I didn’t mind because I loved him, and I thought he loved me which turned into a lie, a complete and total nightmare that night I caught him having sex with the same hoe from Science class.

“Abby” I heard my name call as my bestie Alana called from the front seat.

“Yeah” I turned from the window to look at her.

“You said you wanted to pass by Brent before you went home, right?”

I nodded.

“I still don’t get why you talk to him Abby.” Kayla looked at me through the rear-view window and quickly glanced back to the road. She was our designated driver and a very good one at that too and if you hadn’t guessed, she hated Brent to a tee.

“I like him-”

Richelle rolled over in my lap, snuggling up close to me causing me to jump a bit and look down at the friend who was passed out on my lap. “Ugh” she groaned. “I wuv oo, Trent.” She slurred at me. “Am glad u my boyfriend.” she told me hugging me even tighter, and I could not help the laughs that were trying to explode.

Alana looked over her shoulder, trying not to laugh herself while Micayla just kept her eyes on the road with a small smile to her face. We all knew the story of her and Trent and I mean who wouldn’t? He was all she could talk about.

You see he was this guy she had liked for the longest while ever since I remember. You know the total mega hottie of the school but he wasn’t my type. He was too self conceited with himself and a jerk of an ass to even begin with and plus he got on my nerves. Anyways, after a few years which felt like decades to me she decided to go tell him that she liked him when she caught him looking at her.

Of course that was the biggest mistake of her life. She came back, crying her eyes out bawling down the place like a baby because he told her that he would never like her because she wasn’t pretty enough, which in my opinion, was total rubbish.

“Abby! Would you try not to laugh at her? She’s already drunk and Richelle honey, Trent’s not your boyfriend.”

Richelle lifted her pointing finger to the air. “Oh yesss!” she dropped her hand to the side. “I know I shud’ve told oo guys but me an Trent fucked each otters brains off last week” she smiled looking up at me then of course passed out again, so yeah! She was drunk. Big time!

“Is she out again?” Kayla asked as she glanced through the mirror once again before quickly looking back at the road.

I looked down to Richelle and flicked her nose, waiting for a response. I looked back up to see that Kayla was constantly checking the back seat. I smiled, “Like a light-bulb.”

“I don’t get why she drinks so much when we go out?” she asked.

“Probably to forget the roller coaster she goes on every-time she’s around Trent.” Alana answered for her.

I nodded in the back seat as I gently brushed back Richelle’s hairline with my finger. “Yeah Kayla she’s been through a lot with Trent, and even though he ignores her one day and acts like if he’s in love with her the next, she still sticks with him.”

“Stop by the gate you’re coming to Kayla” Alana said suddenly which caused me to look up to see that we had just entered Butterfly Drive where I lived and Brent’s house came into view. A smile automatically slipped itself on my face as the car slowed down.

Kayla looked through the rear-view mirror, “Be careful, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I will be” I assured her as Alana opened the front door to trade places with me when I leave. I opened the door slowly making sure Alana was outside the door before quickly lifting Richelle’s head off my lap and jumping out. Alana sat and I rested my passed out friend’s head on Alana’s lap before closing the door.

I walked down the length of the car and stopped at the driver’s door. I bent until I saw Micaylah. “I know you don’t like how Brent’s five years older than me and I shouldn’t even be talking to him in the first place, but I can’t help the way I feel around him.”

She opened her mouth to say something but I stopped her with my hand. I knew exactly what she was going to say. “I trust him enough to know that he won’t try anything and I’ll appreciate it if you just try to get along with him next time you see each other.”

I looked at her waiting for an answer, but she said none. Before she drove off, “That’s not going to happen” she said as the space where the car was, was now empty. I sighed, crossing over to the pavement and opened the gate. I closed it behind me and started to walk to the front door. I caught a glimpse of someone sitting on the swing at the side, but I didn’t pay attention to who it was. I was pretty damn sure it was his obnoxious seventeen year old brother, Jamal who tried to hit on me every time I came over.

I walked up the few steps, crossing over the gallery and knocked the door. I could feel the form of whoever was sitting on the swing, staring me down but I refused to turn and see Jamal’s despicable face that always had the smug look that seemed tattooed to his face when I was around.

“Hey” he spoke. I cursed beneath my breath hoping that Brent would show up already and open the damn door that I kept knocking ever so often. “That’s no use, Abby. Everyone’s asleep upstairs” The swing creaked as he got up and footsteps I could now hear.

A smile silently slipped itself on my face, as I realized who it was. Brent. I turned in his direction and ran to engulf him in a huge bear hug. He had lost his balance just a bit, before regaining it. He slightly pushed me off him, “Whoa there, Abby. What’s the matter with you?” he laughed off.

I couldn’t help but smile at his words. Matter of fact, I couldn’t help but smile when I was around him full stop. How I was feeling now, was phenomenal; out of this world. I felt as if on top of the world. I didn’t think anyone else could make me feel how I felt right at this moment.

I went up to my tippy-toes, holding on to his arms for support and kissed him. He kissed back. “Nothing, I’m just excited to see you is all.”

He leaned back and ducked his head, perching his left eye-brow up at me. “Oh really!” he rested his arms on his hips while I nodded. “So why were you ignoring me all the time?”

“Oh, I’m sorry” I apologized, adjusting myself so I’d be more comfortable on my feet and wrapped my arms around his neck while he stood back straight. “I thought you were Jamal.”

He tsked and wrapped his arms around my waist, “You should know better, Abby” He bent and kissed my nose causing me to giggle and him to smile. “Jamal goes out at least every Friday night.”

I dropped my head as I cursed. How could I have forgotten that tiny amount of information? “Right, that was my bad” I shrugged seeing that the end of the carpet showed a small triangle at the edge. “I guess I just forgot.”

He lifted my chin up to look him in his eyes with one finger and at once, I got lost. His eyes were the very epitome of love and adoration as it showed what he felt that he was too afraid to say in words. My own blue orbs flickered across to every color that I saw. There was a touch of green here and there with a dash of gold now and again. I couldn’t help the sudden urge that overcame me as my eyes flickered down to his lips and back up to his eyes; I wanted to kiss him.

It seemed as though he was thinking the exact same thing as he leaned down the exact same time with me and our lips collided. I moaned as his arms started snaking around my back, pulling me closer to him. I removed one arm from his neck and trailed down his chest while the other just began pulling the short hair at the back of his neck. He groaned, from deep inside his throat as I slid my hand up his vest and caressed the bare skin there. I needed more; I needed to feel skin against skin and more importantly; I needed him.

He broke away from the kiss panting heavily, and so was I. He rested his forehead against mine, closed his eyes and reopened them looking down at me. I just smiled. I still could not believe that this boy wanted me. The most perfect guy ever! The one you’d be searching for, for a lifetime wanted me! He cared so much that it hurt him every time I wasn’t with him, and to tell you the truth I felt the same way. I mean I didn’t know much about love and even though I loved TJ, we never had what Brent and I shared. The love was much stronger as if it was the only thing holding us together and if we ever let go, everything would fall to the ground around us.

Who would’ve ever thought that I, Abigail Nicole Valentino would fall for a guy five years older than me?

My hand on his chest slid down to his waist as he shivered from the shocks it sent down his spine. Gripping the skin at his waist tightly in my hand, I stood on tippy toes once again and lightly brushed cheek against cheek to kiss the lobe of his ear. I bit down softly and he groaned, sending an emotion throughout me that I’ve never felt before as he held me tightly against his chest. “I want you” I softly whispered in his ear making my way down his neck, lightly biting and leaving hickies.

He nodded, moving his head more so I could have more access. “Ugh” he groaned. “I want you too.” He said back to me as his hands slipped from my waist to my butt and gripped it tightly looking down at me.

“Yeah?” I asked him, he just nodded and bent to kiss me but I pulled away. “Then let’s take a step further.”

I waited for him to answer. When it finally sunk in, he removed himself from my grip and walked to the banister and leaned against it. “Are you serious right now?” he turned towards me and I nodded.

“I know we’ve been taking things slow, but I’m ready Brent.” I told him walking in his direction while he kept shaking his head looking to the mahogany flooring below.

“I can’t do that….”

I stopped in front of him. “Brent, please. It’s been two months already” I tried to reason with him as I held his hand. He looked up at me. “Please” I begged.

He pulled his hand from mine and walked around me, my blue orbs following his every move. “You asked if we could take things slow- and I agreed- because I care for you so much.” He walked up to me and took my hand from my sides and held them tightly. “Abby, you have no idea how much I want this, and how much I want you but I can’t do what you’re asking of me. I know you always say that age is just a number but I don’t think I could live with myself just knowing I took advantage of a girl like you.”

I was on the brink of tears. “You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me, Brent. I’m ready!”

He shook his head, “I don’t think you are. Not after what happened with TJ.”

The tears slowly began to fall and he wrapped me in a bear hug. “Aww come on. You know how I don’t like to see pretty girls cry.”

“Then do what I’m asking you to do, Brent” I cried. “I want you to make love to me.” I said looking up at him as I felt the tears coming down one after the other.

He pulled away and looked at me, wiping my tears away with his thumb. He shook his head. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m actually considering it as an option.” He laughed off and looked up at the ceiling.

He sighed before looking down at me. “You know I would do almost anything to make you happy and I hate to see you cry but if I do this, I’m telling you one time that I’m not going to enjoy a minute of it. I’m only doing this for you, Abby.”

I smiled as wide as I possibly could as I looked up at him through teary eyes. He was going to throw all his words away to please me? What more could you possibly ask for in a boyfriend – no, the perfect boyfriend? “Are you sure?” I asked.

He just nodded, “If it makes you happy, then it would be my pleasure.” He said before crashing his lips down on mine and picked me up wrapping my legs around his waist before leading me up to his room.


Submitted: March 29, 2012

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JDP

You need to edit it. I think when you turned the document to a MicroWord one, you accidentally copied it--so it is there twice....

Thu, March 29th, 2012 3:02pm

JDP

I loved the title--it's catchy and simply genius. "Five times older than me." makes absolutely no sense. It's either five times as old (and if he was, then he's be 80, actually) of "five years older."
How did they meet? (OK, yeah, short story--not going to go there)
And, btw, when you do quotation marks, there should be some punctuation at the end of the sentence eg "Hello." or "Hello," (if you are going to continue) rather than "Hello"
Oh, and when you were doing the flashback, it was almost as if you had just continued telling the story. You shouldn't make the flashback sound (when you are writing the flashback) like it has happened and you are telling the story, make it sound like you are telling the story, like it is currently happening (but in past tense, of course)
I know it's a short story, but perhaps there should've been more of an ending, though the huge question mark at the end was perhaps what you were going for...like, she's preggie, she's never going to reveal that Bren't the father--he doesn't even know--she's abused, she's sixteen (if she needs the money, she should go on MTV, 16 and Pregnant. And, after the birth, Teen Mom) she's thinking back to that one night of love making that sealed the deal...
Damn.
The end.
If so, then well done.
And, also, like, I love the way the flashback was written, it was sweet, Brent is sweet--and personally I think the main character is a bit of a slut...like, jeepers. Have higher morals. "It's been two months!" Some people wait five years until they are married. No wonder she's preggie. And going out drinking? Tsk tsk, but books in stories can be naughty--and perhaps when I'm older I may find myself (hopefully not) doing this kind of thing and relate to her.
Pretty good job. You've gotta continue writing.
xoxo
PS Sorry for the criticism, but please take it all in a really good way! Please....

Thu, March 29th, 2012 3:11pm

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i actually loved that u found faults and notified me about them asap and also i want to thank u from the bottom of my heart about that 'fives times older than me' mistake. Don't worry, its all sorted out and everything's good again....i hope and normally i don't write like this; i do put quotations at the end of my sentences but i felt that this story was different and needed a unique quality about it.

Thu, March 29th, 2012 9:00am

Vampy2034

I like the story line. keep me updated for sure

Thu, March 29th, 2012 3:25pm

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:D thank you..... and no problem0. will do

Thu, March 29th, 2012 8:31am

Laquetta

Loved it totaly this is some awsome chit man write more

Thu, March 29th, 2012 3:38pm

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lol thanx. i'm so glad you liked it :D imma be uploading another story in a few days so look out for that.....

Thu, March 29th, 2012 8:43am

Laquetta

Keep me Posted as well

Thu, March 29th, 2012 3:41pm

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lol will do :)

Thu, March 29th, 2012 8:47am

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