What Happened on Wednesday

Part Four

Starting in April were the text messages asking me odd questions. He liked to talk about sex and fantasies, and on April 2nd, 2018, I opened my journal and expressed that I thought that Oliver and I were moving too fast, but I didn't want to talk to him about it because I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I wrote later that I wished I would lose more weight to be comfortable with myself, and be perfect in Oliver's eyes.

On Friday, the thirteenth of that month, I was given the news that I didn't want then, but I am so glad it occurred now.

"Hey, umm..." Oliver pulled me aside. "I need to talk to you."

"Yeah?" I look up at him. "Is everything alright?"

He sighed. He took my hands in his and said, "I need you to know this is not something either of us can control." I nod and he looks down at his feet, then back up at me. "Me and mom are going back to Chicago." I smiled and he looked like he was shocked with my reaction.

"That's okay, babe. Visiting family will be good for the both of you."

"No," he shook his head. "You don't understand. We're not coming back."

My heart dropped and my mind shattered. I fell completely silent. "Is this some kind of sick joke?" I pulled my hands away and stuffed my fists in the pockets of my jeans, turning away my face and scrunched my nose. I thought I was in love with him, I couldn't let him leave!

He shook his head. He had tears in his eyes. At this point I had sat down in the grass. I was crying too. He sat down beside me. "August before 8th grade." He said quietly, wrapping his arm around me. This summer? No! No, no, no, no! This isn't fair! At the time, I wanted nothing more than to be with Oliver at any given time. That is, until something major finally happened and I realized that was a mistake.

It was Monday, April 23rd when something happened that made me realize what kind of position I was in. I was attempting to create a distraction for my sister and our neighbor, who were playing on our new trampoline. I wanted to give Oliver and I some time to go a little further than just, well, lips touching for a single moment. Who am I kidding, I wanted something to happen. Not too much something though, because I hoped to stay a virgin for a while longer. My virginity was my pride in a way.

I eventually give up on distracting the other two. I led him into the garage where we kissed last time. Oddly enough, the basement door was wide open. He points it out and I say, "ooh, fun, an adventure!" I tried to slip inside. Almost immediately I back out, spitting on the ground. He just stared at me. "Ah, yikes." I must have forgotten somehow that this door hasn't been opened in years. No one comes down here.

"What..?"

"It was a spider web."

He raises an eyebrow.

I shrug my shoulders and karate chop it down, leading him into the basement. I shiver. It's a pretty basic basement. It used to be a nice finished basement, but age hit it like a truck. There's no insulation anymore and everything is covered in dust and spider webs. Oliver points at a room coming off of the main entrance room and smiles. I read his mind and walked in. There's a small ottoman looking thing in one corner and a couch on the other. I can't help but to shiver again. "You cold?" He asks and smiles sympathetically at me. I nod and he wraps his arms around me tightly. I sigh. "I could fall asleep like this," I actually yawn, "I've been on the trampoline all afternoon."

He pulled away and kissed my neck, grabbing me by the back of the neck just below my hairline. A shiver went down my spine. Then he started getting touchy, which usually I didn't mind... Except this time he went past my pants. We start to kiss and my heart is going a hundred miles an hour. I don't really know what is happening right now, and in a way I'm scared. I'm not exactly comfortable with all of this, I mean I thought I would be, but I'm not, I'm not ready for any of this. If I tell him to stop, though, won't that make him mad?