His Forbidden Love

Chapter 14

Max

I had left Masons house at eight in the morning, we both hugged and he promised to bring the guys to see me every day of visitation, then headed to my house to wait for Kayla to take me in.

Now I know what your thinking.....Why did she have sex with Mason? How can she fuck a guy that's in a relationship? How can she have sex with her best friend without being worried if it'll ruin her friendship?

So if you're asking yourself that, then you still don't understand that I'm not your typical cliche prude of a teenager, and you clearly still don't know me. This wouldn't be the first time I've had sex with Mason either. We have done it two more times before. But that's just it, its just sex, something to help you release any stress you might have build up. I don't worry about losing him becasue we both know that it's only physical and not emotional when we have sex. Now if it would of been somebody else that I'd fuck then they wouldn't understand where I'm coming from, they might think that I would want a relationship with them and expect me to be a girlfriend instead of just being friends with benefits, but its not the friends with benefits that you usually hear about. Its completely different, our friendship doesn't consist of just sex, He is the only one that really knows me. Mason and I truly know what a friendship really means even if other people may think of it as wrong. He's been there for me, and we really don't see each other in that romantic kind of way. Believe it or not. Oh and the him being in a relationship part.... Well do remember that I'm not the one to have sympathy on a person. But of course once one of us has someone we actually want to be in a relationship with for a long, long time we stop having sex. I mean we're not animals!

Anyways, where was I?

Oh yes...

I'm walking up the driveway and I see that kaylas car isn't here. She must've gone to the diner or something. I get to the door and try to open it but its locked, duh Max. I remembered that I had left my phone and house keys inside my bag but I left it in my room. Why must I be so forgetful? I bang my head on the wooden door, this is just not my week, and because of everything that's been going on lately I haven't gone to the gym to let out my anger on my punching bag. I really hope nobody fucks with me anytime soon, or they'll be a victim of my loss of a sand bag.

I groan one last time and decide to walk to the back of the house. The restroom window is usually unlocked so I hope that's the case right now. 

And it is thank God! I look around for  something to keep the window up, I don't want it sliding back down on me while I try and get in. With my luck I'm sure it would. I find a moldy old log and position it on the side of the window. I lift my left leg up first and put it through the window then hunch myself and push my body forward leaving my right leg the only thing outside. I jump a little until I get myself completely inside the restroom. I look around and eye the tub. Might as well bathe too.

When I finished taking a bath, yes a bath, and a long one at that I got out not bothering to dry or wrap myself in a towel. What for im alone right now anyways. I head to my room naked and get some grey cotton panties and bra from my drawer and head to my closet to look for something to wear. I find some dark skinny jeans and a black fitted long sleeve shirt and pair them of with my white and black addiddas. After that I pick up my makeup bag and plop myself on my bed. I sigh as I start to get everything out from my makeup bag, I'm really gonna miss wearing it. I begin my ritual and when I'm done I get up from my bed to do my hair. I usually just curl it at the ends, so that's how ill be doing it today I geuss.

I take one last look at myself in the mirror and sigh, one more hour and ill be leaving. I try to look at the positive on this I mean its not so bad. Ill be away from Kayla, no one will bother me or talk down on me there, I get to work on my fighting skills more and work out non stop. Anybody would be dying right now but to me, it's no big deal. I've been living in hell all my life, that this actually seems more of a relief than a punishment. The only thing is that my friends will miss me. Hopefully over time they start to forget about me, it'll be easier for them that way.

I hear Kayla honk from outside and I get up from my bed lazily. Before heading out I try to memorize how my room looks, and I smile, it looks just like me, lifeless. 

I close my door and walk out. This is it. I'm finally going to live without Kayla for a while. Its not how I wanted to leave but oh well, you take what you can get. I open the car door and let myself inside. Kayla without so even as a hello starts the engine again and begins to drive off to the juvenile center where I'll be living, and as if it just hit me like a ton of bricks, I just noticed that I didn't eat breakfast! Fuck my life.