His Hidden Little Secrets

December 31st BDC

NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR READERS UNDER 13. If you do not wish to read the graphic content, skip to the last 3 pages. ~TRIGGER WARNING~

I paced back and forth by my front door, anxious, confused, and unexcited. It was New Years Eve, and my mother finally said that I could invite Carter over. So I texted him, inviting him, but I never heard back. I hadn't heard a word from him since Christmas Eve.

"Hi, Honey!" My mother called to me as she appeared at the top of the stairs and gracefully walked down towards me. She was wearing a loose yet flattering, sparkly, black mini dress, her chocolate brown hair was in a mid bun that was braided, and wavy strands of hair framed her face. Her gray smokey eyeshadow made her icy-blue eyes pop. She didn't even look my old-lady mother. She looked like she was about to go get it on at the club.

"Hey, Mom," I said. "You look beautiful." I meant it.

"Thank you, Saige," she said, grinning at the ground, as if she knew that I was right. "You do too, as always."

"Oh come on," I said to her, picking at my loose, white t-shirt and my ripped skinny jeans. "I look like a slob."

Mom walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "No you don't, and anyways, I'm sure Carter would be glad to rip that t-shirt right off of you." She winked at me.

I rolled my eyes. For a being mother, she was such a pervert.

"I'm going to a party with Dad tonight," my mother continued. "We might either be home really late tonight or not until the morning. Will you be okay in an empty house?"

I nodded.

"Alright, and hey, Saigey Girl," she turned to look me in the eye. "If Carter comes over, I expect you two to be responsible, okay?"

"Yeah, I know, Mom," I groaned, "I'm saving myself until marriage. I told you that."

"Okay, okay," she said. "I trust you to be safe."

I loved having a mom that trusted me. Even when I wasn't very trust-worthy.

My parents left at about 9:30, and I stopped pacing by the door and I plopped down on the couch, turning on the TV. Carter wasn't coming over, I thought. Maybe he was in trouble. Or maybe he just didn't care about us anymore.

I tried to concentrate on the show, but the only thing that I could think about was Carter. Carter. Carter. But soon, I ended up falling sound asleep.

About 3 hours later, I heard a loud banging on the window and weird clunks on my deck. I jolted awake. Burglars, rapists, drunk freaks, I thought. I grabbed a pillow and held it out in front of me, panicking.

"WHO'S THERE?" I whispered loudly.

The door to my deck slowly opened, and I held the pillow tighter and grabbed my phone next to me, ready to call 911 if I had to.

But in stepped Carter, grinning like a madman.

"Carter!" I cried as I ran up to him and hugged him. "Thank goodness it's you! What's going on with you? How are you? You didn't even call me on Christmas!"

"I don't know, Baby," he said, in a weird accent. "I don't know the answer to any of those questionsss."

"Carter, what's going on? You sound weird," I said, holding onto his muscular shoulders and looking at him in the eyes. Wait, I thought.

His eyes were bloodshot.

"Carter? You're eyes..."

"Vat about them, Baby? Do you think they're gorgeous?" He winked at me and chuckled.