Spark

Chapter 1: How It Began

Eric Anderson has been in my life since I was born. He was there for my mother when his best friend (my father) was working and she was in the delivery room pushing me out into the world, Eric was there cutting the umbilical cord.

My dad was working a lot for a lot of my first times, but Eric was there. He was there for my first words (I literally thought he was my dad, it took me the first three years of my life to realize he wasn't); he was there for my first steps; my first birthday; first day of school. He was there for it all.

I developed feelings for him in a more romantic sense when I was sixteen years old and he was teaching me how to drive. My mother was trying to teach me, but her yelling for me to slow down I'm going too fast or that I need to use the turn signal was really only helping to crash; so, I almost gave up when Eric said he'd teach me. He was so patient. He'd tell me patiently that I need to slow down, or that when I was trying to parallel park he would get out and guide me into the space.

I think what turn to me liking him more than just being my Uncle Eric was his muscles. For a guy his age he was well built. Like magazine model built. He would come and the way he would have his shirt unbuttoned showing his abs, the way his muscles flexed whenever he took a sip of beer. But it wasn't just his body it was his smile. He knew how to light up the room. Plus I liked how he had his long black hair in a man bun and his beard was nicely trimmed close to his face. He was perfect.

I was sixteen when I started to develop those feelings. I did everything I could to attract his attention. I wore bikinis in the summer, I wore tight pants and mini skirts and push-up bras. I wore more makeup and high heels. My parents and my best friends Chloe and Zoe knew why I was more and more interested in my appearance. Or, so they thought. They thought I was doing it for this guy at school named Austin Banks, though he is attractive that's just not who I was doing it for. It was all a show and tell for Eric.

For awhile I kept trying, but when I realize he'd never see me in the way I want him to see me I just gave up. One night I was listening to Taylor Swift's Teardrops on my Guitar and he comes in knocking on the door. "Hey, princess." I turn on my side my back facing him. "I'm going home." "Great, have a safe drive home."

I guess he was able to tell my indifference because I feel him sit on the bed. I feel shivers go down my body as I felt his breath on my back. "I know what you've been up to." I didn't have to ask because that would be a stupid question. "The short skirts, tight pants and the push-up bras; baby, you have no idea what you're doing to me. Just wait two more years and I'm all yours." He kisses my shoulder and I heard the door shut behind him.

*Two Years Later*

It was my eighteenth birthday. I was a free woman and there was nothing holding me back. I knew what I wanted from Eric and I had everything planned. I saved up money and got this blue (because that is his favorite color) strapless lace teddy lingerie from Victoria's Secret. I had my black heels that I wore to homecoming that he complimented on. I had wanted a gala dinner with friends and family for my birthday and I wanted everything to be perfect. Sultry red lipstick, floor length blue gown that had crystals on the blue lace bodice. My hair was swept to the side and clipped with crystal hair clip. I was perfect. The night was going to be perfect.

He never showed. The guy, no, man I truly loved didn't even show up. His excuse was that he had something come up. Well, that night like a psycho I decided to drive to his house. He was there because he's the only person I know that has an orange color Suburban. But, there was a baby blue Mitsubishi Outlander in his driveway too that I have never seen before. And when I looked in the living room bay window where the lights were lit up all cozy and saw something that made me sick to my stomach.

A woman who was breathtakingly beautiful I'll admit was climbing on top of Eric. She had a thin hourglass figure body, long Auburn hair, her breasts were just the right size. She didn't need it, but even the makeup enhanced her natural beauty. I wanted to punch myself in the face. She's a real woman, I'm just some insulant child. He must've sensed there was someone watching because they both looked up. He pushed her off quickly when he saw my purple Dodge Challenger. I could tell he was going to come out and say something, but I just flipped him off and drove off. I didn't see him again until four years later.