Past, Present, and Future.

Chapter 25

When they were finished they both laid on their backs. Victoria felt gross and violated. But she had wanted it just as much as Chad had. But now the questions arose. What did this mean for the both of them? What about Dallas?

She pulled the sheets closer to her out of pure panic. Chad seemed to notice for he looked at her and stroked her hair. "Quit worrying. I'm sure everything will work its way out. I'm telling you now that I don't think we are back together, and I don't know what this means for you and Dallas. But I will tell you that you need to be careful around that guy."

With that he pulled her closer and she found herself stuttering from the sudden heat the swarmed against her body. She liked being this way with Chad, that was undeniable. She knew that she had feelings for Chad, maybe even more then she did for Dallas. But still the question announcing its presence; Did she want to be with Chad again?

She sat up and grabbed the first thing of clothing that she saw and quickly pulled it on. Her brother would be home soon, and did not need to find her in bed with her ex boyfriend of all people. He didn't need to see her in bed with anyone. Ricky had nearly had a heart attack when he found out that she wasn't a virgin and was pregnant. More so the not being a virgin part.

Chad seemed to sense why she was getting dressed and quickly followed suit. He must have known that someone was going to come home soon.

"Victoria...." Chad started to say but I held up my hand. I didn't want to hear it, the excuses. Her head started throbbing, meaning that a headache was coming on.

She rubbed her temples and slide out of bed, going to the mirror to make herself look like she didn't just have sex. In the process of brushing her hair, the doorbell rang.

She creased her eyebrows and looked at Chad thinking that maybe one of his friends dropped by. A lot of them lived by her, and maybe they saw his car in her driveway and decided to just 'drop by' like they always used to do.

But when his expression mirrored her own of confusion, she knew that it most likely wasn't one of his friends. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and padded out of the room and down the stairs to the door. She didn't want to open it, she didn't want to see who it was. She knew it wasn't any of her family, they have keys and usually announce when they come home, well the kids anyways.

Ever since the one time that Ricky had opened the door and went upstairs without saying anything, and he found mother in bed, screaming to the high heavens, with in the process of intercourse. They both learned to announce their presence in the house, especially when entering it in the first place.

She bit her lip and grabbed the golden doorknob. The shrill of the doorbell rang out again and she heard Chad come down the stairs behind her. The door popped open with ease as she swung it past her so she could see who stood on the other side.

She gasped out loud. Not because of who it was, but because of what she had just done while he wasn't there. The guilt flooded through her like a rapid river.

Behind the door, standing on her porch, was Dallas.