Emotions are what makes us human, especially love. Caring for other individuals keeps our humanity intact. But, what's Peri to think when the very fervor she's been dreaming of feeling for another human being, is incited by her half brother Nathan...
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"Nothing to me, something to you..." - Arson
"Where were you last night?" My Father asked, leaning against the island he had me sit at. My parents were interrogating me, and it was expected since I decided to come home in the morning, rather than when I woke up earlier.
"With Roman, we went to the movies, remember?" I told, trying to not give out too much information. They keep asking me this same question over and over again, I guess because I wasn't giving them the answer they wanted.
"No, Peri, where were you .... last ... night?" He enunciated in a serious manner. I hated being at the end of his words, so I was debating just telling them everything. "This is the last time that I'm going to ask you, and then after that, you're grounded, and I wont listen to an explanation."
"Fine," I sigh, watching as my mom folded her arms. Out of the both of them, he is the only one who can get me to crack when it comes to anything, and I know that bothers her. "after the movie, all of us went to his house–"
"Who is all of us?"
"Roman, me, Xavier, and his girlfriend, Jasmine. They left again, though, and X dropped her off home. Then, the two of us went into his room and fell asleep." I elaborated, hoping that they wouldn't question me further.
"Wait, you were in his room, on his bed?" Steve asked, and then looked at my mom to observe her reaction. "Peri, you know better than that, please don't tell me that you two ... you know."
I wasn't going to sit here and lie to my dad, because he's the only person I can count on to be 100% truthful with me. So I just shrugged, not really wanting to actually say that we had sex. A look of disappointment washed across his face, and it made me feel ten times as bad.
Only because he doesn't even know that we've slept together a few more times prior to this one.
"Steve, let me talk to Petra alone," My Mother instructed, calling me by my full name. I groaned her name because of it, because she knows how much I don't like being called that. "I'm far better at this kind of thing."
As my dad left the room, she walked in closer, and spoke in a hushed tone. "How many times?" Was all that she said, and for some reason, I felt like me telling her wouldn't elicit a horrible reaction.
"5?" I tell, and looked off a bit to the side in order to rake my brain. When I was sure, my eyes returned back to hers, and she began her little lecture. "Mom, I love you and everything, but I don't think I need the talk. I'd much rather prefer getting grounded, to sitting here and watching you fondle a zucchini."
