Scarlet's Mate

Part Twenty Nine

"You're making me dinner?"

"Mhm," was all he said as he continued to drag me through his house.

When we make it to the kitchen he lets go of my arm and stands awkwardly for a moment, "what are you in the mood for?"  He asks me finally.

"I could eat anything, but," I give him a glance up and down, "you should probably shower before you handle food."

He laughs and nods his head agreeingly, "you're probably right," a smile starts to spread across his face, "new idea then, you make us dinner while I clean myself up."

"Deal," I say as I stick out my hand towards him.  He shakes it once then spins around and disappears back into the hall we had just come from.

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About half an hour had passed before Derek made his way back to the kitchen.  I had decided to keep dinner simple and just make grilled cheese with tomato soup.  As Derek takes a seat at the counter I pour the soup into bowls and place them next to our already set plates. 

"This looks great," Derek smiles at me as he reaches for his grilled cheese.

I walk over and sit next to him, he's already almost finished with his first sandwich as I take the first bite of my own.  Luckily I made extras because Derek is eating like he hasn't been fed in years.  My stomach on the other hand feels like it's going to explode only after a few bites.

Pushing my plate away from me I sigh, "I'm too full."

"You barely even ate," Derek gave me a sad expression as he examined my plate.

"I'll try to eat more later," I promised him.

"Okay," he stood up and held out his hand to me, "wanna sit outside with me for a bit?"

"Sure," I grab his hand and we abandon our used dishes to head out on the patio.  The sun was almost fully set, leaving a dark orange tint in the parts of the sky I could actually see.  We sat on a porch swing I never even noticed before and just enjoyed each other's presence for awhile.  Every now and then I felt Derek's eyes on me but I kept feigning interest in the scenery.  I knew what he would say if I looked at him.  And right now I just want to forget about everything and pretend for a moment like I was just a normal teenage girl sitting next to a normal teenage boy.

But Derek had other plans, "Scarlet," he spoke softly as he continued, "please tell me what happened to you."

I felt the hole in my heart burst open again as the images of what happened flooded my brain.  I closed my eyes tightly trying to ignore them, "Derek, I don't want to talk about it."

"I know you don't want to, but I think you should.  It isn't healthy to keep it all inside.  I can tell you're in a lot of pain, Scar, and I just want to help," he sounded sincere.

But I needed the answers his father promised me so I did what any girl would do to distract a man.  I open my eyes and turn to face him.  Without giving him time to protest I grab his face and pull him to me.  When our lips touched, I even forgot what we were talking about or why I decided to kiss him in the first place.  It was like everything else in the world disappeared.

It was just me and him.  And damn did his lips feel good on mine.  I gasp as I feel his hand on my back pushing me closer to him.  But it wasn't enough for me.  I throw my leg over his lap and slide myself onto him.  He lets out a groan and I feel his hands get tangled in my hair.  Pressure builds inside of me as I slowly rock my hips back and forth.

Suddenly Derek forced my face away from his, "maybe we should stop."

I could feel myself becoming angry.  I was finally enjoying myself and he had to go and ruin it.  I push myself off his lap and without saying anything I turn and head back inside.  I stomp my way back to my room and slam the door behind me.  The anger I'm feeling quickly spins itself into despair.  It felt like the walls were closing in on me.  My breathing felt restricted and I knew there were tears already falling down my face.