This Is Me

thirty-two

Everytime...
Everytime we are with someone new I hear the same story. I'm so tired of this, how many times will I hear the story of how my dad cheated and have to stay quite because for years I thought I was the one that made them divorce?!
How many times will they fight over such little things?
How many times will I try to get closer to them and fail miserably feeling like they don't even care?
Just when will this end?

"He didn't abandon me you know?!" I yell, putting my finger against his chest. "He didn't come to me, make a shit tone of promises, making me believe that he was the person that would bring some kind of light into my life, and then decided he was fed up and left, you know? He wasn't the one that ignored me for weeks making me feel like I was used just for fun. Guess who was the person that did that? That's right you stupid bastard, that was you! That's exactly what Andy has that you don't, the balls to say the truth! You want to know more, he's way better, you can't even be compared to him because after I got to know him I don't even give a single fuck about you!" I spat. As you may guess I was in fact lying. I truly hate Andy but when people hurt me, I tend to try to hurt them even more.

"So, be a dear for once and get the hell away from m..."

His plump lips crash into mine, I was shocked at first but then it was like this was what I was looking for this whole time and I couldn't avoid kissing him back.

My arms linked around Stephen's neck tugging his hair provoking a moan to come from him. I really loved to see him like this and hearing that voice come from him.

Suddenly Stephen putted his hands under my butt and picked me up effortlessly moving us and grinded his core against mine, I was once again lost into this guy. I couldn't help but let a moan being released from me. I pulled away throwing my head back, Stephen didn't miss a beat and started kissing my neck, leaving butterfly kisses, every act of him seemed desperate, like he had to absorve everything before I ran away.

I wasn't planning to run away though.

Stephen started moving us, without releasing my neck. He sat me down on the restroom's sink and stopped kissing me just to look into my eyes.

"Ele, just shut the fuck up." He told me and shit was I angry. This bastard, who does he th...

It was like my body was reacting before my brain processed my acts, I threw myself at him, kissing him, tugging his hair harder than I did before and his moans grew louder. Yeah asshole, you aren't the only one able to create this arousing atmosphere.

Stephen was surprised but soon he responded to the kiss with the same will I had, it was like both of us were too mad at each other to be tender but at the same time too lost in this lust that often surrounded us.

His right hand moved to the back of my neck making us closer than what we were before, Stephen seemed to be waiting for this as much as I was but then that's when it hit me.

I'm here with this guy like it was nothing when he was ignoring me for so long, how dumb could I be to do this? I couldn't let Stephen have me wrapped around his finger like this, I was making a fool of myself. I wasn't like this, I would say had a pretty strong personality but when it came to me a lot of my principles would be thrown out of the window and I couldn't let it be like this.

I know that Stephen had an important role in my life right now but I still have to be myself and be true to my ideas.

I pull away from the kiss looking at his face. We were both flustered, Stephen eyes were filled with lust, his once blue as the sky eyes were now dark as black olives, he was panting to regain his breath and I was in the same boat as him. Stephen's hands were still on my hips while I was grabbing his shirt with all the will I had.