Hidden Secrets (Jelena)

Chapter 1

He put his firm arms around my waist and pulled me to his muscular chest. His hands roamed my body, moving from my waist to my hips, leaving me in goosebumps. Slowly, his face inched closer to mine, purposely staying still when I could feel his warm breath on my face. Leaving me in desperation for him to kiss me. He smirked when he looked deep into my needy eyes and gave in by placing his soft lips on mine. Our tongues moving in sync as he took this opportunity to push me on to the bed. He pulled away when his body was hovering over my small frame, leaving me panting for more. He busied his lips into my neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on my neck. He focused on the soft, weak, spot on my neck and began sucking on it harshly. A quiet, but hearable moan escapes my lips, giving him the satisfaction, he craved from me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he hovered over me, and I grabbed the hem of his long yet plain white t-shirt, attempting to pull it over him. Just when I began to unbutton his pants -

"Wake up," My annoying stepsister shouted, throwing a pillow at me.

"Hmm," I said sleepily, covering my face with the pillow beside me.

"Selena!" She yelled my name over and over. "Wake up already, you're going to be late."

"What time is it?" I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

Finally, opening my eyes and taking in the bright morning light coming in through the windows. I

"Seven-thirty," she replied.

FUCK.

I jumped off the bed and began getting ready. How is it that it's the first day of college and I am already running late? I had promised myself last night that I was going to be more organized and timelier this school year. However, I had already betrayed myself...again.

"Rebecca! You could've told me!" I shouted.

She shook her head at me, "Don't blame me!"

Ugh, I know.

These stupid dreams always get me late.

The more I stay away from those things, the more my mind tortures me to remind me how badly my body craves it.

My mom is one of the reasons I don't want a boyfriend. She and Dad once had the most loving relationship, kind of like the ones you see on T.V. and it had made me so hopeful towards love, thinking I would find the same one day and be happy like them. That was until the perfect dream was shattered and Mom discovered that he was cheating on her. She gave him a last choice. It was either going to be her... or the other woman. It broke my Mom completely when he chose her. Everything they had built, destroyed so easily. For that, I hate my dad. He left and started a new life, with the woman he claimed to love enough to leave my Mom and I alone. I picked up the broken pieces of my Mom's heart. Or so, I tried. Thinking one day she would be happy again. Little did I know, it was only going to get worse from there. She fell into a deep, severe depression and the doctors were convinced it would become chronic. As time passed, she grew more upset and I tried every day to get her to eat and give her hope of getting back on her feet. I was too young to really have an impact on her, or else I would have physically dragged her out of bed and forced her to do more. I wish I had known better; I wonder if she would still be here if I had been a better daughter. I should have done more. I could have prevented it all. Maybe I could have saved her.

A YEAR AGO

"Be careful Selena. It's a cruel world," my mom said. She was laying on the hospital bed.

I stare at her pale face, her hands shaking as she reaches out for my cold one. I find myself trying to remember the last time I saw her happy.