Forever Girl (2 page)

    I’m walking out of the bathroom when I hear Ali screaming at someone. I don’t want to be in the hallway when they leave her room. If I had to guess, I would say it’s Pete she is screaming at. I’m almost to my door when I hear her door open. Pete comes walking out with Ali right behind him. He stops and she almost runs into his back. When she realizes that he’s stopped she looks around him and sees me.

“What are you doing out of your fucking room? Why do you always have to ruin everything? I wish I’d gotten rid of you like I wanted too.” She sneers at me.

Pete turns around and back hands her. She falls to the floor and starts crying. I’m just standing there motionless. He looks at me and then looks down at her.

“Ali you are a fucking bitch. You are and always will be second choice. You’ll never have me the way you want. I just take what you willingly give me.” He says with distain in his voice.

She looks up at him with tears and mascara running down her face and begs him not to leave.

“Go clean yourself up and stop groveling.” He sneers with contempt.

He looks at me one last time shakes his head and walks out. I don’t understand what he meant by that statement. I really just wanted to disappear back into my room. I’m holding my breath when I look back at Ali.

“Mind your own fucking business and go to bed.” She says with hatred in her voice.

I rush into my room quick and exhale the breath I was holding. I don’t know what just happened but I’m thankful she didn’t come after me.

    I open my window and look out at the neighbor’s house. I wonder if the people that live there have any idea of the hell I go through? If their lives are as picture perfect as they look from the outside. I’m looking at the bedroom window across from mine and the room starts to glow with a soft light. I see the guy from earlier walk into the room with only a towel on. He’s gorgeous with muscles that are glistening from being wet. The towel lays on his hips and you can make out his V muscle. It’s sprinkled with a small amount of light colored hair. I’ve never seen a guy look like him before. Hell I’ve never seen a man in real life with only a towel on before. I feel a strange tingle in my lower stomach. He’s doing something in his closet and I find myself mesmerized by him. He comes back out with sweatpants in his hand. I keep watching knowing what he’s going to do next and can’t help myself but watch. His back is to me as he takes his towel off. His ass is hard and you can tell he works-out. I would love to be able to touch him and feel his muscles. He must feel me watching because he turns around and looks out of his window and into mine. I tuck myself behind the curtain and peek to see if he’s still looking. First thing I notice is his hand grabbing his long thick cock. I start my journey up his body until I come to his face. He’s wearing a smirk that would normally piss me off. He’s acting cocky, but I was the one caught ogling him. I find myself thinking he looks sexy as fuck with that smirk on his face. I know he can’t see me. He must know I’m still watching because he throws his head back and I swear I hear him moan. I think I just moaned with him as I watch this perfect specimen jack himself off. I’ve never seen a dick before but I think his is perfect. I can feel myself getting wet and the tingle is now a throb. As my hand starts the journey to my panties I remember that I just started my period. I feel stupid because he’s so hot and he’s probably teasing me. I would never have a chance with someone as handsome and sexy as him. I’m know I’m nothing special to look at. I have dark brown hair that’s half way down my back and blue eyes. I’m 5’4 and weigh maybe hundred pounds. I get my height from Ali but that’s it. I’m thinking I look like my dad and that makes Ali hate me even more.

“He did not want you. I had to keep you because I was too far along and could not abort you. My parents almost cut me off because of you. You should be grateful that I didn’t kill you after you were born. I thought about it quite often.” Ali reiterates to me.

Ali’s what you would call pretty at thirty-four years old. I know that she was beautiful when she was younger. I’ve seen the pictures she keeps in her drawer. She started to go downhill when she started doing drugs and drinking like a fish. She has blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She’s petite and acts like she’s still a beauty queen she once was. She’s always telling me how much prettier she is than me. I might have ruined her life but at least I did not ruin her body. She always reminds me.

    I move away from the window and lay down. My brain tells me I’m stupid for thinking the guy next door could or would have any interest in me. To distract myself I start thinking about the day I can leave here. I daydream about making my life anything I want it to be. I drift off to sleep thinking maybe just maybe there’s someone out there that will think I’m beautiful. Who would be happy to have me just the way I am. I wake up the next morning to noise in the kitchen. I wonder what’s going on down there this early. Ali is never awake before 1pm. I get up and throw on a pair of jeans. They have rips up and down the legs. Kids pay big money for pants like these. Mine are like this because they’re so worn they just tore. I throw on my Skid Row t-shirt, my converse, and grab my hoodie. I walk into the bathroom to throw my hair up into a messy bun and brush my teeth. I sing the alphabet song twice in my head. When I’m done I take a good look at myself in the mirror.

“I can do this. Not too much longer. I will be out of this place. I will live my life any way I choose.” I say to myself.

I walk out of the bathroom and go down the hall to the kitchen. Sitting right in my kitchen is the guy and girl from next door. Ali’s leaning into him with hardly anything on giving him a good look at her tits. I stand back for a moment to look at both of them. He’s in a grey t-shirt, cargo shorts, and a pair of gray converse. He’s looks just as sexy with clothes on as he does naked. The girl has on a summer dress. It’s a soft pink and she has some cute sandals on. I would ever wear anything like that; but it looks pretty on her. When I make my presence known Ali looks at me and gives me a knowing smirk. She must have heard me come down the hall.

“My sister and I came over to introduce ourselves. My name’s Dean and this is Delia.” He says as he stands up from the table.

He holds his hand out for me to shake. As soon as our hands touch there’s an electric current that goes from my hand throughout my body. It causes a pulsating throb in my pussy. I gasp and take my hand from his. I look up at him his eyes have gone from green to almost black from his pupils. I move from him to Delia and shake her hand and introduce myself to them.

“Where did y’all move from?” I ask them.

“We grew up in a small town in Michigan. Our parents didn’t want us to live in the dorms. We started looking for a place that didn’t charge an arm and a leg around here. We got lucky when we found our place online. We transferred from the University of Michigan to University of Kentucky for the fall semester.” Dean answers.

“How old are y’all?

“We’re both nineteen and twins. We graduated High School when we were sixteen.” Delia answers.

I tell them that I’ll be a senior this year, but I’ll be done with school in December. I also tell them my birthday is next month and I’ll be seventeen.

“It’s fate that brought us here. We’re going to be great friends.” Delia says with a smile.

I talk to them a little bit longer as I’m making a peanut butter sandwich to take to work. I apologize that I can’t stay and chat. That I’ve got to go before I’m late for work. Ali disappeared somewhere which I’m thankful for until we get to the door. She has put on her clingiest dress and a shit ton of perfume. She walks up to Dean and puts her hand on his chest and her tits on his arm.

“It’s going to be nice to have such a strong and capable man living next door.” Ali purrs to him.

I get this strange feeling in my stomach and chest. All I want to do is rip Ali and her tits away from him.

Chapter 3

Lyric

Now

   
I call down to the kids that dinner’s done. I ask them to wash their hands and come up. I had to clean up after we wrote letters to their daddy. I put the letters in envelopes and sent the kids to play as I started dinner. I make sure that we seat at the table ever night and talk about our day. I never had that growing up. I want them to know that what they have to say and how their day was is important to me. I hear the pitter patter of their little feet coming up the stairs.

“What’s for dinner?” Jamie and Jazz ask at the same time.

They look at each other and yell jinx and then double jinx. I laugh and shake my head and tell them to take their seats. I bring their plates to them and they look at what I made. Jamie scrunches up his nose and loos at me.

“Trees again momma. You know I don’t like trees.” He says

“I know you don’t like trees honey, but we had your favorite yesterday.” I reply. 

“Yeah bruder I don’t like peas they are slimy, but I ate them yesterday.” Jazz says to him and Jamie groans.

“At least there’s Mac and Cheese and Chicken Nuggets.” He says with a sigh.

“Yeah this is the best dinner ever.” Jazz says cheerfully.

“Well you better get to eating it you two before it gets cold.” I laugh

They tell me about their day and I wait patiently to hear about that little shit Mitch. They retell the story but nothing new comes out of the conversation. I tell them they need to go get their pajamas and pick out their school clothes for tomorrow. I go to the kitchen and grab a mason jar so I can pour a glass of Moscato. After I pour half a glass I take a hefty drink. I shake my head as I think back just a few moments ago. I told the kids about the phrases I learned when I was their age. One phrase was by a women named Mrs. George Cupples.

“Sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never hurt me.” She wrote

They both looked at me like I was crazy. I told them the another one I learned as a child also.

“I’m rubber and your glue. Whatever you say to me bounces off me and sticks to you.”

They both laughed and have been trying to memorize that saying all evening. My heart breaks for them, but at the same time I’m happy they’re resilient. They’ve already forgotten about what that little fucker said to them. I clear my head with a shake. I make my way downstairs to start the shower for Jamie.

“I’m the man of the house. I don’t take baths like girls do.” He says to me last week.

I don’t know where he comes up with some of the things he says. He does reminds me of his father. I get him in the shower first because it doesn’t take him that long. He still takes some of his toys in there with him. After he gets out and puts his Star Wars pajamas on. He then goes upstairs to watch his favorite program while his sister’s in the bath. I rinse out the tub and take his toys out. I put them in his bucket next to the tub. I start the water for jazz and put some of her toys in the water. Her bucket sits next to tub also.

“Do you need help washing your hair?” I ask

“I can wash my own hair momma. I like it better when you do it though.” She looks up at me with a smile.

“I like to wash your hair princess.” I tell her with a warm smile.

Both her and her brother have my hair color but they have green eyes. Just like the ones that haunt my dreams. I wash and condition her hair and stand up.

“Wash up your body princess. You have fifteen minutes to play.”

I leave the door open and make my way upstairs. Jamie and I grab a cuddle before it’s bedtime.

“I love you, momma.” He says as he cuddles in close to me.

“I love you to the moon and back baby boy.”

“When you brushed your teeth did you sing the alphabet song twice in your minds?” I ask as they were getting into bed.

“Yes momma.” The both answer.

I get them tucked into their beds and give each a cuddle. I tell them to sleep tight and I love them. I turn off the main light. They have their night lights on to see if they have to get up in the middle of the night. They’re both yawning and tell me they love me as I’m shutting their door.

    I grab my pajamas and robe and make my way into the bathroom. All I want to do is go crawl into my bed. I know if I don’t shower now I won’t have time to in the morning. I wash my hair and put conditioner in. I grab my body wash and loofah. I start washing my arms and stomach. As the loofah rubs against my nipples I feel a tingling in my clit. I rub the loofah down my stomach. I make my way down to the lips of my pussy. I start to rub my clit and drop the loofah and start using my fingers. I touch my sensitive nerve and it shoots pleasure throughout my body. I start to rub my throbbing clit and dip my fingers into my pussy. My mind goes back into time. I start picturing him touching himself knowing I’m watching. A moan leaves my throat. I picture him standing behind me. It’s his fingers doing the rubbing while he uses his other hand to finger fuck me. As I cum I remember that I’m in my bathroom. He left me without a backward glance. He unknowingly left the twins also. I shouldn’t be imaging him when I pleasure myself. I have to remind myself that I hate him even if I really don’t. I can’t say I blame him for taking off after I gave him my virginity. I remember the conversation that Pete had with Ali about giving her pussy away and he wasn’t going to turn it down. I was stupid thinking Dean loved me and I was his forever girl. I was a naive child thinking I found my true love at sixteen years old. I rinse my hair and body and get out of the shower. I stand in front of the mirror as I dry off and look at myself. I look myself in the eyes and tell my reflection that I’m beautiful, smart, kind, loving, and deserve the best this world has to offer. I nod my head at myself. I brush my hair, my teeth, and put my pajamas and robe on and go to my room. I’m laying in bed and I thinking about the to do list for tomorrow. The twins have an appointment. I remember that I have to send a note to school. I’m so glad that they’re both healthy and we don’t see the doctor often.