The Very Secret Affair (Discontinued)

Part 11- Decisions, decisions.

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"What the fuck?" I shouted.

"What the fucking fuck are you doing with mums fucking lipstick on your lips!" I screamed. I was fuming. I could feel the anger coming up inside of me, I wasn't in control of my actions.

"Well? Oliver? There is not explanation is there? You fucking kissed her! NO. Don't even try and talk to me. I won't have it. I won't fucking have this!" I yelled as I got off the bed and stormed out.

"You foolish doctor. You used me to get to my Mum didn't you? DIDN'T YOU? No need to lie. I'm just a fucking 15 year old slag that you thought you could prey on. It all makes sense now. HAHA! And to think I thought you was interested in me! I thought you really was but OH, oh no. You're using me to get to my fucking mother! Haha! Oh my gosh I'm so stupid! What 19 year old what be interested in a 15 year old bitch who lives in a care home. Argh, I don't even want to look at you!" I shouted, opening his door widely with great force then banging it so his picture fell down and smashed into pieces. He ran after me. He was lost for words, he didn't know what to say. So he kissed me. And I slapped him. He proper thought that if he kissed me I would just melt into his arms, that just proved how much he knew me.

"Don't even bother trying that shit on me! Take your nasty lips away from me, do you hear?" I shouted.

"NO! I LOVE YOU!" He yelled. I stopped. I wasn't going to fall for it. He'd only known me like 5 minutes, how could he love me? And if he really did love me, why would he be kissing up my mum?

"Psht. Then why do it? Why kiss her? Am I not good enough?"

"I didn't do anything. You won't give me a chance to explain. Nothing happened!" he assured me.

"Then why do you have my mums lipstick all over your lips?" I asked.

"Before she came I was eating toast. I had bread crumbs all over my lips-" I interrupted.

"That's when she kissed you, right?"

"No! Let me finish!" He said.

"Finish then!"

"Well she had lipstick smudged all over her lips. I told her it was there, and she wiped it off with her hands. Then after I had finished my toast she told me I had bread crumbs all over my mouth. I wiped it away but she said it was still there, so she wiped it for me, with her lipstick covered hands." He explained. I took a minute to think, that actually made sense?

"Oh." I said. What else could I say?

"Oh." He repeated.

"So... What now?" I asked.

"I don't know. Are you still going home?"

"I'm not sure. I need to think. I need some air." I went outside and waited there. What had I done? I had made a complete fool out of myself. But what I was saying was right. I was only 15 and he was 19. He was ever so good-looking, and could have any girl like that. Why would he chose me? But then again, why would she choose Mum? I mean, she was old. If I was a man, I thought, I'd rather have a younger woman then an older one. I tried smiling to myself, to get the endorphins going. It didn't help. I needed something a little stronger.

I had noticed when I was on my way, that there was a night club down the end of the road. Maybe I could get into that. I walked down the road, bare foot and all sorts, until I got to the club. "Outer-space." That's what it was called. I hoped I could get in as an 18. I lined up in the line, looking like a tramp compared to everyone. Everyone had made an effort, bright coloured clothes, rainbow-coloured tutu's, pretty dresses and high-heel shoes. I was wearing a top that had a mud stain or it from when I fell earlier. And jeans.

When it came to my turn, the security guards toughened up.

"Excuse me ma'am, do you have any ID?" They asked. One had a very big build. The other one, not so big.

"Oh shoot! I left it at home!" I said.

"How old are you... Ma'am?" They bigger one said.

"18 Of course. How old do I look?" I asked, trying to win them over. Everyone behind me started to groan as I was holding up the line. One shouted "Get out of the line!" I just turned around and cut my eyes.

"Well, that's not for us to say." The skinnier security guard said.

"Just let me in!" I begged, in a firm tone.

"Tony, please escort this lady to the back of the line. Next!" The bigger one said to the smaller one. He might of been small but he was still strong. He picked me up, my legs were kicking in the air.

"Get off me! Let me in!" I shouted. A voice behind me spoke.

"Gentlemen. Let her in. She's with me." I turned around to see who it was. It wasn't Oliver. It was a similar looking person, however.

Tony and the other guy looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

"In you go then." The bigger one said. I smiled and walked in, dignity still in place. When we got inside I thanked him.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked.

"Sure." I know, I know it seemed like a prom moment, but trust me it wasn't. Some funky music was playing, and you could hardly slow dance to that. So we started dancing, you know, moving your hands and hips around. After about an hour of dancing we got tired and sat down around the bar. He leaned in to his , me and I kissed him back, but then I realized what I was doing an said no.

"I have a boyfriend." I said. I'm not sure what me and Oliver had, but whatever it was there was something there.

"Oh, that's a shame." He shouted over the music. The club was very dark, and strobe lights flashed, so I couldn't see much.

This guy leaned over the counter and whispered something to the bar man. The bar man nodded.

"What drink do you want? It's on me." Which was convenient, because I had no money.

"Oh, haha, thanks. You choose." I suggested.

" OK. Well than I will have a WKD. And she will have an...Orange juice?" He spoke to barman.

When I looked into my drink it was fizzing. It was an orange juice, was it meant to be fizzing? Never mind, I thought. I was really thirsty so I drank it anyway. After that. I felt so alive. But everything was a blur. And I can't remember what happened.

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I woke up next to the man at the bar. I was appalled. I only then realized, my drink had been spiked! I woke him up.

"Did we? I mean, I can't remember anything." I asked.

He smiled as he said, "we sure did."

I suddenly felt sick and ran to the bathroom. Where was I? What was I to do?

I was such a stupid child!