Blended Hearts (An Interracial Stepbrother Romance Book) Page 5
“What was it you wanted, Mom?” I asked.
“I just wondered if you wanted to come with me for a bit of shopping at the mall. The boys are gone to play some golf – probably the last time they’ll be able to do that before the winter sets in.” I was staring by now. Does she really mean it? We’re going shopping together? I couldn’t believe it.
“I’m right behind you, Mom,” I replied, going to my laptop and logging out.
“Seeing your room all done up now, maybe we could even look for a small TV. What do you say?”
I was overjoyed. Not only I was going shopping with my favorite person on earth, but I might come home with my very own TV. Wow! This is getting better and better.
By lunch time, we decided to have a bite at the food court in the mall. Mom had bought the small screen TV for me and some shoes (of course) for both of us. We had looked at some of the new winter outfits, but Mom had declared that spending any more money would have to wait for a bit. Nevertheless, I was very pleased with my presents. It felt as if I had found my mother all over again.
Throughout our meal, I swore to myself that I wouldn’t spoil such a perfect reunion by describing what happened with Daniel. I needed to put the incident out of my mind completely. I knew it would be easier said than done, but paranoia was not a condition I wanted to contemplate when I was a year from going to college.
When we finally came home, we found the boys sprawled on the couch watching some hockey game or other. They were not interested in what we had done or bought – they were cheering for their respective teams and oblivious of the world around them.
When it came to plug in the TV, I had seen the optic cable outlet behind my chest of drawers before I moved it. On top of that piece of furniture was the right place for that TV anyway. I ran down to the garage, got myself a length of cable, rushed back to my room, and installed the set all by myself. Mom came to check how I was doing a while later and I was proud to show her that it all worked perfectly.
“Okay then. Since we’ve both got some work to do,” Mom said, “I’ll go back to my kitchen and leave you to go back to your books.”
I didn’t answer, but took my mom in a big hug and whispered, “Thanks for everything, Mom.”
“What’s a mom for, hey?” she said, as we parted. “Okay…, go on then,” I added as she walked out and closed the door behind her.
Minutes later, I had returned to studying.
Time was dragging on and the writing of my English essay didn’t seem to be as easy as I thought it would be. I was trying to depict an action scene that supposed to have occurred in my story, but nothing I wrote came out the way I wanted it. It had always been easier for me to write emotional scenes or narratives, but when it came to other things I didn’t fare as well. Besides which, the subject of “friendship” was a hard one for me, particularly at this point in my life. I wanted to have friends. I only counted Gabby as my friend and perhaps my mom could be described as a friend, but other than that, I seemed destined to live a solitary life. Elise and her gang of upstarts would never be my friends. They would always represent what I hated most in people: snobbery and egotism. I didn’t hate Elise, only what Elise did. Picking on people, teasing the girls she didn’t like, or haunting the lives of her own so-called friends with the exigencies of a pure tyrant. She wanted to have her slaves, her servants, her gophers and be able to direct everyone to do her bidding any time she felt like it.
At times, I wondered why Elise seldom picked on Gabby. I figured it was because of Gill. That brother of hers was such a big guy; no one would want to mess with him. Besides, Gill never seemed interested in any of the girls or what they did. I had seen him talk to Daniel from time to time and I was quite sure the two of them were friends.
All of these thoughts slowly brought me down to being my morose self again. I felt very much alone right then. Yes, I had this family to surround me, but what of it? None of them were really interested in what was going on in my life. Every day I had to fight this overwhelming urge to drop from the face of the earth, to disappear into a black hole, not to be noticed by anyone. I wanted most of all to be left alone. If Elise and her gang would only try on someone else for size and leave me alone, I think I could make it for another year.
I looked at the paragraph I had written a while ago and thought, what’s the use, how can I write about friendship when I have no one to call my friends? I shut down my computer and went to lie down on my bed. I had rolled the eiderdown to the side – still too hot to use it – hugged my pillow before I started crying.
When dinner time came round, I splashed some water on my face and went downstairs quietly. The game the boys had watched had apparently ended on a positive note, and Daniel and Richard couldn’t stop talking about the players’ performance. Mom and I exchange a knowing glance and didn’t say anything. I didn’t say two words throughout the meal. I helped my mom clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher and returned to my room, saying that I had homework to finish.
Daniel had noticed my silence – it had been louder than any spoken word. He knew I was not looking forward to going back to school the next day. Instinctively, he felt what I felt, or at least sensed that I had been hurt for a long time now and was on the brink of depression.
For all his faults, Daniel was a sensitive young man. He didn’t like what was happening to me. He wished he could stop Elise in her tracks and make her disappear. With these thoughts in mind, he watched a bit more TV with Richard and my mother.
I returned to work on my essay, wrote a few rather bland paragraphs and shut down the laptop for the night. I wanted to get to bed and forget my life for a few hours – for as long as sleep would let me escape my miserable existence.
After a nice, soothing shower, I went back to my room and plopped onto my bed. I lay down for a while, staring at the ceiling and then turned to my side to look at my newly decorated room. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Imagine this: a young woman of eighteen, unable to live her life free of the torment of my school mates. I wished I was alone on an island somewhere in the Pacific – but not here….
Lost in thoughts, I didn’t hear the door of my room open quietly and Daniel walk in to stand behind me.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
Although surprised, I was too tired to oust him, or even fight with him again. “Just go away, will you?”
“I heard you crying earlier. I was just wondering if it’s because of Elise and what she keeps on doing to you.”
“Why don’t you mind your own business and leave me alone?” I blurted, still not turning around.
However, before I knew it, Daniel slid down to lie behind me comfortingly. He spooned me gently while I buried my face in my pillow. I couldn’t push him away. Truth be told, I wanted to be in his arms for a long time.
“You know, Madison, what you feel about Elise is very understandable.”
“Sure. Tell me how you could understand something like what she does when you’ve never experienced it?”
“I didn’t say I knew what you felt, I said I understand it.” He stopped talking to caress my hair. “But you’re right; I am the first one to admit that I crave people’s company, where you want to be alone. It’s a brave thing what you’re doing. I mean going to school and trying to fend off these girls by yourself.”
I was listening. It was the first time in a very long while that I heard someone say the right words.
“Besides,” Daniel went on, “This is not going to be forever. There’s going to be someone who will come along and who will know who you are deep down and how special you are.”
With that, I turned around and stared at him for a long moment, before, finally, my lips landed on his.
We began making out with a passion I didn’t know I possessed. I knew I should not have gone any further than a kiss, but it all felt so deliciously good and so right that neither of us could stop ourselves. The feelings that were permeating my entire body then were ret
urned; they were mutual. Please don’t stop, Daniel. It feels so good!
Daniel wasn’t going to stop. We both wanted to be where we were just then. He lifted my night shirt and caressed my breasts while he pulled down his shorts and rubbed his powerful body against mine. I was lost in a sea of love and lust. I never imagined it could feel so, so good to make love. I kissed him and let my hand travel down to his penis which I took and rubbed gently. Daniel seemed to enjoy the feel of my body. It was exhilarating to feel him kissing my breasts and bite my nipples lightly. He then went down to lick my clitoris. I couldn’t believe the sensation it sent throughout my entire being. It was as if I felt alive after sleeping for a century. I was awakened to something I didn’t know could even exist between two people. I was enthralled with his touch. I squealed softly when I had my first orgasm and then brought him up to me. I wanted him in me. I wanted to experience the feeling; the burst of love yearning to explode in my vagina. I wanted it all. Daniel knew it. It was time to penetrate me. Yet, he also knew he had to be gentle. He knew I was still a virgin; this first encounter had to be perfect – he wanted it to be perfect for me.
He pounded his body against mine with force and gentleness while I relished his presence towering over me. I felt as if I was living the dream of a lifetime. He was marvelous; he was gorgeous; he was gentle and I loved everything about him.
When I felt his semen travel through me, I experienced a pleasure like none other. We had been united in love.
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