Song For Dolores

Chapter Thirteen

We arrive in front of my house. The only car there is my sister's, I think she came to visit us. This is the part when the guy kisses her goodbye and maybe even walks her to the door, but it's David. Which means it's not going to happen. I hope my sister isn't looking through the window, she will ask me billions of questions and might think I am with a guy, my age.

"Thanks for the ride, I owe you." I say and try to get out the car, but he still hasn't unlocked it. I push the door, but it won't budge. "Umm David?" I look at him and he stares at me. He rubs my left arm. Up and down. I start getting goosebumps. "I really want to be with you." My heart races and I smile. He lowers his hand down to me knees and he starts gliding hid thumb against it. "I enjoy your company, I would do anything to be with you. I am about to get married to a woman that I don't even know if I love. I imagine the future with you and it's me in my office and you walking in out of now where and coming in with your beautiful self." He grunts and squeezes my thighs. "The kids sleeping and it's just me and you. Who knows what else? Age doesn't matter anyways it's just a number. I know you want to be with me. You even get wet when I talk to you. Everything I do, you spill. Well you can say the same for me, I get an erection just by looking at you." I look down on his pants and see the bulge. My eyes pop out my head and I face the window. "I know you were looking. This is what you do to me. I just want to feel you. I want it all."

That made me so happy that he would say that. I want to say something, but I am speechless. Maybe actions will work instead of words. I lean in towards him. I push my body on him and give him a kiss on the lips. He smiles and unlocks the door. "That's the most I have ever seen you smile." I rub his lower lip, then continue you on his stubbly cheek. "All because of you baby girl." He kisses the peak of my nose. I kiss his chin and open the door. The door is still open and before I closed it I said. "I hope I see more of you without Kate." I close the door, but he puts the passenger window down. "Don't worry about that. Have sweet dreams baby." He is so cute.

I knock on the front door and my sister opens right away. "Hey baby sis!" She give some a hug and my face is still flustered because of David. I can feel the heat on my cheeks. She looks different. "You, you dyed your hair blonde?" She let's go of me. "Yeah I did, I was just tired of brunette and anyways blonde suits better on me. Doesn't it?" I nod my head and close the door behind me. "Where's mom and dad?" I haven't since them since the morning. "They are on their way here." I smile put my stuff down and go upstairs to my room. I text Isabell that I am here at home.

I am on my way. I really need to talk to you.

I throw my phone on my bed and look down on my clothes. I really need to change out of Kate's clothes. Really, really need to. I take off the shorts and put on some pajama short. I take of this random shirt Kate had and put on a black under shirt like a tank top. I feel refreshed. My room is a mess clothes are all over the place and random bottles of beverages. I won't even try cleaning it.

After five minutes Isabell finally comes. When I answered the door she looked upset. Really upset. "Hey what's wrong?" A tear rolls down her eye and I comfort her by putting my right arm around her. I help her upstairs to get to my room.

"I am in such a mess that I just want to cry. I can't hold it in." She starts crying and I hug her. I don't know what seems to be wrong, but I hate when people I am really close to get upset. Like I said from the beginning I make people feel like they are drowning in sorrows. I don't see the reason why she is upset. She is absolutely perfect, no drama in her life except probably family things, but still. She doesn't need to worry about look pretty every single day for the guy she likes or have her feelings hurt every single day and deal with the pain by herself. She has everyone she can talk to and they will listen. I look at her and she is even beautiful when she cries. Oh, how I long for one day someone tell me I am beautiful even when I cry. "Tell me. I will listen."