Secrets Revealed
Alonsha was sitting in her's and Tiffany's room and couldn't help but smile because she was here in a house, no a home, where she felt so loved. She would've stayed at Allison's but she already had 3 sisters and a brother to deal with and Tiffany only had an annoying sister named Tylicia.
Tylicia was four years younger than them and too flirtatious and overdeveloped for her own good. With her big mouth and big boobs, she caused a lot of damage rumor wise. She was so "popular" that she caused breakups in the next city. Despite her rep, Tylicia still denies even kissing a boy.
"She's such a damn slut, I mean I hate to say it but I can't lie." Tiffany said as she plopped on her bed, next to Alonsha, frustrated and in disbelief after by a bunch of football players asked if her sister was available, " I mean damn she's only 14!" she said astonished.
"Are you jealous that she's already getting some and you didn't get any until your junior year?" Alonsha asked jokingly.
"Ha ha ha," Tiffany said sarcastically, "Number 1, it was my choice to wait and two, at least I got some, Mrs. Virginity!" Tiffany shot back as Alonsha looked down embarrassed.
"Well, that might change soon." Alonsha said lying down on her back with a mischievous grin.
"What you talkin' bout Lonnie?" Tiffany said in her best Gary Coleman impersonation.
"I've just been thinking that after three years in a relationship and more than 10 years of knowing him all together, it might be time to take that extra step." Alonsha said flipping on her stomach and Tiffany did the same.
"Well are you sure, that your sure, that your sure?" Tiffany asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I guess. . . I mean he's just been so patient with me and every time we fool around we go a little bit further into it and I just think I'm ready." Alonsha explained.
"Well to be completely honest, the first time isn't all it's cracked up to be. Don't get me wrong, it's still as nerve wrecking, and I don't know, beautiful so to say, but it hurts like really bad. In fact it doesn't start to feel good until the third or fourth time. Maybe it was just me, but that's the way it was when I did it for the first time." Tiffany said.
"I don't care how much it hurts, I just want to know what it feels like to be with Kyle, and to love him that way." Alonsha said as Tiffany got up and walked over to her dresser. She opened the first drawer and pulled out a couple of foil packages.
"If you decide to do anything, use these." She said handing the condoms to Alonsha. Alonsha took them and placed them in her purse. Her and Tiffany talked some more before Alonsha left to go over to Kyle's. . .
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"I don't get it man. . . Any girl would've have called me back by now. I gave her my number myself. I thought she liked me." Justin said feeling a little hurt that Alonsha hadn't called him. He was at in his hotel suite watching t.v. with J.C., well J.C. was watching t.v. anyway. Justin was confused and upset. Maybe he read her wrong, maybe that smile she got everytime he brushed against her or made her laugh was his imagination.
"Was it just me, or did this Alonsha girl have a. . .what is it called? Oh yeah a boyfriend?" J.C. said sarcastically while squinting his eyes as if he were in deep thought.
"A boyfriend, not a husband." Justin said a-matter-of-factly. J.C. just shook his head.
"Maybe she really cares about the guy she's with and doesn't feel comfortable calling you." J.C. explained. Justin just shrugged.
"Well, why did she smile at me with a 'Yeah baby, I'll be calling you tonight' look?" Justin said sitting up from his slouching position.
"Oh yeah. . .that look." J.C. said laughing as Justin shoved him playfully, "Seriously though man maybe the fact that any girl would've called you is the problem. She probably thought you were giving her a fake number. I mean dude, have you forgotten who you are? How would you feel if Janet Jackson came out of nowhere and gave you her number?"
"I'd feel pretty damn good!" Justin joked, "But I see what you're getting at." Justin picked up the remote and flipped the channels, "I think that I should give the mall a visit again when we get back home from New York next week." A huge grin formed on his face as he looked over at J.C.
"You are one desperate man." J.C. said as they both laughed.
"No, I'm just not blind. Did you see her ass!?!" Justin said getting wide eyed as they laughed even harder.
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Alonsha and Kyle had been talking in Kyle's room sprawled across his bed for almost an hour now. Alonsha was into the conversations they shared, but tonight all Alonsha could think about was how damn hot Kyle was. His black hair hung around his perfect face, and his big blue eyes that were staring into her brown ones. Everytime he spoke Alonsha's body would quiver slightly at his deep voice, and the movement of his soft lips were driving her insane. Teasing her, she felt like screaming kiss me.
Alonsha played with his hands, desperately trying not to think about "it". But once again her mind drifted off. She never realized how soft his hands were, and right then and there she wanted those soft hands all over her, touching, holding, caressing. . .
"Alonsha? Are you with me!?!" Kyle shouted joking, knocking Alonsha out of her trance. Alonsha looked down embarrassed. She hadn't realized that she was just staring at him.
"Sorry, I just. . ." Alonsha struggled to explain herself, "I was just thinking about. . . stuff, you know?" she said hoping Kyle wouldn't want to get into detail.
"Were you thinking about 'him'" Kyle said making air quotations. "Him" was what Alonsha called her father. It just hurt too much to say his name. She had told Kyle about her father when she first moved in with Tiffany because she had no choice. It was the most painful moment of her life. She was so ashamed, as if she had done something wrong.
She looked away from Kyle's eyes looked down at their hands together, remembering that painful day. . .
It's been a week since Alonsha had ran away from home. She hadn't been in school since because of the bruises that still covered her body, and she was extremely sore. She was just sick of lying and making up excuses, so she just asked Tiff's mom if she could stay home until the bruises faded, and the swelling went down. Alonsha hadn't seen Kyle since they left the mall after going home from work, and having lunch with Justin Timberlake, and J.C. Chasez.
He, of course, called and asked what was happening, and if she were okay. She just told him that she had come down with something and was going to be out for awhile. He'd sigh with disappointment and said that he'd come over and bring her soup, or something to read. Alonsha quickly rejected the idea saying that this "illness" was contagious, and the last thing she wanted was for him to get sick, which wasn't all a lie.
She didn't want him to get sick, of her that is. She was afraid of what his reaction to her bruises and scars might do. She already had no idea why he was with her, and for him to see her like that would just give him more reasons to leave her, and that would just tear her apart.
He was the only guy in that school who never looked at her as though she was only second best, or teased her for being so smart, and being a goodie two shoes. He liked her for all that she was even though her hair was never done, and she never had the right clothes or perfect body to fit in them. He had this image of her being this unique, strong, individual that didn't need to be Ms. Popular to be happy, but this secret of hers would tarnish that image for the rest of her life.
That's why it hurt so much to see the look on his face when he saw her that fateful Friday afternoon.
Alonsha had been flipping through the channels on Tiffany's t.v. Her breakfast from this morning was still on the night stand next to her, she didn't feel hungry. It just hurt to move, to swallow, to breathe. Not only physically, but emotionally. She still couldn't believe that after an entire week, her father never once called to see if she were safe, it's like he was glad she was gone, not that it was a surprise or anything, since he hated every fiber of her being.
Tiffany went to school, as did her sister, and Tiffany's mom was at work, so Alonsha was alone, a feeling she had become accustomed to. As Alonsha layed there she thought about her life from then on and wondered how long Ms. Matthews would allow her to stay, she wouldn't be surprised if she were kicked out tomorrow. But if Ms. Matthew did let her stay, she'd have to change her address information for school, and remember to go to Tiffany's and not her own hell hole called home, which was something she could definitely get used to, but what about Kyle? How would she explain her situation to him without telling him the truth? What lie could she cook up that would justify her running away?
"I hate my life." Alonsha groaned to herself while turning off the t.v. Alonsha rolled over in the bed and moaned in pain and frustration. Damn it hurt like hell to move, but she had take the tray of food downstairs before it started to grow more hair than she had on her own head. Besides, she had to pee, to be blunt. After about ten minutes Alonsha managed to get out of bed.
Once Alonsha got downstairs and cleaned her dishes, she headed to the living room to watch t.v. That's when she heard the door knob turning, that's when she started to panic. Nobody with a key would be home for an hour, and there were only three other people besides Tiffany's mom, Tiffany, and Alonsha herself that knew where the spare was hidden. Allison was in school, Jared was in the other town, and Kyle was supposed to be at work.
No wait, scratch that last part. It was the Friday he had off, the same Friday that he swore up and down that he wouldn't come see her on, but when he opened the door and saw Alonsha, her bruises as noticeable as a piece of steak in a Lion's den in her short nightie, that Friday turned into the day that her secret was revealed to the person that held her heart in his hands.
Alonsha watched as his eyes traveled up and down her body with a shocked expression permanently glued to his face. He breathed in a sharp breath as he tried to speak but no words came out. Alonsha didn't know what to feel at that moment. Her heart was racing as she waited for him to say she was hideous and didn't want anything to do with her, but instead his ocean blue eyes darkened with a mixture of concern and anger, as if he were saying "What happened?" and "I'll kill whoever did this to you!" at the same time. That's when Alonsha noticed the tears on her face, she hadn't known she had been crying.
Kyle shut the door behind him and placed the package he had been carrying on the table. He walked up to her and she looked down at the ground. She was so embarrassed, and just so humiliated. She wanted to kill her father, after all this was his fault. If he hadn't done this she wouldn't be living with one of best friends, standing in her friend's living room, waiting for her boyfriend to break up with her for being such a mess. But that all went down the drain when he touched her face gently with his soft hand wiping away her tears. She closed her eyes as his cool touch sent shivers down her body, and in that moment alone she gathered every piece of courage she could find to look him in the eyes.
"I have to tell you something. . ." she whispered as he nodded. They sat on the sofa. She told him everything and he held her everytime she cried. It was the most liberating, yet painful thing she had ever had to say in her entire life, but Kyle listened to every word and never once looked down on her. He even told her something she never knew: his dad used to hit on his mom too and that's the real reason why his parents were separated, not because of a job offer his father had in New York like he had told her before. It was a moment they were both happy they shared and they've been ten times closer ever since. . .
"No I wasn't think about 'him'," Alonsha said moving closer to him, "I was thinking about kissing some hot guy from school." she said with a smile. Kyle smiled to as Alonsha layed flat on her back as he placed of his arms on either side of her to balance himself.
"Would his name happen to be Kyle?" he joked as he leaned in and kissed he softly.
"Actually I was talking about Tim, but you'll have to do." Alonsha said to teased. Tim was the next hottie on the basketball team and since Kyle was taken, all the girls were swooning over him.
"What's he got that I ain't got?" he asked raising an eyebrow. Alonsha just laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Kyle I'm trying to make out with you here, so make things a whole lot better and take the bait will ya?" Alonsha said as Kyle smiled and kissed her. His tongue slipped into her mouth and her legs spread apart as he slid inbetween them. Kyle pulled from the kiss, slightly out of breath.
"Better?" he asked. Alonsha could feel his weight on her. His chest was moving up and down on top of her. He felt so good that close to her.
"Yeah." she answered kissing him with a passion she didn't know she had in her. . .
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