Mike's Dirty Little Secret, chapter 24
A week later
Mike and I were very worried about Billie Joe. Since Brad had yelled at him, he's been less talkative, he hangs out with that Travis guy a lot, but with caution. He's so afraid Brad is watching him, he's jumpy too. Mike and I have been talking about maybe talking to the school counselor about calling him down to see him. Mike and I both saw the positives and the negatives with that. Positive: Billie would get help and Brad might be put away. Negative: If it doesn't work out, Brad could get pissed and do even worse things to Billie than he had before. Not that there was worse things you could do than rape your own step-son.
Billie had even been reluctant to sit with Mike, Tre, and I at the lunch table. It's like he didn't trust us anymore. And he always eats with Travis. Not that I had anything against it; I thought they made a cute couple. Tre had pointed out that maybe he just needs some time apart from his friends because he feels like he's being closed in. When I heard Tre say that I was a bit shocked, I had never heard him talk so logically before. Tre was actually a pretty smart kid, when he wasn't high or drunk; even sometimes when he wasn't high or drunk he did stupid things. But I think that's why we all love Tre so much.
"What do you think about those two?" Tre asked Mike and I glancing at Travis and Billie across the cafeteria.
"I don't, I think it's cute," I replied.
"Really?" Mike and Tre asked together.
"Yeah."
"I heard two guys talking about them the other day," Mike stated.
"Yeah, so?" I asked. "Are we any better by talking about them?"
"No, he was just saying that other people were saying shit about them," Tre retorted.
"I get that, so what did the assholes say?" I asked.
"I heard them talking about Billie and Travis and saying that they were fags and that the only reason they stay after at practice is to butt fuck in the shower," Mike replied.
I pondered for a moment. "Really now?" I asked.
"Yeah, pissed me off a bit," Mike replied.
That's really all we talked about at lunch. Mike drove me home in his truck. I loved him driving home, we always went back to his house, on days Billie Joe had practice, and we'd fuck. And yes, Mike and I finally arrived and hurried up to his room and did it three times before we heard Billie get home. Mike and I just sat there cuddling, naked under Mike big ass comforter. He was caressing my head and whispering lustfully that he loved me and that I was hot. But then suddenly I heard Billie talking and I heard another person reply and I suddenly started to listen.
"Why do you even like me Billie?" a boy asked.
"Because, your nice to me. You accept me for me. You don't hate me. And well, I have such bad luck with women, so I thought maybe a relationship with a guy would be better. I wanted to try it," Billie replied.
I knew at that moment it must have been Travis in the house.
"And well, I'm really attracted to you and well, you dick is pretty big," Billie added giggling. Travis giggled with him.
I became wide eyed as I turned my head to look at Mike and he had the same expression on his face.
"Oh, my god," Mike muttered.
"Well thanks Bill, I'm glad you like it, you give on hell of a bj," Travis said and laughed.
They started to walk up the stairs.
"You do have lube right?" Travis asked.
"Yes always," Billie replied.
Then they walked into Billie room and the shut the door and I head him lock the door with a snap.
"Wow," Mike said.
"Yeah," I replied and I started to sit up.
"No, where are you going? Don't leave," Mike begged.
"I think I'm going to head home," I replied standing up.
"Why?" Mike asked.
"'Cause."
Mike sat up his upper body exposed and I began to search for my underwear.
"Can I come with you?" he asked.
"I suppose if you want to," I replied.
"Could we maybe fool around some more?"
I looked over at him, is that all he ever wanted?
"Is that all you want?" I blurted.
"No, I love you, I just want to fuck you too," Mike said a sly grin forming on his face.
"I know," I replied.
Mike and I got dressed and we walked out of his room and I heard Billie and Travis moaning. Mike and I looked at each other and paused. We tried not to laugh but a giggle escaped my lips and we ran down the stairs and out the door.
Mike and I were in my room just sitting on my bed. We were looking through magazines and what not. We weren't actually on each other for once. Mike was reading a article about Poison in Cream. Poison to me was a good band, I enjoyed listening to them. I was listening to Mike talk, he had the most sexiest, smoothest voice I had ever heard. I was in love, madly in love with him. Things were starting to fall into place you know? I didn't think I was going to fit in with anyone here when I moved but Billie Joe, Mike and Tre made me felt like I had belonged. Even though I had hurt Billie, I knew he didn't hate me, we had both been through that. The only thing that had been getting to me is my mom. She wasn't yelling at me too much anymore. Which was good but it made me a bit anxious and nervous. She had been giving me trouble about going out with Mike. She usually called me a slut, a whore, a run around. i didn't know, I had only slept with Billie and Mike since I had moved here; personally I don't think that made a slut.
"Hey, do you wanna?" I asked interrupting Mike.
"What?" Mike asked looking up from his reading.
"Yeah, I'm feeling kind of horny, I wanna fuck baby," I replied.
He threw the magazine aside, and he instantly put his arms around me and we began to kiss tenderly. Mike and I made love again, man he was hell of a man in bed.
The air hung muggy in the air, it smelled like sex, the air reeked of sex; I loved it. I had my arms loosely wrapped around Mike with on side of my face resting on the crook of his neck. His head was gently placed on the top of my head.
"I love you," I whisper softly in his ear.
"Love you too," Mike replied.
I felt myself start to drift off to sleep in Mike arms...
"DESTINY LAUREN TRENTON!" my mother screamed which had woken me up and Mike and I were fully aware of her presents. Mike and I moved quickly and covered ourselves up.
It was dark outside now, Mike and I must have fallen asleep. My mom was standing in front of us with a glaring look. Her face almost as red as a cherry. Mike looked scared shit less, as well as I'm sure I did.
"What the hell are you two doing?!" she asked completely outraged.
Mike and i just stared at you.
"You little slut!" my mother screamed and she she smacked me hard.
But that sent Mike over the edge, "How fucking dare you!" he screamed.
She just stared at him.
"Who do you think you are? Coming in here and having sex with my daughter? Huh?" mom snarled.
"I'm your daughters boyfriend, and I have the right to fuck her. I have the right to fuck her in her bed, in my bed. Maybe I'll even fuck her in your bed," Mike said carefully, putting emphasis on the last few words.
She once again stared at him with an angry expression on her face. "I can't believe this."
"Why?" I asked.
After all this time I had took what my mother said to me and never tried to argue with her that far, but I had reached my breaking point.
"What mother?" I asked. "You can't take it that your little daughter doesn't want to do what you want her to do? Mom, your more messed up than me, you shoot heroin, you smoke pot, you're an alcoholic; mom, you've never been a mother to me. All you do is yell at me for liking things I like, for who I love, for who I fuck. I hate it."
"You ungrateful little bitch!" she screamed and she slapped me again.
"I HATE YOU!" I screamed back at her.
She stared at me but her expression turned from hate to hurt. I had never flat out told my mom that I hated her. I couldn't stand the way she treated me anymore. And now, I had to be honest with her and myself, I hated her.
She looked hurt, like she couldn't believe that her own daughter had just said that she hated her. It was like a rich mom taking their 16-year-old out to buy a car and their mommy didn't let them get the car they wanted, so they told them they hated them for no reason. As if I had no right to tell her I hated her.
She turned away looking like she was going to cry, "Fuck you then," she said and she walked out of my room, she walked out of the house, and once and for all she walked out of my life.
Mike and I were very worried about Billie Joe. Since Brad had yelled at him, he's been less talkative, he hangs out with that Travis guy a lot, but with caution. He's so afraid Brad is watching him, he's jumpy too. Mike and I have been talking about maybe talking to the school counselor about calling him down to see him. Mike and I both saw the positives and the negatives with that. Positive: Billie would get help and Brad might be put away. Negative: If it doesn't work out, Brad could get pissed and do even worse things to Billie than he had before. Not that there was worse things you could do than rape your own step-son.
Billie had even been reluctant to sit with Mike, Tre, and I at the lunch table. It's like he didn't trust us anymore. And he always eats with Travis. Not that I had anything against it; I thought they made a cute couple. Tre had pointed out that maybe he just needs some time apart from his friends because he feels like he's being closed in. When I heard Tre say that I was a bit shocked, I had never heard him talk so logically before. Tre was actually a pretty smart kid, when he wasn't high or drunk; even sometimes when he wasn't high or drunk he did stupid things. But I think that's why we all love Tre so much.
"What do you think about those two?" Tre asked Mike and I glancing at Travis and Billie across the cafeteria.
"I don't, I think it's cute," I replied.
"Really?" Mike and Tre asked together.
"Yeah."
"I heard two guys talking about them the other day," Mike stated.
"Yeah, so?" I asked. "Are we any better by talking about them?"
"No, he was just saying that other people were saying shit about them," Tre retorted.
"I get that, so what did the assholes say?" I asked.
"I heard them talking about Billie and Travis and saying that they were fags and that the only reason they stay after at practice is to butt fuck in the shower," Mike replied.
I pondered for a moment. "Really now?" I asked.
"Yeah, pissed me off a bit," Mike replied.
That's really all we talked about at lunch. Mike drove me home in his truck. I loved him driving home, we always went back to his house, on days Billie Joe had practice, and we'd fuck. And yes, Mike and I finally arrived and hurried up to his room and did it three times before we heard Billie get home. Mike and I just sat there cuddling, naked under Mike big ass comforter. He was caressing my head and whispering lustfully that he loved me and that I was hot. But then suddenly I heard Billie talking and I heard another person reply and I suddenly started to listen.
"Why do you even like me Billie?" a boy asked.
"Because, your nice to me. You accept me for me. You don't hate me. And well, I have such bad luck with women, so I thought maybe a relationship with a guy would be better. I wanted to try it," Billie replied.
I knew at that moment it must have been Travis in the house.
"And well, I'm really attracted to you and well, you dick is pretty big," Billie added giggling. Travis giggled with him.
I became wide eyed as I turned my head to look at Mike and he had the same expression on his face.
"Oh, my god," Mike muttered.
"Well thanks Bill, I'm glad you like it, you give on hell of a bj," Travis said and laughed.
They started to walk up the stairs.
"You do have lube right?" Travis asked.
"Yes always," Billie replied.
Then they walked into Billie room and the shut the door and I head him lock the door with a snap.
"Wow," Mike said.
"Yeah," I replied and I started to sit up.
"No, where are you going? Don't leave," Mike begged.
"I think I'm going to head home," I replied standing up.
"Why?" Mike asked.
"'Cause."
Mike sat up his upper body exposed and I began to search for my underwear.
"Can I come with you?" he asked.
"I suppose if you want to," I replied.
"Could we maybe fool around some more?"
I looked over at him, is that all he ever wanted?
"Is that all you want?" I blurted.
"No, I love you, I just want to fuck you too," Mike said a sly grin forming on his face.
"I know," I replied.
Mike and I got dressed and we walked out of his room and I heard Billie and Travis moaning. Mike and I looked at each other and paused. We tried not to laugh but a giggle escaped my lips and we ran down the stairs and out the door.
Mike and I were in my room just sitting on my bed. We were looking through magazines and what not. We weren't actually on each other for once. Mike was reading a article about Poison in Cream. Poison to me was a good band, I enjoyed listening to them. I was listening to Mike talk, he had the most sexiest, smoothest voice I had ever heard. I was in love, madly in love with him. Things were starting to fall into place you know? I didn't think I was going to fit in with anyone here when I moved but Billie Joe, Mike and Tre made me felt like I had belonged. Even though I had hurt Billie, I knew he didn't hate me, we had both been through that. The only thing that had been getting to me is my mom. She wasn't yelling at me too much anymore. Which was good but it made me a bit anxious and nervous. She had been giving me trouble about going out with Mike. She usually called me a slut, a whore, a run around. i didn't know, I had only slept with Billie and Mike since I had moved here; personally I don't think that made a slut.
"Hey, do you wanna?" I asked interrupting Mike.
"What?" Mike asked looking up from his reading.
"Yeah, I'm feeling kind of horny, I wanna fuck baby," I replied.
He threw the magazine aside, and he instantly put his arms around me and we began to kiss tenderly. Mike and I made love again, man he was hell of a man in bed.
The air hung muggy in the air, it smelled like sex, the air reeked of sex; I loved it. I had my arms loosely wrapped around Mike with on side of my face resting on the crook of his neck. His head was gently placed on the top of my head.
"I love you," I whisper softly in his ear.
"Love you too," Mike replied.
I felt myself start to drift off to sleep in Mike arms...
"DESTINY LAUREN TRENTON!" my mother screamed which had woken me up and Mike and I were fully aware of her presents. Mike and I moved quickly and covered ourselves up.
It was dark outside now, Mike and I must have fallen asleep. My mom was standing in front of us with a glaring look. Her face almost as red as a cherry. Mike looked scared shit less, as well as I'm sure I did.
"What the hell are you two doing?!" she asked completely outraged.
Mike and i just stared at you.
"You little slut!" my mother screamed and she she smacked me hard.
But that sent Mike over the edge, "How fucking dare you!" he screamed.
She just stared at him.
"Who do you think you are? Coming in here and having sex with my daughter? Huh?" mom snarled.
"I'm your daughters boyfriend, and I have the right to fuck her. I have the right to fuck her in her bed, in my bed. Maybe I'll even fuck her in your bed," Mike said carefully, putting emphasis on the last few words.
She once again stared at him with an angry expression on her face. "I can't believe this."
"Why?" I asked.
After all this time I had took what my mother said to me and never tried to argue with her that far, but I had reached my breaking point.
"What mother?" I asked. "You can't take it that your little daughter doesn't want to do what you want her to do? Mom, your more messed up than me, you shoot heroin, you smoke pot, you're an alcoholic; mom, you've never been a mother to me. All you do is yell at me for liking things I like, for who I love, for who I fuck. I hate it."
"You ungrateful little bitch!" she screamed and she slapped me again.
"I HATE YOU!" I screamed back at her.
She stared at me but her expression turned from hate to hurt. I had never flat out told my mom that I hated her. I couldn't stand the way she treated me anymore. And now, I had to be honest with her and myself, I hated her.
She looked hurt, like she couldn't believe that her own daughter had just said that she hated her. It was like a rich mom taking their 16-year-old out to buy a car and their mommy didn't let them get the car they wanted, so they told them they hated them for no reason. As if I had no right to tell her I hated her.
She turned away looking like she was going to cry, "Fuck you then," she said and she walked out of my room, she walked out of the house, and once and for all she walked out of my life.
