I know that’s not technically how she’s supposed to do things but I’d wormed my way into her heart by that point and used her soft spot to my advantage. A few tears here and there and she’s malleable as putty in my hands. I don’t take advantage of it often, but I certainly didn’t want to get that guy in trouble for something I’d initiated, no matter how sleazy it was of him to follow my lead at the time.
My mom doesn’t give a shit where I am or what I’m doing—never has—and my dad never bothered to come around much as a kid. My first step-dad hated me and my current step-dad is a pedophile, a fact wholly ignored by my mother. He’s the only one who does actually try to spend time with me. He gives me cash whenever I want. He buys my weed, smokes, and booze. He taught me how to drive. He’ll basically do whatever I ask but it’s only because he’s a twisted fuck that wants in my pants. It’ll never happen and he knows it. He might be bigger than me physically but he knows I’ll gut him in his sleep if he comes near me or my baby brother.Ever.
Anyway, I sleep with who I want when I want. I know it sounds bad but I’m not just some hoe bag that lets loose for anyone. I can count on one hand the amount of guys I’ve slept with and that can’t be said for most girls at my school. Orion Crest High School sure does love it’s slutty redneck girls with daisy dukes and cowboy boots. We aren’t that far out from the big city but you wouldn’t know it based on the long stretches of backroads and farmland surrounding the sleepy town of Orion Crest.
Well, that broken heart led to my bad life choices. Also known as the tattooed, bad boy with slicked back hair and a sexy smile. He was funny and sweet—maybe a little too charming. Nothing good ever comes from a guy that’s that perfect.
He asked for my number and then texted me for two weeks before we even saw each other again in person. Our phone relationship kept me distracted from the outside world, making me forget all about how pissed I was at Colt. Our chemistry grew tenfold and by the time we’d seen each other again, we practically jumped each other, only making it as far as his roommate's bed.
He opened the door shirtless, chest and arm tattoos on full display. He was wearing black skinny jeans with the button undone and the band of his boxer briefs peeking out in such a distracting way. He had opened his arms to envelop me in a warm welcoming hug, then leaned down to kiss me soft and sweet. It quickly took a turn for hot and heated as he pulled me in and slammed his front door closed. Pushing me up against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as my arms wrapped around his neck on auto pilot. We were at a major height disadvantage with him being well over six feet to my five foot two, but we made it work. I remember the way he smelled, like cigarettes and tequila, a perfect match to his dark looks. His slow methodical kisses made their way down my neck and across my collarbone, working me up in all the right ways. His large palms reaching up to grasp my ample chest in both of his hands. God, it felt so good. Soon enough his large hands made their way down to grab a hold of me by the ass, squeezing his fill while using it as leverage to carry me across his apartment. Dropping me down onto a bed, this virtual stranger ran his hands up the length of my legs, squeezing me at my inner thighs, before running a thumb along the seam of my jeans just outside my pulsing cunt. I was so wet for him. It had been weeks of verbal foreplay and the way he touched me, like I was his to own and to devour, had me fucking gushing. He reached down to unbutton my jeans and pulled them off roughly.
“I just need a small taste of you.” He said, staring deeply into my eyes with his beautiful baby blues.
Thinking he meant that he needed a taste literally had me on edge and oh, so ready for it. But much to my surprise he shoved his boxers down and shoved his cock into me without any other warning. He wasn’t so big that it hurt and I had already been wet, but it had definitely caught me off guard. My eyes widened in shock as he pistoned in and out of me like he was a god damn jackrabbit. Moaning loudly and fucking me as hard as he could, I hadn’t even had time to think about whether or not I was enjoying myself before he was moaning like he was coming.
“You’re so fucking tight. Yesss, it’s too good. Ughh…” He groaned out.
“We better stop though; my roommate will be here any minute.” In the next second he was pulling out of me and telling me to get dressed before his roommate came home and found them on his bed.
“Sorry we can’t fuck for real. I can’t wait to have you all to myself for a decent amount of time, but Jake is probably already on his way home from work. It’s movie night tonight, I hope you like popcorn and candy for dinner.” He grinned a crooked little grin my way.
I on the other hand sat there looking as dumbfounded as I’d felt. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Had he just fucked me and come in under thirty seconds? Did he just pretend that he hadn’t just done that? Like I didn’t have the evidence leaking out all over myself? Cum was dripping down my legs at that point and he was only too happy to pretend he wasn’t total shit in the sack.
“Oh, uh, yeah… Okay, that’s cool.” I’d stuttered out, completely perplexed by the whole idea that he had wanted to stick his dick in me for less than a minute under the pretense of having an idea of what the real thing would be like.Not only that, but I was sure that he’d come and was just using that as an excuse for not even lasting more than a couple of minutes.
I should’ve listened to my instincts, but I shrugged it off and hoped for better down the road, after all our connection was freaking amazing, completely unlike anything I’d ever known. Little did I know at the time, he was a giant fucking con artist and did this with at least three other girls that same week. I’m just the only one who hadn’t remembered to take her birth control like a big stupid, idiot, moron. A little more than a month of his stupid games went on before I caught onto the lying and the cheating and the manipulative bullshit he threw at me like it was second nature. I remember after about a month, him telling me how much he loved me. I thought it was the most amazing thing that he didn’t keep his phone on him at all times like most nineteen and twenty year old’s did. Ha, the joke was on me. A couple of weeks later, I had stopped by to check on him hours after he said he needed to go to the hospital because he was so sick and then became totally non responsive, only to walk in on him, balls deep in some other girl.
Needless to say, I knew he was a scumbag when I reached out to him to tell him about the pregnancy. I just hadn’t thought he’d go as far as to change his number and avoid me like the plague, considering I was the one who dumped him. Oh well, I’ve done my due diligence now. I told his bestie, which was about as good as I could get, considering he’s made himself a ghost and I know none of his family.
Now I need to get my shit together and tell my family so I can figure out what to do next. My part time job at the Taco Shack isn’t going to pay any real bills and I’m still technically a high school student, although I haven’t exactly been attending lately. Like I said, I’m a massive fuck up but I’m by no means stupid and now it’s not just my life to worry about. No, now I’m living for this tiny little bean in my belly.
Tomorrow I’ll tell my mom and call the free clinic to see what kind of help is available and we’ll go from there.
Two
Family is who you make it
Aria
May 2017
“Shut the fuck up! God, you’re such a little whore. Why couldn’t you just keep your legs closed?” My mom screams at me, sobbing as if my life choices actually matter to her.
“Mom, it’s fine. I have a little money saved. I have a job. I wasn’t going to go to college anyway, I don’t have the money or the grades for it. I’ll figure this out.” I argue, exasperated at this point. Dealing with my mom is a chore on a good day, but this is some next level shit.
“Not here you won’t. I won’t have some little slut of a daughter living under my roof.” She says, openly showing her disdain for me, like she isn’t the queen of trash herself.
“Like mother, like daughter.” I singsong, sarcastically. I’m being a bitch and I don’t care. Fuck her for being exactly who I expected her to be. Would it have killed her to be a helpful or loving parent even once in our fucked up lives? “At least I made it to eighteen before getting knocked up. How many abortions had you had by then, huh? How about you take your bullshit and shove it up your ass. I’m not asking you for anything. I’m just telling you what’s happened. I’m pregnant. Fact. I’m figuring school out. Fact. I’ll keep working. Fact. Stop being a bitch!” I scream.
What a hypocritical piece of shit. One night, in a drunken stupor, she told me she had had at least five abortions before she found out she was pregnant with me. She literally told me it was her birth control as a teenager. I’m a huge advocate for women having control over their own bodies, especially in circumstances like ours where healthcare isn’t always made to be an available source. I guarantee some of those were done dangerously, putting her health at major risk. It makes me angry and sad that those were her options. It makes me more angry that she’s the exact product of her poor upbringing you’d expect. Selfish and delusional. Desperate and broken.
Ever the dramatic one, she made sure I knew that the only reason she even kept me was because she wanted to tie my dad down. He wasn’t worth anything but he was a looker for sure and some sort of rock ‘n’ roll god according to our town. I look more like him than I do my mom fortunately, but the few times he came around, all of my friends made sure to let me know how bangable he was.
Fucking gross.
It didn’t work out for her crazy ass, obviously. He smartened up and ran. The shitty part is that he didn’t take me with him. By the time my brother came around three years later, my mom had managed to clean up her act long enough to trap his dad in a miserable, abusive marriage. When that didn’t work out for her, she made sure to get her tubes tied so she could fuck around all she wanted without having to pretend she gave a fuck about any more kids.
When she glares at me but doesn’t respond I decide to take matters into my own hands. “Wow, okay… cool. I’ll pack my shit then.” I say, moving to do just that.
