Untold Secrets, chapter 5
Jess and I lay in bed the next morning exhausted from making love again last night. Adrienne hadn't returned home yet. The boys called saying they were staying at their grandparents for a while. I looked over at Jess. She was laying on her stomach sleeping. I traced my fingers across her bare back, and smiled when she sighed in her sleep and moved her arm to fold under her head and I saw the outline of her breast. She awoke slowly opening one eye and then the second adjusting each to the light.
"hey.." she said sleepily still laying on her back.
"Morning beautiful. You were great last night." I smirked watching her blush.
"What are you doing up so early?" she asked.
"I don't know." I said still tracing my fingertips up and down the length of her back.
"That tickles." she said with a giggle.
There were a few moments of silence when I finally decided to ask the question I'd been trying to figure out all morning.
"Hey Jess?" I said.
"Hmmm?" she asked her eyes closed once again.
"How did you get this scar?" I asked.
"What scar?" she asked.
"The one on the opposite shoulder of your tattoo." I explained.
Her eyes shot open meeting mine.
"You know you were there." she said sitting up holding the sheet to cover her chest.
"Yea, but you never told me how you had gotten it." I said confused.
"Sure I must have. Oh well it doesn't matter." she said brushing it off obviously not wanting to talk about it.
She looked down and nervously played with the blanket.
"Jess, what's wrong what happened to you?" I asked concerned.
"Remember that night you snuck over and stayed the night with me?" she asked.
---FLASHBACK---
"Jess what's wrong?" I asked concerned through the phone.
Jess had called me crying saying she needed me because she was to scared to sleep.
"I'll be right over." I said before hanging up the phone and exiting my house through my window.
Ten minutes later I was outside Jess' window making my way inside.
"Oh thank God you're here!" she cried clinging to me.
"What's wrong what happened?" I asked holding her crying face in my hands.
"He was drunk again...and ..." she couldn't finish she was crying to hard.
"Shhh...it's okay I'm here not it's okay." I reassured her as I moved to sit down on the bed.
Without saying a word she leaned back and pulled us both under the covers. She had stopped crying. She then slowly laid herself on top of me, kissing me forcefully. I kissed back not knowing what else to do, until I felt her hand slip inside my pants and begin stroking me lightly. Even though it felt so good I knew this wasn't what she wanted and she wasn't thinking straight.
"Whoa whoa Jess what are you doing?" I asked trying to breath normally as she stroked me faster.
"What what do you mean what am I doing?" she asked confused.
"Jess you don't want to do this." I assured her.
"Yes I think I do and I can tell that you do." she said looking down at where her hand was moving at a steady pace.
"Jess...come on.....uhhh.....if you don't stop that....I'm gonna....uuuuhh..." I said trying to make sentences although it was very hard to do.
"Billie I'm so sorry. I'm just so confused and....I just don't know what I'm doing." she apologized taking her hand away from me.
"Uh huh." I said trying to focus and swallowing loudly.
"No really it's okay I understand." I said finally finding my voice.
"Thank you Billie I don't know what I would do without you." she said while laying her head on my chest and yawning.
The next morning I woke up early and left a sleeping Jess in her bed and I climbed out the window and made my way home.
---END FLASHBACK---
The rest of her morning I found out today. She explained how she had woken up to find me gone but replaced by her step dad staring down on her. Some how he knew that she had snuck me into her room last night. And that I had staying the whole night. Her eyes filled with tears as she explained how he had drug her out of bed and into the bathroom where he pressed a burning hot curling iron into her shirt. Fusing her shirt with her skin. She screamed in pain wishing for it to stop. When he finally did, he threw her onto the floor and left the house to go drinking. That's when she called me crying for a second time.
---FLASHBACK---
I was over her house as fast as I could due to the urgency of her call. When I walked through the door she was sitting on her couch crying.
"Billie...help me...." she cried and then turned around to show me her fused skin.
"OMG! Let me drive you to the hospital." I said.
"No no hospitals. They'll ask to many questions. You have to do it." she said her crying slowing to a whimper.
"Do what exactly?" I asked afraid of what she was going to ask.
"Take it off." she said shortly.
"Jess, it's fused to your skin." I explained.
"I know. You have to rip it off and bandage it for me please." she pleaded.
I didn't have a choice without another word we walked into the kitchen where she sat with her stomach against the back of a chair. She pulled her shirt off of her arms and now it was all left for me to do. She braced herself on the back of the chair and I ripped her shirt from her fused skin quickly trying to spare her the tiniest amount of pain. She still wailed in pain tensing her grip on the chair and breaking into sobs. It killed me that I was causing her so much pain. As her screams died down I cleaned and bandaged the wound for her. I remember times after that day when we would hang out together whenever her back was pressed against something to winced in pain. It hurt me worse to know that I was a part of the cause of this pain. If it wasn't for me sneaking over that night this would have never happened. Although she disagreed and assured me it was never my fault, it still killed me to see her in pain.
---END FLASHBACK---
"OMG Jess I had no idea. I'm so sorry." I said pulling her into a tight hug.
"It's ok. I'll all over now." she said wiping tears from her eyes.
A little while later we fell asleep in each others naked arms once again.
"hey.." she said sleepily still laying on her back.
"Morning beautiful. You were great last night." I smirked watching her blush.
"What are you doing up so early?" she asked.
"I don't know." I said still tracing my fingertips up and down the length of her back.
"That tickles." she said with a giggle.
There were a few moments of silence when I finally decided to ask the question I'd been trying to figure out all morning.
"Hey Jess?" I said.
"Hmmm?" she asked her eyes closed once again.
"How did you get this scar?" I asked.
"What scar?" she asked.
"The one on the opposite shoulder of your tattoo." I explained.
Her eyes shot open meeting mine.
"You know you were there." she said sitting up holding the sheet to cover her chest.
"Yea, but you never told me how you had gotten it." I said confused.
"Sure I must have. Oh well it doesn't matter." she said brushing it off obviously not wanting to talk about it.
She looked down and nervously played with the blanket.
"Jess, what's wrong what happened to you?" I asked concerned.
"Remember that night you snuck over and stayed the night with me?" she asked.
---FLASHBACK---
"Jess what's wrong?" I asked concerned through the phone.
Jess had called me crying saying she needed me because she was to scared to sleep.
"I'll be right over." I said before hanging up the phone and exiting my house through my window.
Ten minutes later I was outside Jess' window making my way inside.
"Oh thank God you're here!" she cried clinging to me.
"What's wrong what happened?" I asked holding her crying face in my hands.
"He was drunk again...and ..." she couldn't finish she was crying to hard.
"Shhh...it's okay I'm here not it's okay." I reassured her as I moved to sit down on the bed.
Without saying a word she leaned back and pulled us both under the covers. She had stopped crying. She then slowly laid herself on top of me, kissing me forcefully. I kissed back not knowing what else to do, until I felt her hand slip inside my pants and begin stroking me lightly. Even though it felt so good I knew this wasn't what she wanted and she wasn't thinking straight.
"Whoa whoa Jess what are you doing?" I asked trying to breath normally as she stroked me faster.
"What what do you mean what am I doing?" she asked confused.
"Jess you don't want to do this." I assured her.
"Yes I think I do and I can tell that you do." she said looking down at where her hand was moving at a steady pace.
"Jess...come on.....uhhh.....if you don't stop that....I'm gonna....uuuuhh..." I said trying to make sentences although it was very hard to do.
"Billie I'm so sorry. I'm just so confused and....I just don't know what I'm doing." she apologized taking her hand away from me.
"Uh huh." I said trying to focus and swallowing loudly.
"No really it's okay I understand." I said finally finding my voice.
"Thank you Billie I don't know what I would do without you." she said while laying her head on my chest and yawning.
The next morning I woke up early and left a sleeping Jess in her bed and I climbed out the window and made my way home.
---END FLASHBACK---
The rest of her morning I found out today. She explained how she had woken up to find me gone but replaced by her step dad staring down on her. Some how he knew that she had snuck me into her room last night. And that I had staying the whole night. Her eyes filled with tears as she explained how he had drug her out of bed and into the bathroom where he pressed a burning hot curling iron into her shirt. Fusing her shirt with her skin. She screamed in pain wishing for it to stop. When he finally did, he threw her onto the floor and left the house to go drinking. That's when she called me crying for a second time.
---FLASHBACK---
I was over her house as fast as I could due to the urgency of her call. When I walked through the door she was sitting on her couch crying.
"Billie...help me...." she cried and then turned around to show me her fused skin.
"OMG! Let me drive you to the hospital." I said.
"No no hospitals. They'll ask to many questions. You have to do it." she said her crying slowing to a whimper.
"Do what exactly?" I asked afraid of what she was going to ask.
"Take it off." she said shortly.
"Jess, it's fused to your skin." I explained.
"I know. You have to rip it off and bandage it for me please." she pleaded.
I didn't have a choice without another word we walked into the kitchen where she sat with her stomach against the back of a chair. She pulled her shirt off of her arms and now it was all left for me to do. She braced herself on the back of the chair and I ripped her shirt from her fused skin quickly trying to spare her the tiniest amount of pain. She still wailed in pain tensing her grip on the chair and breaking into sobs. It killed me that I was causing her so much pain. As her screams died down I cleaned and bandaged the wound for her. I remember times after that day when we would hang out together whenever her back was pressed against something to winced in pain. It hurt me worse to know that I was a part of the cause of this pain. If it wasn't for me sneaking over that night this would have never happened. Although she disagreed and assured me it was never my fault, it still killed me to see her in pain.
---END FLASHBACK---
"OMG Jess I had no idea. I'm so sorry." I said pulling her into a tight hug.
"It's ok. I'll all over now." she said wiping tears from her eyes.
A little while later we fell asleep in each others naked arms once again.
