One Less Lonely Girl

It's All In The Past

The next morning, I rolled over and stretched out. I felt more rested than ever. The sun was shinning on my white sheets and the warm, spring air filled my room. "Justin?" I called out. There was no reply.

I threw the sheets off of myself and walked to the bathroom to freshen up. "Baby?" I questioned again as I walked to my living room. Hmm. I went to check to see if his vehicle was here, and just as I opened the door, a boy was walking up.

"Morning, babe." He walked up to me, pecked my lips and squeezed past me. I turned and kicked to door shut. "I got us some breakfast. You hungry?" He asked from the kitchen. I walked to the doorway and starred at my boyfriend.

"Well?" I giggled and walked towards him. "Thank you, Justin." I kissed his shoulder and brought the food and drink to the table. Justin sat in the chair across from me and snatched the bag. He pulled out 4 chicken mcbiscuits and 2 hash-browns.

"Is this okay, Bre?" "It's exactly what I get except I usually only get 1 biscuit." I smirked. "Well, you have one for later. I was feeling hungry." He slid me two biscuits and a hash-brown. Before I opened the wrapper, Justin had already began chowing down.

"The lady in the drive thru was flirting, baby." Justin teased. "Competition?" "Might be..." He winked. "I've always wanted a McDonalds girl." "Well, lemme go apply." We laughed for a short moment.

"Nah, but it's something I'm going to have to get used to. There's millions of girls out there who would give their lives to just sit in front of you. I just gotta have trust in my boy." I took another bite and I could see Justin's grin.

"Did you ever get to sleep?" He asked. "Yeah, you helped. I actually fell asleep to your snore." "Glad I could help, baby." He blew me a kiss and I returned the gesture.

We finished our meal with silence. It was just superbly peaceful. "It's too nice out to be in here. Let's sit outside." Justin grabbed my hand and pulled me to my balcony. He sat in a rocking chair and I plopped down in a swing.

We listened to the birds chirp and the wind blow through the trees. "You ready to tell me?" Justin anticipated. Faintly smiled and folded my legs underneath my bottom. "I guess." "Whenever you're ready. Remember, I'm here for you." I nodded and cleared my throat.

"Well uh, I was born in New Hampshire to Angie Tripp and Christopher Mclawhorn. I spent most of my life there. Uhm, everything was fine until my mom had a miscarriage when I was 5. She became an alcoholic and my dad began to beat her. One day he actually hit me, left a bruise, and my teacher ended up calling the police. My father was arrested.

She met a guy, Michael when I was 7 and they ended up marring by the time I was 8. My mom got pregnant and had my little sister, Madison. She was the most precious thing I've ever had seen.

Things were good again, until my mom died the day before Madison's second birthday. I was of course devastated. I was only 11." Tears started filling my waterline. I saw Justin rise from his seat through squinting eyes. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up. I was pulled into his chest and consoled the best I had ever been.

He pulled back, wiped my tears and pecked my lips multiple times. Justin sat in my seat, grabbed my hips and pulled me down into his lap. I was sitting sideways in the swing, butt on one side of his legs, feet on the other. He rubbed my legs and I continued.

"Needless to say, Michael was now in charge. When Madison turned four she started complaining about...her stuff being...sore. One day she told our grandmother and she took her to the doctors. Michael had been molesting her." I saw the disguisement in Justin's expression and rubbed his chin.

"She went to the cops and blah blah, we moved in with her. By now I was fourteen and in high school. I had met Marcus. He introduced me and his girlfriend Rachael. Of course we already knew each other. I met her back in New Hampshire, we were best friends, and when I moved we still kept in touch but we fell off for about a year.