In Love With The Preacher's Daughter

28. Ya Bestfriend

August POV

"Why you never talk to me?" I asked and she sighed

"What you mean, we talk all the time" she looked up at me.

"But not about how you really feel. You've never mentioned anything about your childhood or your ex. You know everything about me yet I sleep next to you at night and I don't fully know you. I don't know anything about your past, your fears, what you like."

"Neno knows everything about you"

"He's my best friend Aug I've known him since I was born. He's always been there of course I'm comfortable talking to him about everything" she cut me off.

"Hell Travis knows things I don't, I'm ya man, ya boyfriend, ya lover yet I feel like I don't know a single thing. Why can't I be ya best friend too?" I stared at the ceiling

"You are my best friend baby, I can be myself with you more than anyone" she looked up at me

"Then why won't you open up to me" I asked

"You have a lot going on Aug and I don't want to bother you with my problems. Trav and Neno don't know everything but they know some things. I guess I'm not the person to talk about my own personal issues and what I'm dealing with, it's easier for me to keep them locked away and deal with them by myself instead of telling someone and reliving them. Plus I never really had anyone I was comfortable with enough to tell" She rubbed up and down my chest with her eyes still closed but her breathing was a little heavier almost as if she was getting nervous about what I was about to ask.

"You're not alone anymore ma, you can always talk to me and tell me how you're feeling or let me help you carry that load. I want to be that person you're comfortable enough with to tell the things you wanted to take to the grave to. I'm not going to hurt you but I feel like I need to know the real you to be the right man for you." I sighed

"I was 2 when my parents divorced my daddy got some girl at our church pregnant and she had a baby that I didn't find out about until I was 12 years old but that's why they divorced. Umm my daddy moved into some apartments across the street from the church and my mom was left with the bills of the house. She couldn't pay them asked my dad's dad (my granddaddy) said he and the church couldn't help not even for the mother of his grandchild. We moved with my god mom for a few months and then moved in with my grandma.

August please don't look at me differently" she looked me in the eyes

"It's okay baby I promise" I looked her in the eye and she nodded

"I was about 4 maybe when it started..." She paused and I rubbed her shoulder preparing myself for whatever she was about to tell me.

"I can't remember who started first but I remember being at my dad's apartment with my brothers and male cousins cause they were always with him. He had to play at the club at night so he wouldn't be there during the night.

Everyone would go to sleep and I'd be in my daddy's room laying in bed with the nightlight and tv on and one of my cousin would come in a close the door and climb in the bed with me. We'd talk and then he'd start touching me in between my legs I didn't know what he was doing but I remember him telling me to be quiet and I'd listen. He would lay on top of me and pull panties off and rub himself against me. He'd never penetrate but he would always do that. And then I'd see this white stuff and he get a towel out of the bathroom and then he'd leave out and go back in there with everyone else like nothing happened. I didn't know what he was doing so I never said anything.