Teaching The GoodGirl Bad

Chapter 6: Saving Quiana

"Quiana! One of your friends is here!" My mom yells.

"Tell them I'm in Canada." I say and turn over on my bed.

"I can hear you." I quickly look up and saw my mom and Braedon standing at the front of my door.

"Have you ever heard to knock?" I ask rudely.

"Go back, Quiana." Braedon says.
"What?" I ask.
"Go back to the normal Quiana."

I get up and walk towards him.
"We both know you like me better this way." I say to him and smile.

"What did you do to my daughter?" My mom ask.

"He made me better, mom. Tell her. Tell her how we played "Four Corner Sex". Like a pro baby." I say and smirk.

"You had sex with my daughter?" She gasp.
"She wanted it too." He says looking at me.

I was just standing there smiling.
"I'm so sorry. I really didn't want to be this way but he is the one who made me who I am."

She walks out and shuts the door behind her. I lock it and turn back to Braedon who was taking his jacket off.

"You need to go ba-" before I let him finish, my lips was on his and he had his hands on my waist.

"Let's play that game again." I smirk and began to walkover to the corner.

"No, Quiana! I love you! I love the old you! The new you is just too much for me!" He yells.

"You made me this way." I say.
"Lesson 5." He states and walks to me. He cups my cheek and kisses me.

"Controlling yourself." I look at him and then his lips and kissed them.

(The song is what would be playing at this point on the scene)

"Quiana, controlling yourself means taming your temper. You can be bad and still good at the same time." He connects our hands and I smile.

We were on my bed and I was sitting on top of him.

"I don't think I can do that without you, Braedon." I whisper and trail my fingertips over his chest.

"Yes, you can. I believe in you, Quiana." He says pulling my hair back.

"Lesson 6: Have Fun." He says.

We got up and put our clothes back on.

We stole things from stores and then we went and got some beers.
We drunk them and ended up having s*x in the back of his car.

He took me back home and found my mom talking to a police officer.

"Quiana! Where have you been!?!" She asks panicking.

"Like you care." I whisper.
"I do care."
"No you don't! If you did, you would stoop if to work more and know where I be! You don't even act like a real mom! You don't ever bond with me and sometimes you don't come home all day!" I yell at her. I've never been so upset.

"It's that boy she's been hanging around! Uh.. Braedon!" She says.
"No it isn't his fault! I love him!" I yell.

"You don't know what love is yet, Quiana." She says.

I run out of the house and cried as I ran far away from home.

I will miss you - not.