Everlasting Love

Chapter 4

In second grade a boy tried to kiss me on top of the playground. I had to act fast before his cootie lips could touch mine, so I did the only thing I could think of in that moment. I pushed him down the slide. In my defense, I could have pushed him off the side of the playground and let him fall on the grass, but I was being generous that day. After I pushed him, he went running to the teachers telling him I pushed him for no reason. I responded with I pushed him because he tried to kiss me. This argument went back and forth, but they were ready to side with stupid little boy when Adam came to my rescue. Adam's family is very well known around town and even at the age of 7 teachers groveled on hands and knees in front of him. He told them I was only defending myself and of course I was let off the hook. That day I gained a best friend and a new nickname, Sparky.

After filling in Kyra on what happened with Adam she told me all about her latest conquest. She is definitely one who likes to have fun in the bedroom.

I ended the call when she started to go into detail, to grab a book from my bookshelf. As I sat down to finally relax, my little brother came barging in.

"Ash you're home. Where you been?" Peter was an utterly adorable 5-year-old who I loved with all my heart. I have 2 older siblings who I was never very close with and their first chance they had to leave our house they didn't look back.

"Peter, you are supposed to be sleeping. Why are you awake?"

"Had nightmare, but I better now, you here," Peter said while snuggling under my covers. This happened a lot with Peter having nightmares and him spending the rest of his night in my bed. I always let him though, how could I not?

"Will you tell me story?" He asked with his blue eyes trying to convince me.

"Of course, would you like to hear about horses or spaceships?"

"Horses," he answered with a smile on his face.

As I began to tell him about horses, his eyes began to slowly shut. I kept talking until I heard his breathing even and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

I woke up the next morning to Peter pressed against my side and his drool on my neck. I slowly untangled his arms from me and headed downstairs. Peter's favorite food was pancakes, so that is what I make him every Sunday. After starting some regular pancakes, I added chocolate chips into some because those were my favorite.

I heard the stairs creaking and I figured it was Peter waking up because lord knows my mom does not wake up before 2 p.m. After pouring the last bit of batter onto the griddle I looked up to see a man I have never met before. He still hadn't looked at me, but instead walked right to the fridge like he owned the place.

"Um can I help you?" I questioned him.

He finally tore his gaze from the refrigerator to make eye contact with me and with a smile that made my stomach turn he spoke, "Actually you could help me in more ways than one."

My skin crawled upon hearing his voice. "I think it's time for you to leave," I said with as much conviction as I could muster up.

Before he could open his disgusting mouth, my mom came stumbling down the stairs.

"Alright that's enough fun for one day. I have a kid that will be up soon and I can't have you touching this one when the other one walks through the door," she slurred.

Her words stung, but I was happy that it got the man to leave. My mom reached for a beer in the fridge and stumbled her way back up the stairs. Some mother.

I got the rest of the pancakes from the griddle and went to the fridge to find leftover syrup that expired last month. Well, it can't be too bad, hopefully.