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â€śWake up already, Sam!â€ť
â€śFive more minutesâ€¦â€ť I mumbled.
â€śNot even a second! Theyâ€™re here.â€ť
Arghâ€¦ hate it when a) I donâ€™t get enough sleep and b) I donâ€™t get enough sleep on weekendsâ€¦ Guess what - it had been one of those daysâ€¦
â€śDo I really have to do this as well? I mean câ€™mon! I barely even know her!â€ť
â€śSamâ€¦ sheâ€™s my-â€ś
â€ś-Your old childhood friend â€“ I get it! Youâ€™ve told me a thousand times alreadyâ€¦ Does she really have to move into Mrs. Newmanâ€™s house?â€ť
â€śOf course she does! And when I first heard of her putting it on sale I thought it would be a great idea for Margaret to take it. Besides, weâ€™ve always dreamed of being neighbors. I canâ€™t believe this day has finally come!â€ť
â€śGood for youâ€¦â€ť
I turned on the other side of the bed and pulled the pillow over my head â€“ my eyes were still sleepy.
â€śGo on without me, Iâ€™ll catch you up later.â€ť
â€śKaren Samuel Black!â€ť with this said the things were getting serious, â€śI want you all showered up and dressed in that new, blue dress I bought you yesterday while Iâ€™ll go take the cookies out of the oven. Donâ€™t you dare making me wait!â€ť
â€śAnd put on a smile for Godâ€™s Sake! Weâ€™re not going to a funeral, child.â€ť
There were two things mom was good at: ordering around and cooking. Believe me â€“ no one could teach you whatâ€™s best for you than herâ€¦ at least thatâ€™s what she thought. And donâ€™t even try arguing with her about that oneâ€¦
And so I put on the damned dress and followed her to Mrs., already, Abbottâ€™s house. Momâ€™s hands â€“ all shaky and sweaty. She was, indeed, happy â€“ happy like a child who was about to see Santa Clause â€“ wildly happy.
â€śYou must be Troyâ€¦ hello. Iâ€™m Anne Black and this is my daughter, Sam. Your mother must have told you about me. â€ť
â€śOf course, Mrs. Black. Please come in. Mother was about to call you. She is in the kitchen, thatâ€™s straight to the hall.â€ť
Mom gave me her embarrassing smirk.
â€śWould you look at prince Charmingâ€ť she whispered, loud enough for him to hear as well. I pretended not to care, though I confess â€“ he was, indeed, a hottie. But hey! Totally not my type. Why? Cause he seemed like one of those douchebags that are in love with the one and only man in the mirror if you know what I meanâ€¦
I took a look around â€“ mrs. Newmanâ€™s house now seamed totally strange to me. I remember walking those wide halls, jumping on her old sofa, running around her rooms like crazy, staring at those white walls full of family photos, of her friends, of places she visited when she had been youngâ€¦ when she died, she took the soul of that house along with herâ€¦
â€śAnnie, Sweet Jesus, you havenâ€™t changed a bit!â€ť
â€śYou too, Maggie. Who said time has something to do with a womanâ€™s beauty?â€ť
â€śYeah, rightâ€¦â€ť I murmured.
â€śHere! My homemade cookies, hope you still likeâ€™em.â€ť
â€śI sure do, thank you, honey.â€ť, Mrs. Abbott smiled, â€śAnd this is Troy, my son. You should be Samuel?â€ť
â€śSam, itâ€™s my pleasure.â€ť
â€śYou are such a pretty girl! Hope youâ€™ll make good friends with my boy.â€ť
â€śOf course they willâ€ť, mom hurrily replied, â€śHave you seen the town yet?â€ť
â€śNo. I didnâ€™t even get to unpack our stuff.â€ť
â€śWhy donâ€™t you leave it up to Troy? Sam will also help, wonâ€™t she?â€ť
I nodded. Her sharp glance made me understand a â€śnoâ€ť would bring big trouble.
â€śWellâ€¦ why not? Just let me go take my purse.â€ť
â€śGreat! Iâ€™ll be waiting for you in the car then, a blue Toyota.â€ť
â€śAnd as for you, young man,â€ť mrs. Abbott said as she was putting on her black shoes, â€śI want you to behave with our guest. Did I make myself clear?â€ť
â€śDonâ€™t worry, I wonâ€™t biteâ€ť, he grinned, â€śnot if you ask me to.â€ť He rolled his eyes back on me.
â€śNo thanks, Iâ€™ll pass.â€ť
We watched them heading to town.
â€śNow thatâ€™s weird.â€ť
â€śYour name. Isnâ€™t it a boyâ€™s one?â€ť
â€śSo what if it is?â€ť
â€śOh, spicy. I like it.â€ť
â€śIs this the part where I should blush or is it better if I jump into your arms?â€ť
â€śI donâ€™t mind embracing you.â€ť
â€śNo offense, but you donâ€™t interest me. Where do I put these?â€ť
â€śOther there, on the shelf. Hey, wait a sec! Are you saying these looks, this body doesnâ€™t impress you?â€ť
â€śSorry to disappointâ€¦â€ť
â€śGirl, pleaseâ€¦ itâ€™s only a matter of time for me to make you fall in love with moiâ€¦â€ť
â€śSo youâ€™re that skilled, eh?â€ť
â€śLetâ€™s just say I know my ways with women.â€ť
â€śI guess your self esteem is highly leveragedâ€¦â€ť
I donâ€™t know what made me accept â€¦
â€śFine, Iâ€™m in.â€ť
â€śGood. So; If I win, youâ€™ll be my slave for a week. Youâ€™ll do anything I ask you to, be it grossy stuff or horny â€“ anything.â€ť
â€śAnd If I win -â€ť
â€śIf I doâ€ť, which I was sure, â€śthen youâ€™ll keep your distance with me.â€ť
â€śWhatever you say, hon. Now about the sealing of our dealâ€¦â€ť
He catched my hands then pushed me against the wall.
He lifted my chin and kissed me gently slipping his tongue through my lips.
â€śYou son of a -â€ť
He kissed me again, this time harder. My eyes began to close, my cheeks heated. Fight him, resist him! My body wasnâ€™t listening to me. I donâ€™t know why my feet got weak when I g was wrapped into his arms.
â€śLet â€“ me- go- you â€“ pervertâ€¦â€ť
He grinned, moving down my neck.
â€śIâ€™ll go further if you keep offending me.â€ť
â€śPlease what?â€ť His kisses harsher and harsher. His body against mine made me helplessâ€¦ there was no way for me to escape those strong arms of hisâ€¦
â€śPleaseâ€¦ stop â€“ itâ€¦.â€ť
â€śTouching meâ€¦ stop touching meâ€¦â€ť
â€śIt doesnâ€™t sound convincingâ€¦ I think you want me to continueâ€¦â€ť
â€śNo! I beg you!â€ť
My palms got all sweaty. Goose bumps started running through my skinâ€¦ I hated it, that feelingâ€¦ I hated himâ€¦
No Sam, donâ€™t cry! donâ€™t you dare crying in front of him! Sam, man up!
And still a tear ran down my face.
â€śI hate youâ€¦â€ť
â€śI knowâ€¦ I knowâ€¦â€ť, he let go of my hands then stepped aside, â€śWho wouldâ€™ve thought that a girl with a boyish attitude would appear to be such a crybabyâ€¦ Go homeâ€¦ Iâ€™ll finish up by myself.â€ť
I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! The places where he touched felt hot, they burned like fire. I tried to erase his kisses from my head but they just kept showing upâ€¦ I hated that feeling of weakness, I hated the fact that I just ran home, that I let it beâ€¦
â€śSam?! Sam, honey, Iâ€™m back! Troy said youâ€™re home! Get down here and take a look at what Iâ€™ve bought you!â€ť
I hurried up and washed my face with cold water (hoping she wonâ€™t notice the huge circles under my eyes).
â€śHere I am.â€ť
Donâ€™t look up, donâ€™t look upâ€¦
â€śSam! Whatâ€™s with the face?â€ť
â€śYeahâ€¦ ummâ€¦ Itâ€™s that movie Iâ€™ve been telling you aboutâ€¦ I canâ€™t believe Iâ€™ve cried at itâ€¦â€ť
â€śYou know the one withâ€¦ the dogâ€¦ such a dramaâ€¦â€ť
â€śWhy thatâ€™s new! Oh, nevermind, close your eyes!â€ť
â€śJust close them alreadyâ€¦â€ť
â€śWowâ€¦ a new dressâ€¦ for meâ€¦ and itâ€™s even pinkâ€¦ greatâ€¦â€ť
â€śI knew you would like it! Oh, dear, and it even was at half price, can you believe it? I canâ€™t wait for you to wear it tomorrow!â€ť
â€śDonâ€™t tell me you have forgotten about it! The carnival?â€ť
â€śRight! The carnivalâ€¦ but I donâ€™t feel like it anymoreâ€¦ you seeâ€¦ Danny is going with Parisâ€¦â€ť
â€śSweetheartâ€¦ â€ť, she sighted, â€śWhat about Troy?â€ť
â€śWhat?! No thanksâ€¦ I -â€ť
â€śNo buts! Iâ€™ve already talked with Maggie about this matter. She said Troy would love to.â€ť
â€śDonâ€™t tell me you knew about Dannyâ€¦â€ť
â€śIt wasnâ€™t so hard for me to figure that outâ€¦ and you know what? Maybe itâ€™s for the best! Troy is a nice, good looking young man and by the way itâ€™s his birthday tomorrow. Iâ€™m sure heâ€™d appreciate it since he has no friends here.â€ť
â€śReally? Poor thingâ€¦ so nice and still so lonelyâ€¦ how can I possibly decline such a fantastic offer?!â€ť
Parents â€“ why canâ€™t you differ cheerfulness from irony.
And so I ended up going to the carnival with Mrs. Nice Guyâ€¦
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