Denea P.O.V A Piece of My Past

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  • Dedicated to To the real Cheyenne (who has no idea I wrote this)
                                    

Well we were still trying to get over about Wayne and Martin. We were sitting around the fire now.

"I'm sorry Denea." Diane said out of blue.

"About what?" i asked looking at her.

"I know why you left. 'He' came outside." She was looking at the ground now.

"It... it, was nothing." I had to look down. Diane was the only one who knew about what happened.

"Who's 'He'and why would you leave because he came outside?" Lorraine asked. Her and Laney were both looking at me now.

"I have to tell yall something that I did over the summer. Please, don't be mad or judge, and no comments until after I'm done." I looked at both of them to make sure they agreed.

"Ok." Laney said.

"Fine." Lorraine said crossing her arms.

"Here's what happened...." I started.

     ~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~

My oldest brother, J.J. had just died and my grandpa just had two strokes, one of them making him hospitalized and paralized his right arm. (A/N Both of things have happened to me and it was the summer before 7th grade) I just wanted my brain to quit for just a little while. Well, there was this  bonefire party everyone was talking about that was tonight. I decided to go. When I got there I found a six pack of beer. I took it behind this shed and sat down alone, drinking. I was on my fourth beer when I heard footsteps coming close. I looked up with blury eyes.

"What are you doing back here?" Cheyenne asked. I knew him because I was friends his little brother.

"Keeping to myself, drinking my pain away." I said looking up at him.

"Trying to forget something?" He came and sat beside me. I notice he had a bottle in his hand.

"Yup." I said taking another drink.

"I think I know a way for you to forget but it's only temperary." He said taking a drink, too.

"What?" I asked, ready to try anything to get away from the pain.

"Follow me." He got up and gave me a hand. Then, started walking into the woods, stil holding my hand.

"Where are we going?" I asked looking around, the only light was from the big bonfire.

"You'll see, we're almost there." He answered taking another swig. I took another drink myself. Then, I saw a clubhouse in a tree in front of us.

"Come on up." He said climbing up. I followed him up.

"What now?" I asked.

"You wanted to forget something, right?"He asked looking at me.

"Yes, bad." I answered.

"Let me help you forget." He said leading me over to the bed, that I just realized was there.

"I've never..." I started.

"I'll be gentle, I promise." He said softly, interrupting me. Then he laid me on the bed. Next thing I knew, he was on top of me kissng me. Then, off went his shirt, then, mine. Slowly we had nothing on. He kept his promise.

I woke up with a start, I don't know why. I looked around and it took me a minute to realize where I was at. Next to me Cheyenne was asleep with his arm thrown over me. That's when I remember what happened last night. I looked around and saw my clothes in a pile on the floor. I mentally smacked myself. I can't believe I did that and with Cheyenne. I took his arm off me and went to get my clothes. He woke up.

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