I know it’s been a while since I wrote to you, but I have a secret.
A great big one. Not even Maya knows about it. And I can’t tell anyone other than you, Diary. I got to kiss both Krew and Decker today on the cheek. It felt sweet and naughty at the same time. I want more, but I have to be good because it’s Decker’s birthday.
Krew and I want to surprise him with a birthday treat of his favorite foods. And Mom’s famous chocolate cake. I had to lie to her so she would make it for me. I should feel bad, but I don’t. I know Mom and Dad don’t like Krew and Decker. They think they’re too old for me. Diary, they’re going to be juniors and I’m going to be a freshman—it’s not a big deal.
My parents think they’re up to no good and rotten (my mom’s words). She keeps telling me good girls don’t hang out with boys like that. I told her that’s too bad, because they are my best friends, and I won’t give them up.
But Diary, I’m confused. When I kissed each of them on the cheek, I wished they were kissing me at the same time, on my mouth. And what’s even more confusing is that I liked watching Krew kiss Decker. It gave me tingles in parts I can’t write about.
I don’t know, Diary. Am I sick or evil to think like that? Did I do a bad thing? Me kissing two boys? Watching my friends kiss each other? Am I a sinner like my mom says? Am I as wicked as the people that do wicked things? I’ll write more later. I have to get ready for the last day of school.
Love, Regina
Chapter Seven
Krew
I was a glutton for punishment. Even though Decker had pointed the gun in my face, I knew instinctively that my best friend would never shoot me. His words stung, yet they weren’t enough to make me stay away—or keep me from texting him. I needed to make sure he was also safe.
I pulled up my contacts, hoping that I still had Decker’s old phone number. Luck was on my side. Though, it had been years since I last called and texted him. It was a long shot that the number was good, but I had to try.
Once I sent the first message, I waited all of five minutes. I wasn’t willing to give up just yet, since the text hadn’t bounced back as undeliverable. So, I messaged him once more.
Now, I glared down at my phone, willing Decker to answer my texts. He didn’t.
“Bastard,” I hissed, shoving the cell into my jeans pocket as I resumed pacing in the Motel 6 parking lot.
Then the damn thing vibrated, and I anxiously pulled it back out. I quickly typed in my password and then tapped the messages icon.
Two words blared up at me like a taunt. I’m good.
What the hell did that mean? I waited for more, but nothing else popped up.
I rubbed the back of my neck in frustration as the radio silence continued. Though I was somewhat relieved Decker was safe, I wasn’t happy about his two-word, fuck off salute back to me.
I returned to the motel room, closed the door, and leaned against it for support. After I took a couple of deep breaths, the tension left my body.
I stripped and went into the tiny bathroom. Not sure when—or even if Teke would return to the room, I locked the door and climbed into the shower. With how tall I was, I had to bend slightly to wash away the sweat that coated my skin. As I slid my soapy hands over my body, an image of Decker and Regina—together, touching me, flitted across my mind.
Jesus, it had been years since I’d last thought of them together. Kissing each other—them kissing me. The memory of their touches had always soothed my soul—especially when the warden put me in solitary confinement. Those memories had kept my sanity in place, until I got the hell out of there.
I closed my eyes and slid my hand down to my semi-rigid cock. I stroked it until I was rock hard and the urge to come had my balls drawing up—until a crash jolted me out of my lust-induced stupor.
The slam of a door had me looking at my dick. “Sorry,” I sighed and dropped my hand.
Assuming it was my brother, I took my time rinsing off the body wash and got out of the shower. As I grabbed for the towel, Teke pounded on the locked bathroom door.
“Where’re you, motherfucker?” I was pretty sure that was what he’d said. But Teke’s slurred words sounded more like ‘were you, moth-furker’. A drunk and coked up Teke was a nasty thing to encounter.
The lock was so flimsy even my asshole brother could have easily broken in with one kick. Since he didn’t have a brain cell working at that moment, so it was safe enough for me to dry off.
“Be out in a second,” I called out casually while towel drying my bald head.
“Ya fur-king leff me,” he hiccuped. “I adda to walk. Git out…” The rest of his words were muffled.
I stayed silent, listening to his bullshit on the other side of the door. He hadn’t walked. I saw him get in that BMW.
Another crash, like glass shattering, had me clenching my teeth. I didn’t have enough cash to cover whatever he was breaking. I opened the door, a towel wrapped around my waist, and stormed out to see what havoc my idiot brother had created.
