Black Beauty (Z.A. Love Story// Explicit)

24// Newbury

We sat at the table all together. Not united, but still together.

The emotional feel that was supposed to keep a group of humans together at a table was running low. The only one I looked at was Zach.

He looked so small sitting there, as my parents sat down speaking to me about what they've done with the Scottsdale resorts and golf courses. I didn't want to know anything about how lush the grass was, or how blue the sky was, nor even the new architecture amongst the desert.

His hair long, compared to my fathers, and my mothers. My mother sat there with her hair layered and it barely touching her shoulders, and my father; him with his big eyes and barely visible facial hair, and the slight wrinkles that had come to get back at him. My mother wore that pink blouse and black pencil skirt with semi metallic leggings that hugged her skinny legs. Patent leather shoes to match.

I could tell that they had been shocked to find out about Zach.

This was the first time he had ever been brought into their view, and to their attention.

This dark, sexy boy at my table.

"I hope you find a man you can make beautiful children with" My mom once told me when I was sixteen. I didn't think about having children then. I didn't like the idea of the pain that came with conceiving.

But the thoughts of doing it with someone else other than Zach scared me.

The smell of gravy and caviar wrapped itself on everything.

"Zachary, tell me, what is it that you do?" I heard my father ask him.

I stuck one leg up and let it run against Zach's, lifting up the fabric of his slacks.

He looked at me, then he looked away back at my father.

He looked at him. He seemed scared. I was too.

My father; he was menacing in a way. In his grey speckled slacks and blood colored cashmere sweater. His thick eyebrows, and grey eyes beneath his hair that hadn't begun to fade yet, and matched his pants.

He stared at Zach. I hated the look he gave when he judged people, for I had seen it many times. But Zach; Zach was special. Nobody could judge him in my eyes. Any fault my parents could find would have had to have been forced, and their attempts would have had to have been tried too hard.

"I'm in a band" I heard him say.

My father didn't say anything back, and took a drink, bringing up a conversation that could be had with my mother.

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"Nina"

The voice spoke to me.

I felt my body spasm and twitch.

Like I had been stung, but the sensation didn't last long. I felt warmth against me, and wrapping itself around me.

My breathing was fast, my head sweating, yet covered in a coldness.

Zach was next to me. It didn't kick in until I looked into his eyes.

I felt like I had been lost for an eternity being torn between different temperatures; it was only a dream, and now I had been found with Zach looking down at me. His eyes looking into mine.

"Baby, you were having a nightmare" he said to me.

I slipped my hand up and down through his hair, then down, feeling his bare chest.

"I know" I said.

I sat up.

My parents, they had both left this apartment a few hours earlier. It was the weirdest time; awkward conversation and them getting slightly drunk, and having me drive them fourth minutes to their hotel near downtown Los Angeles. A place I had rarely ventured out too.

My heart still pounded, but it was relieving as Zach put one hand against my beast, and laying his head against mine.

"You're safe with me now" He said into my ear.

I knew what he said. Everything he told me I believed.

Why was it that I had something now? I felt lucky to have someone nearby; to have someone I could always confide in, and to let myself spill open too, like a vulnerable, open wound.

"I know that too" I said.

But that voice. It had felt like something I couldn't easily forget. I thought about it. The thin shrillness of its voice.

I remember the dream as I fell asleep. It wasn't fear that stood alone that overcame me, it was the mystery, and the fear of the unknown.

"I'm getting sick of this place" I said. He looked at me.

"Your apartment?"

"Yeah. I love it here, but I can't express how I feel. I just wish I could be somewhere else lately" I said. Newbury Park; I wanted to leave this place with Zach.

I didn't want Richard to know where I lived. I thought about him everyday.

Lately I had been feeling something that was unknown to me. It wasn't sadness nor pain. I couldn't put my finger on it, or wrap it around my mind.

My parents didn't care that much anymore. Their little girl had grown up and found a man. I had grown big. And they would only watch me grow bigger.

I'm seeing the boys in five days. I've never been more excited. I'm also finished with the ending of this story. I'll feel sad when it's done, but I want to actually write an original story; it will be beautiful, better than this. If anyone wants to read it, you'll love it. Thank you for reading.