The Girl Behind The Mask ✔

Chapter Nine -The Truth Is Out-

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          “What are you doing?” I asked watching him place kisses on my body. Just the touch of his lips on my body sent sparks flying, and a chill up my spin. This boy has my stomach doing flips.

          “We both know you want to. So just relax and let me take over.” He said kissing my neck. I know it was wrong but my body wanted to so bad, I could not resist any longer. Fighting it was just too much. I gave up and let him take control. It was not long before I actually wanted him inside me. He moved his hands up my shirt and played with my breasts. As he continued to kiss on my neck, I let out soft moans in his ear. His hands traveled down my body to my shorts and he took them off. Then he took off my shirt. Therefore, I was in my bra and panties. He kissed my lips as I tugged at his belt. Our tongues explored each other’s mouth once more before I finally got it loose. He then, took his shorts off right along with his shirt. Then went back to exploring my body with his kisses.

          I was laying there enjoying the moment when I said, “Do you know how bad I want you right now?” I tried to stop myself but I was too late. I did not know what I was saying or if it was me, who said it.

          He looked me in the eyes and a sly grin appeared on his face. “You haven’t said anything but a word.” He reached on the night table, pulled out a condom, and slid it onto his already erect penis. He slowly pulled my panties down exposing my wet clit. “You sure you can handle this?” He asked teasing my area with the head of his penis. I was afraid of what may come out my mouth so I just shook my head. “Okay.” He wrapped my legs around his waist as he entered in slowly. Just the feel of him inside made my blood boil. I let out soft moans as he moved in and out.

            Just the intensity made me wake up in a cold sweat. What was that about?I got up and went to the bathroom to clean my face off.I ran some cold water in the sink, and splashed it in my face.Then grabbed my face towel and dried off.Once I was done, I looked in the mirror and saw Jason standing behind me. My heart almost jumped out my chest when I saw his face. When I turned around there was no one there. Why is my mind playing tricks on me like this? I turned off the lights and went back into the room.I sat on my bed when I noticed the clock read a quarter to 5. I remembered that I never talked to my parents before I went to sleep.I got up, put on my slippers, walked to my parents’ room, and opened the door a little, when I saw my mom sound asleep.Once I had closed there, door and walked by the steps I noticed some lights on downstairs. I went down to investigate and saw my dad in the kitchen.

          “Hey daddy what you doing up so early?” I asked walking into the kitchen. When he looked up, I could tell something was bothering him. His eyes were red, and puffy, and he had bags under them. Looked as if he has not been to sleep in days.

            “Couldn’t sleep.” he said as he continued to sit there and stare off into space.

            “What’s wrong?” I asked standing beside him and rubbing his back. Even though my dad and I really have not seen eye to eye, we always manage to connect and talk. It is as if I could always go to him with any problem, but I would turn to my mom when I need help. “Nothing. Just got a lot on my mind that’s all.” he rubbed his hands over his tiered face and let out a big sigh. It seemed as though he was trying to lock away his troubles within his mind but they will not fit in the closet.

            “Oh.” I stopped rubbing his back and went to pore us a glass of water. I handed him his cup and stood on the other side of the island.

            “What are you doing up so early?” he asked taking a sip of water.

            “Weird dream woke me up, and I wanted to make sure you guys got home safe.” I said taking a sip of my water also.

            “Yeah, we got home around 2 and I couldn’t sleep.” He just sat there playing with his fingers not looking up at me. I am concerned about him now.

            Not knowing what to say I just nodded my head and replied, “Okay.” It was quiet for a wile. We just sat there drinking our water and staring off into space. I was looking at my dad, just sitting there. I know there is more he not telling me, but I will not sweat it. He look stressed enough. I just hope he gets the sleep he deserves.

            That‘s when a thought popped into my head, and I thought I would get my answer. “Daddy?” I can tell he was out of it because when I called him it took him a wile to respond.

            “Yeah baby. What‘s up?” He replied looking at me. Seeing him like this I started to second-guess myself. I did not want to bring up the topic and have him worrying even more, but I just had to know.

            “Who were you and mommy talking about yesterday?” His facial expression just changed.

            “You really want to know?” he asked. The tone in his voice had changed right alone with his expression. I guess he heard it too because he cleared his throat and sat up straight. He sat there and thought witch made him look a little mad. Just seeing him mad made me not want to continue.

            I swallowed the block in my throat and said, “It’s that bad?” He let out a deep sigh and shook his head, as if he was trying to get rid of the memory.

            “Look,” He said. “When you were only about 2 and a half. Your uncle- my brother- had anger problems. If nothing goes his way or you do not do what he asks, he will get mad. So one day your brother and your uncle were ar--” Wait did he just say BROTHER?!

            I cut him off before he could finish. “Wait a minute I had a brother?” I knew there were some things they were keeping from me. What is next I have a sister too. When I said what I said, he looked at me regretting what he is about to say. Realizing what he had just said he let out a deep frustrated sigh and continued.

            “Yeah. You know long story short.” He said, “Your uncle and your brother got into a very heated argument and your uncle punched him in his chest. He had an asthma attack and died.” he added.

            “So what happened to me?” I asked curiously. “You were sleep through everything. You were a quiet baby. You slept through anything. When I say anything I mean anything.” He had a sly smile on his face, trying to make light of the situation. Then I caught on to what he meant.

            “Daddy that’s just nasty!” I exclaimed. We both laughed at what he said.

            “Hey it’s the way of life.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

            “So what happened to your ‘brother‘?” I said with the use of air quotes.

            “He went to jail for two murder charges. Now he’s out.” He did sound so happy about that. Hell I would not either if my brother killed my son I would be in jail for killing him. This family is just twisted.

            “Oh.” I could not think of anything else to say. As I finished off the last bit of my water, I picked up my dad’s glass and sat them both in the sink. We sat and talked until about six, maybe. I still cannot believe I had a brother. Wonder why they never talked about him around me. He showed me some pictures of him, and told me the stories behind them. His name was Cedric and he was only nine when he died. I have found life very interesting this weekend. What else is new?