Trapped in Ophelia's Body

Getting caught

Song: I wouldn't mind by He is We

When I get home I run upstairs and strip out of all my clothes and jump in the shower to get the rest of the sticky drink off of me. Some of it was even in my hair. Seriously. I wish that I had the nerve to punch her but then that would cause me to touch her and more than likely have her blood on me from hitting her so hard. I keep playing the scene over and over in my head. She did it on purpose just to piss me off and it worked. When I get out of the shower I dry off and then go to my room. I have to blow dry my hair because there is no way in hell that I am going to lay down in my bed with wet hair. I happen to stop to look at my phone and he has already text like five times. I send him a quick text and then dry my hair.

It takes a good fifteen minutes to dry it all the way of course I have to brush it several times on top of that. When I'm finished I climb in bed to let the weighted blanket engulf me. God it feels so good between that and my bed.

Over the weekend he comes over and we watch movies down in the den. My parents are out tonight and I forgot to mention that Kodiak might be coming over. Halfway through the movie somehow he finds himself on top of me and we are making out. His body feels wonderful on top of mine. I love how he always places the right amount of pressure on me. I'm not sure how it happens but suddenly his body is off of mine and my dad is yelling at him.

"What the hell is going on here?" My dad yells as he tosses Kodiak off of me.

I grab the blanket and throw it over me shielding my body from my parents. Shit this can't be happening. How freaking embarrassing. This is so much worse that his mom seeing us. I guess I should have learned from the first incident...dammit.

"Sir...I...I..." Kodiak begins but my dad throws his clothes at him.

 "Get the hell out of my house, NOW before I beat the shit out of you."

While he is leaving I start to run upstairs but my mom grabs my arm. "Oh...no you don't. We are not done here." She walks me back to the den. "Sit down."

My dad is totally pissed and I mean pissed. I don't know if I have ever seen him this many shades of red. "What the hell Ophelia...seriously we raised you better than this. You said nothing was going on, you swore to me that you would not do this and look dammit how could you let this happen."

I don't say anything.

My mom sits down across from me. "Are you using protection?"

I nod my head.

"Why would you do this? I never thought we would have to deal with this. You of all people can't stand for anyone to touch you. How...how in the hell...you got to explain this to me."

"Mom...it just happened. I don't know how or why...but it just did. I...I'm...sorry."

"How long has this been going on?" My dad glares at me.

I don't say anything which pisses him off even more.

"How long Ophelia? Don't make me ask again," he warns me...but I know my dad would never lay a hand on me. I really do feel bad about all of this.

"For a while...several weeks...I'm sorry. I really am."

"Sorry isn't good enough this time. You promised nothing was going on; we trusted you."

I debate on arguing about it but decide to keep my mouth shut.

"Does his parents know?" my mom asks.

I nod my head.

"Jesus, Ophelia...seriously I have never been so disappointed in you. Go to your room...just go," she says in a harsh tone. I have a feeling that I am going to be grounded for a while over this one.