Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 5

Blythe POV

The sun rays shined in my window onto my face waking me up from a weird dream that awkwardly made me sweat and finding my hands in my panties. I pulled my hand out and my hand was soaked. Great! I guess being sexually frustrated for two months has driven me crazy. Well especially from seeing a sexier version of Mr. Trevor.

I pulled my body out of bed and went directly to the shower. The touch of the warm and cold water on my skin woke me up opening my pores and my sensation.

I don't know why I suddenly feel vulnerable and my body seems to being having a craving for sex. I didn't think losing your virginity one day then months later you would want to bad once again. Yikes! Well better this then waking up with mindless, painful cramps and your panties soaked with blood as if it was murder crime scene happening.

I quickly dressed in some dark grey jogger legging pants with black outlining, a white graphic tank top saying "I PUT THE 'AY' IN SLAY", classy and black and white high top vans. I brushed my hair to the side and put on my grey beanie. In many terms, I'm a straight tomboy. I only dress like a girl once every blue moon or when I just feel like it. I walked out my room and could hear my mom snoring in her bed, I swear sometimes she needs to get out of her depression bubble and get her life together. I ran downstairs to pick up my keys, my glasses and my shoulder bag.

I hooped on my bike and biked down to their house. It seems like it is 7am but it is really 12:30 in the afternoon. The sky was cloud making the sky look like the many shades of gray just spread over the planet like peanut butter on a sandwich. I passed by Will's house first just to see if he ever came back, but I would know he would tell me that he was coming home. God, to be honest, I never really felt this way about any guy ever. I guess it's normal to feel all warm and gooey inside for someone who was always there for you. I wish I could go back to that day after graduation.

Well aside from me feeling all desperate, I finally pulled up and the house looks different from last night. The house seem like it was an enchanted forest with dozens to millions of flowers all over, window clearer then usual, new color lining on the doors, pillars and windows as if they were trying to impress someone.

I walked up to the door and knocked on the door. By the looks of this door, they probably couldn't hear my knocks. I knocked again but soon the door was opened by a skinny tan skin color lady with brown pretty hair and a maid uniform, I guess.

"Hi, I'm here to see Mrs. Rachel. I'm Blythe." She smacked her lips and moved out the way for me. Wow, what curtesy! Once I stepped in the house, I couldn't believe my eyes. Jesus, I have died and gone to heave. The house was like only thing you would see in movies, imagination even your deepest dreams. Cream color carpet, white furniture, gold trims on the walls, pictures, couches, chairs, tables, EVERYTHING! This is crazy. How does Mom even know this woman to begin with?

"Blythe?! Little Blythe!? Is that you?" I turned and I felt like serious trash looking at Rachel. She looks FUCKING AMAZING. As if she was Victoria's Secrets daughter mix with Paris Hilton. She came down stairs and hugged me. She is quite a hugger. "Wow! You have grown so much and very, very gorgeous." Not as you.

"Thank you. I'm sorry, its been forever since the last time I saw you. Its been 10 years."

"I also heard you graduated high school and about to start college. NYU! Congratulations!"

"Thank you. Um, my mom said you wanted to talk to me yesterday. Is everything ok?"

"Well, you came at a great time. See the family and I are going to our little family vacation we go on every year, we usually do Miami, Bahamas, Greece or something with a beach and island but this year we are going to Hawaii in three days and also it's me and my hubbie's anniversary. I want to spend time with him and there's the kids."