A time to remember

Brooke Poole

I came out to Miguel and Damon about me being pregnant, which I had known about for a week or so. Miguel and Damon looked at eachother, and Miguel instantly got up and ran out of the room, with Damon chasing after him. I run behind Damon, knowing he's going to beat Miguel up. We all run out into the front yard and Damon jumped on Miguel's back, knocking him to the ground.
- "Damon stop!" I yell as I try to pull them off of eachother. It's no use trying to get them off, because Damon has a firm grip on Miguel's shirt, trying to beating his face in.
- "YOU... GOT... MY... GIRL... PREGNANT!" Damon yelled in between punches.
- "She came onto me! Stop!" Miguel screamed while throwing punches in to. A few other people from the neighborhood started to stop what they were doing and watch the fight that was happening between the two boys I love. Finally, an older man that looked about 30, pulled Damon off of Miguel as Miguel was lying lifeless on the ground. I push past the small crowd of people that was gathered around us and kneel beside Miguel, setting my head on his chest.
- "Someone call an ambulance! Now!" I scream out loud. Someone grabbed my right shoulder and turned me around, and I was disappointed to find Damon standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet.
- "Get the hell away from me, I have nothing to say to you."
- "Brooke please, you don't understand. Let me explain!" I run off down the street to get away from everyone, but Damon quickly follows me, stopping me in my tracks. I whip around facing him, crossing my cold arms over my chest. There's a moment of silence before I speak up.
- "Well?! Get to explaining."
- "Look, you know I love you. Finding out that your pregnant is really depressing for me because my dick, never entered your fucking vagina. Which means, the only other guy that could be the father, is Miguel. And I've told him to back off from you many times." I roll my eyes at his explanation.
- "How do you even know he's the father? It could be that guy over there." I say, pointing to a tall dark haired boy standing near Miguel.
- "Because I know. You wouldn't just fuck anybody off the street."
- "Damon you don't know me. Maybe I would. Maybe I would fuck someone off the street. You don't know." I turn back around and begin walking in the opposite direction from the house again.
- "Brooke would you fucking stop with this?"
- "Stop what?! I'm not doing anything."
- "If you would fuck anyone off the street, then do it. Right now." I stop in my tracks and turn around to look at him.
- "What?" I ask.
- "You heard me. Go over to that guy over there and ask him for sex."
- "B-But I'm pregnant."
- "Do it." He said sternly to me, crossing his arms over his chest. I roll my eyes and walk sexily to the guy standing at a stop sign. I stand next to the guy while Damon watches from a distance, making sure I do my job. I look him up and down; A very heavy weighted guy, with a light grey T-shirt with some mustard stains on it, that was obviously to tight for him. He also had on dark blue jeans and dirty white shoes that looked like they must've been 'Nikes' at one point. I look back over to Damon and mouth the word 'Really?' And he nods and smiles. I roll my eyes and pull my light blue tank top down a little, showing off my cleavage. I clear my throat and put my hand on the stop sign, swirling around it once so I'm facing the fat man standing there.
- "Uh, hi..." He said. His breath smelled of stale cigars, and it took me all my might to not gag.
- "Hey there hon, you looking for a good time?" I whispered lowly to him, biting my lip. The man looked around and then back at me.
- "You talkin to me?" He says.
- "Well yeah baby, your the only guy around." I reply back to him, stepping closer. I could see him gulp before grabbing my arm.
- "We could go to my car if you want. I already have a pack of Trojan condoms in there if you wanna, uh, get it on." The man smiles and winks at me, leading me away to his car. I turn back to look at Damon who is on the concrete silently laughing his head off, waving me goodbye. That asshole!
The man opens up the door to his black mini-van. As soon he opens it, the smell of both rotten, and fresh food, fill my nostrils and I seriously, almost puked in my mouth.
- "Come on in baby, back seat is for us." He says lowly to me. He climbs in the van first, with me following close behind him, and taking a deep breath of fresh air before closing the van door behind me.
He takes his shirt off and it takes me all my might to not even crack a smile when his man breasts flop out of the shirt, tiny hairs falling off from them when they bounce. I hate Damon soooo much right now. I take my shirt off as well, and the mans eyes widen as they stop at my own glorious breasts.
- "Oh you like what you see, big boy?" I say sexily to him, rubbing my breasts around. The man quickly unzips his pants and takes his dick out, which is not bigger than my index finger. I roll my eyes when he isn't looking and take my pants off as well. I don't even get a chance to take another breath before the fat man suffocates me under his rolls. He puts his condom on, and puts it to good use, using it on me. I lay there, unable to move on my own. The fat man thrusts it in and out of me in the quickest motions, and I pretend to moan and act like it hurts so he doesn't feel sad. His own breasts are swinging forward and backwards, hitting me in the face once in a while when he attempts to thrust it in. I let out a small yawn, and quickly regret it because the smell of rotten food, stale cigars, and heavy sweat fills the inside of my mouth, and I throw up a little.
- "You doin okay there, sugar?" He grunts to me.
- "Oh yes daddy, I'm doing just fine." I fake moan to him.
Once the deed is done, he finally gets up off of me and sits upright in the backseat, sweating like a pig. I wipe his sweat off of my forehead and think about what just happened as I put my clothes back on.
- "So, how much do I owe you?" He asks me once he catches his breath. I look at him surprised.
- "Excuse me?"
- "Yeah. $50?" I shake my head at him,
- "No sweetie, it's all free. Hope you enjoyed." I sure didn't though. I open the door to his van and hop out, and what I see kneeling down beside the front left tire scares the day lights out of me. Damon is sitting there, dying of laughter that he can't even sit up right.
- "What are you doing here!" I scream to him. I get no reply because he's still on the ground holding his stomach and laughing at the same time.
- "That's god damn payback for fucking me and Miguel!" He yells at me while laughing. I put my hands over my eyes and quickly run back to the direction of the house, not caring who stops me. Damon is shortly behind, no laughter coming from his lips this time.
- "Brooke, I'm sorry."
- "To late. I just got crushed by a fat man, and he smelled terribly of hot dogs and stale cigars. And his van smelled like fucking rotten food. So put those two smells together, plus the smell of sweat and sex. I almost died in there." I yell at him. I could hear him hold back laughter before responding to me.
- "Look, anyway, the ambulance people or whatever took Miguel to the hospital to see if there's anything wrong with him. Do you wanna take our white van and drive down there to see how he's doing?" I stop in my tracks, and turn around slowly to him, wiping off a tear from my face and crossing my arms over my chest, looking down. I nod my head as a yes to his question, and we head back over to the house.
We both reach the white van at the same time, Damon getting in the drivers seat, and me getting in the passengers seat, putting my feet on the dashboard and sitting back. Damon turns on the radio, and pulls out of Ms.Ryder's driveway and drives to the direction of the hospital to see Miguel.