Unexpected (lesbian story)

Angel's heaven (possible trigger warning-abuse)

"It's- it's- beautiful" I gasped, amazed at my surroundings. There were trees all around us. There seemed to be some kind of enclosure, made of just trees. The plants were so green, and the flowers were blooming so beautifully. And near the back of the enclosure, was a huge waterfall, that gathered in a small pond below it. There were patches of grass, perfect for just sitting on, right near the waterfall. I had never seen anywhere more breathtaking in my entire life. I just couldn't fathom how this could be here. In Washington state. Sure, we had beautiful places of nature, and meadows full of flowers. But I never knew we had anywhere like this. How had she found it? As if sensing my question, Angel turned to me and said- "I stumbled upon this place by accident. I had run away from home again, and I had no idea where I was. It was dark, and I was young, and scared. And then, I just came here. It's like the universe wanted me to find it. Now I just come here whenever I want." I looked at her sadly. "Why did you run away from home?" Angel smiled, a vague emptiness lingering in her eyes. "Come this way. I'll tell you" she said, pulling me along the grassy bank, until we reached the spot right in front of the small pond, the water flowing towards us smoothly. She sat down, pulling me with her. Then, she released my hand, and lay back, her hair fanning out around her head. It was pure black, and looked so soft. There were small little waves, in each beautiful strand. Without realizing it, I had reached out, and was now stroking her hair. Instead of giving me a freaked out look, like most people would've, she just smiled knowingly. Like she had a feeling I was going to do that. I looked at her beautiful, dark gray eyes. I leaned forward, on my stomach now, and rested my forehead on her shoulder. I closed my eyes. I don't know why I was doing all this. It just seemed natural. "So" I said softly. "Why did you run away from home?" Angel was silent for a minute, before swallowing, and letting out small breath. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was nervous. I had this image of Angel as this slightly mysterious, slightly terrifying, really tough girl, who didn't get nervous. But here she was, afraid to say just why she ran away from home. It wasn't right. "My dad" she said quietly. "My dad was why I ran away from home. He abused me." I gasped softly. "Why?" I asked. I knew it was a stupid question. Most times, there wasn't even a reason why. "My mom. She left him. I'm sure you kind of expected that. But she left when I was in fourth grade. She said she didn't want him. Or this family. That she had never wanted a kid. She needed to run free or some stupid shit like that. Really though, she was just cheating on him, with some dick from work. My dad of course didn't understand that she just said all those things as an excuse to get away from him. So that she could run away with this mystery man and be free. And of course he blamed me. He blamed himself too. But he dealt with his own guilt by drinking away his problems. And of course, he dealt with his blame for me, by hitting me. Although, most of the time, he was too drunk to stand. So it didn't hurt that much. But one time, he wasn't as drunk as usual. He could mostly see straight, at least. And he threw his beer bottle at me. It hit me in the back. I had to go to a hospital to get some shards of glass removed. I never told anyone though. But one day, in 5th grade, after he had hit me, and then passed out drunk again, I decided I'd had enough. I ran away. But the police found me and brought me back. I tried this, several more times, but the result was always the same. Then, one night, I ran and I decided to go a different way than usual. I found the path on my way home from school one day. I used the path that night, but it was dark, and I was scared I'd be found again. I didn't pay enough attention to where I was going. I strayed from the path. I had lost the police, but I was lost too. I walked for an hour or two, until I just found this place. I stayed here for a couple of days. I didn't go to school. I couldn't risk anyone finding out where I was. But I began to get dirty. Sure, I rinsed myself off in the pond. But I had no soap. And then, I began to get hungry. I hadn't brought any food. So I went into town. I went to The Scoop. And an employee saw me. They felt bad for me. So they offered me a job. And when I made enough money, they offered me a room in their apartment building. They made sure no one knew I worked at the shop except them and the boss. Legally I wasn't aloud to work there, but the owner took pity on me. Same with the owner of the apartments. I was lucky that they cared. Extremely. I haven't seen my dad since that night" she finished softly. I lifted my head from her shoulder, and looked at her, tears forming in my eyes. I couldn't imagine Angel as a small child, having to go through that. I noticed that she was crying too. "Where?" I asked. She knew what I meant immediately, and sat up. Looking me right in the eyes, she began to pull up her shirt. She pulled the shirt up and over her head, then tossed it to the side. She was in her bra now. Then, slowly, as if it pained her, she turned her back to me. I saw a long jagged scar, running across the smooth pale skin on her back, right by her right shoulder. I could see right where the bottle hit her. The path it made across her skin. I touched my fingers to it. She shivered. I ran my index finger along the length of the scar, tracing, all the way to the end of it. Angel turned around, and leaned in close to me. She put her fingers up to my cheek, and guided my face closer to hers. Then, as if in slow motion, she put her lips to mine. I felt electricity ripple through my body. It was as though I'd been electrocuted. But it felt so good, I never wanted to stop. It was as though I lived and breathed through her. She pushed me back, so that I was lying flat on my back, and put her body on top of mine. She pressed her lips against mine, even harder than before. All the pain she had felt, that she had held back, was now falling free. My cheeks were wet with tears. But I wasn't crying. Angel was. She traced her fingers down the side of my body, making me gasp, from shock and pleasure. Her hands went to my bra, ready to unhook it, but I pulled back. "Angel" I breathed, gasping for breath. "Look, I don't know..." I trailed off, not sure what to say. Angel stared at me, confused. "What is it? Are you not ready for..you know?" I shook my head. "It's just- I don't know..Because-" Angel cut me off with a hard look. "It's Juliet isn't it?" she said it more like a statement than a question. I looked down, ashamed. I should love her. I do love her. But Juliet..I had known her forever. And I think I loved her from the moment I met her. But I think I'd loved Angel the minute I met her at Jason's party. Who's to say Juliet even liked me? She probably didn't. She wanted a husband. A boyfriend. It was obvious that Angel loved me. And wanted me to love her. But things are never so simple. "I-I don't know. I'm not sure how I feel about Juliet. I love her. But I love you too. I just- give me time to figure stuff out, okay?" I said, attempting to give her a reassuring look. Angel looked away. She grabbed her shirt and stood up, pulling it back on. "We'd better start heading back" she said, her tone emotionless. I bit my lip. "Angel-" 

"I SAID we better start heading back" she cut me off, coldly. My shoulders sagged. I had just ruined everything.