Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to zetaboards. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
My Darkest Hour; Het - Cliff/OFC Dave/OFC
Topic Started: May 24, 2012, 7:03 pm (7,536 Views)
Dave's Girl
Member Avatar
Sanity is entirely overrated...
[ * ]
@Lucifer's Angel: Yes, he definitely is! :D I like the idea of a good girl going bad too. xD I think that's exactly what Kat's turning out to be!
@Lilith: Haha, me too! Dave loves to corrupt innocent girls. :P Hope you like this chapter!

Chapter VII


I watch Dave kick the porn under the couch and find that I'm almost disappointed that he didn't let me see it. Sometimes the most twisted stuff can be the most interesting. There's no denying the curiosity of an innocent mind. I can't help but scan the floor to see what else I might find there. I see a lot of empty beer bottles, but those don't do me any good. After a moment of scanning, I do find a book on the floor. It's entitled "Revealing the Mysteries of Occult".

"Hey Dave?" I ask, still looking at the book. Dave, who is taking a swig of beer from next to me, raises an eyebrow at me. I point at the book across the floor and ask, "What's that book about?"

"Hm? Oh, that old piece of shit is a book I borrowed from my sister. She's really into witchcraft, black magic, and all that. I guess she's the one who got me interested in it. I read the satanic bible a while back. You can look through that book over there if you want," Dave shrugs, looking more interesting in his beer than in me or the book.

The satanic bible? This definitely catches my attention. What would my parents do if they knew I was hanging out with a guy who had read the satanic bible? That was when I swore to myself that my parents would never know about Dave. I would never introduce them to him and there would be no need for them to meet him.

Too curious not to go look at Dave's book on occult, I get up and cross the room before picking up the book. I flip it open and return back to the couch. One question is nagging at my mind and I turn to Dave, asking, "Since you've read the satanic bible, does that mean that you're...um..."

"A satanist?" Dave asks, knowing where my sentence is going. I nod and wait for his response. Dave shakes his head, sending strawberry blonde hair everywhere as he replies, "Nah, I actually found the whole concept to be kind of stupid. I've messed with the dark arts a bit though."

I skim through the book on occult and find some pretty weird stuff in it. Some of the pictures are rather disturbing. There are very weird concepts in the book just like Dave said. My expression must betray my feelings because Dave says, "There's some pretty messed up shit in there, huh? Better not let your daddy catch you with that."

I blush and nod, realizing just how pissed off my father would be if he found me with a book on occult! Then again, I don't talk to my dad all that much. He's always at church. I mean, if he's not at church, everyone thinks that a miracle has happened. The one I talk to the most is my mother.

Kind of creeped out by the occult book, I set it aside and ask Dave, "What do you mean by 'you've messed with the dark arts'?"

"You're pretty interested in this shit, aren't you? I guess that's because you've come from a strict, Christian household," Dave murmurs before saying, "Alright, so I moved to Idaho for a bit a few years ago. I was having a hard time living on my own and my sister offered me a place to stay. She's married and has a job. My cousin started spreading rumors at the school I was going to attend in Idaho. He told everyone I was the 'kung fu master'. That little fucker caused me a hell of a time on my first day of school."

"What happened?" I ask, drawn into Dave's story and dying to know what happened next.

"Well, I showed up at school and there was already this kid just dying to fight me. His name was Wilbur and he was the farmer's son. He was a big, burly guy," Dave replies. "I kept trying to get out of fighting with him, but he elbowed me in the stomach one time at the bus stop. I ended up swallowing a big wad of chewing tobacco since he caught me totally off guard. Man, I was pissed at that guy."

"I would've been too," I reply, surprised that Dave had been given such a rough time at his old school. Here in La Mesa, Dave certainly wasn't picked on. The only ones who got picked on were the shy girls (like me) and the nerdy guys. Wanting to know more about what happened with Dave and this guy, I continue on, "Did you use black magic to get back at him?"

"Kinda," Dave laughs. "My sister had some sourdough that I used to make a voodoo doll with. When I was done with the doll, I snapped off the leg. Guess what happened to Wilbur?"

"What?" I ask, pretty entranced just by Dave's voice.

"He broke his leg not too long afterwards," Dave tells me with a smirk. "I mean, I guess it's not hard to break your leg if you're a farmer's son and all, but still. Kinda freaky, you know?"

"Very freaky if you ask me," I reply, wondering if perhaps the voodoo doll and some dark power actually caused Wilbur to break his leg. The thing is that if you believe in God, you have to believe in the Devil as well. You can't have one without the other. What if this really was the Devil's doing?

Dave studies my curious expression and raises an eyebrow, asking, "Were you actually thinking about trying some of this shit? Is there someone you want revenge on?"

"Huh?" I ask, snapping out of my thoughts and realizing what Dave has just asked me. Feeling horrified at the thought of being the cause of someone's broken leg, I immediately shake my head and say, "Oh no. I wouldn't do that."

"Oh yeah? You'd be surprised what you might be willing to do later in life," Dave replies coolly as he takes another swig from his beer. Leaning over towards me, he asks, "Have you ever thought about what life is really like out there? Have you ever thought about what you're gonna do once you're away from your parents?"

"Um, no. Not exactly," I admit truthfully. I haven't thought much about my life after high school. All I've thought about is surviving through it!

"Maybe it's time to start thinking about it," Dave points out reasonably. "Have your parents ever talked to you about what you're gonna do when you're older?"

"No, not really," I reply again, blushing slightly. Up until now, I never felt any need to worry about what was going to happen to me when I was older. Of course I knew I would have to get a job of some sorts, but I never thought about it any more than that. It seems so stupid to me now though. After all, I am a senior in high school! Frowning, I mumble aloud, "I wonder if dad will try and make me a nun. I couldn't bear that. I just couldn't!"

Dave just laughs at my panic and says, "There are some pretty hot nuns at some churches though. I screwed one in the back row of a church pew once."

My eyes widen. Nobody has ever talked to me so casually about sex before. Of course I've thought about it, but like the job thing, it's not something I haven't thought about in detail. Dave, however, seems to have no problems talking about sex. He leans back on the couch and turns his attention to the TV since I'm not saying much.

Since I can't think of anything to say, I mumble, "I still don't want to be a nun."

"You don't have to be a fucking nun unless you want to. God, you have to stop listening to every word that comes out of your parents' mouths!" Dave exclaims before smirking and saying, "You could still make a pretty sexy nun though. You could be the rebellious type with all the black makeup and lingerie on under your robes. Then you could seduce the dudes when they go to church to repent and all that."

Dave seems to have some fantasy running through his head. I can't help but want to hear more about it, so I ask cautiously, "If I was a nun like that, would you be seduced by me?"

Dave laughs again and turns sparkling brown eyes to me as he points out, "Well, first of all, I wouldn't be caught dead in a church. If I was in a church though, I'd definitely be checking out the nuns. There's always a rebellious one somewhere in the group. Why do you ask? Would you wanna seduce me?"

I can tell that Dave is testing me with this conversation. He's trying to figure out how far I'm willing to go with him or any boy for that matter. I also think that he just wants to know about my opinion on sex. Well, if that's what he wants to know, then I'll let him have his answers.

Blushing and twirling my fingers around a strand of my hair, I reply simply, "Yeah, I would."

"You're just a dirty little whore under those little sweaters and long skirts you wear, aren't you?" Dave asks, setting his beer down and turning all his attention to me. He reaches out and snaps the strap of my tank top, murmuring, "But you're not wearing one of those sweaters right now. So back to the nun thing. If you did happen to seduce me, and I'm not saying that you did, then what would you want me to do to you?"

Butterflies flutter around nervously in my stomach and I feel myself growing warm and tingly just from Dave's words. He keeps leaning closer to me and I can feel a strand of his long ginger hair on my cheek. God, Dave is good looking. I can barely remember what he asked me only a moment ago because I'm so distracted by him.

"You can do whatever you want to me," I admit truthfully.

"Whatever I want? You don't have any lines you don't wanna cross? It's not everyday that you find a bitch like that," Dave murmurs. Before I can even blink, Dave grabs one of my shoulders and pushes me against the couch. With an easy motion, he twists me so that I'm laying across the couch on my back and he is crouching over me like a predator about to feast upon its prey.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask, heart pounding against my ribs. I can feel Dave's warm breath on my neck and see his dark eyes glittering mischievously.

"Whatever I fucking want. You just told me that's what you wanted me to do," Dave replies, straddling me on the couch and digging his hands roughly into my hair. He snaps a few of the coppery strands as he yanks my hair out of the messy bun I worked so hard on earlier. My long locks come tumbling down around my shoulders. One strand even lands in my face. Dave wipes the the strand of hair away and pushes the tresses off of my shoulder.

My heartbeats quicken to an almost dangerous rate as Dave leans down to my neck and breaths lightly upon the smooth column of bare skin. His breath tickles my skin and causes me to break out in goosebumps. I have this feeling that Dave is trying to tease me. He knows that I want him to do more, but he's waiting for me to ask for it...

To be continued...
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Lilith
Member Avatar
Jaimelicious

OMG! Dave, you sexy bastard! :drool :drool :drool
Oh, Kat! xD I don't think she is aware of what she got herself into! :drool
I can't wait for more! :biggrin
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Lucifer's Angel
Member Avatar
Heavy Metal Seanchai
[ * ]
I agree with you Lilith, Dave is one sexy bastard :drool The Satanic Bible is pretty badass, though, you can do whatever you want as long as you don't hurt anyone. That is awesome :horns2
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Wishful
Member Avatar
Cliff and Lars Lover
[ * ]
Oh wow.... :drool
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Dave's Girl
Member Avatar
Sanity is entirely overrated...
[ * ]
@Lilith: Haha, ikr? Gotta love Dave! I agree about Kat! She doesn't know what Dave's gonna be like with her yet. ;P Thanks for reading!
@Lucifer's Angel: I agree, Dave is definitely a sexy bastard. xD My thoughts exactly about the Satanic Bible. It's far more interesting then the churchy bible, lol. Glad you liked the chapter!
@Wishful: Yay, you caught up! Thanks for reading!

Chapter VIII

"D-Dave?" I stammer, blinking and looking up into his chocolate brown eyes. All I can see are those gorgeous, sparkling orbs. Everything else in the background has faded away.

"Yeah?" Dave asks, tossing his hair over his shoulder. In this lighting, it looks more blonde than red.

"Will you...you know...touch me?" I ask nervously, not used to asking for this sort of thing. I can tell by Dave's expression that he wants to hear me ask though.

"That's better," Dave whispers, reaching down and brushing a light hand over my collarbone. "You have to ask to get something, you know. Nothing's for free in this world. Besides, the only pleasure I'm gonna get out of this is hearing you beg. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Kiss me," I reply before I can even think. All I know is that I want those glistening, full lips against my skin and I want it now.

Dave smirks down at me and lowers his lips to the side of my neck. His eyes remain locked with mine the whole time as his tongue slowly licks a small trail from my collarbone to my ear. He stops then and asks in a husky voice, "Want more?"

I nod vigorously and then remember that Dave wants me to beg. I give him a pleading look and simper, "Yes, I want more! Lots, lots more!"

"Horny bitch," Dave whispers in my ear before whipping his head down and placing his lips at the base of my throat. Without any warning, his lips lock onto the sensitive skin there. I can feel him sucking at the tender skin and can't help but squeal as a tingling sensation rushes down my body and stops just below my stomach. Dave sucks down harder on my neck while his free hand sneaks under the edge of my tank top and starts to pull it up...

Knock, knock, knock! The loud rapping of someone at the door breaks Dave and me up. Dave mutters a long list of profanities that I haven't even heard before and looks over his shoulder. He glances down at me and hisses, "Don't move."

I nod my head obediently. I have no intention of leaving now or ever. All I want to do is stay right here with Dave. Nothing else matters right now. Dave has brainwashed me of my parents, Abigail, the rules, and the fact that I should probably be getting home right now.

Dave trudges across the apartment room and then throws open the door to it. I can see a teenage guy standing there. He steps from foot to foot nervously and glances at Dave warily before he asks, "Are you Dave Mustaine?"

"'Course. Who else would I be?" Dave asks a bit grumpily as he grabs a box from next to the door and offers it to the teen, saying, "That's gonna cost you twenty-five bucks."

The anxious teenager immediately whips out twenty-five dollars and hands it to Dave before grabbing the package. Without another word, the kid turns and hurries back down the hallway. I think that was rather rude, but Dave doesn't think anything of it. He slams the door shut and returns to me. After crouching over me on the couch, he murmurs in a silky voice, "You know what I would really like?"

"Hm?" I ask, tilting my head at the gorgeous man leaning over me.

"I wanna find another girl like you. You're so innocent and you wanna please me so badly. You're like a sheep walking straight to the slaughterhouse," Dave smirks. "If I find another girl like that, I can have a threesome with the two of you."

"A t-threesome?" I stammer. The idea of a threesome has never occurred to me before and I'm not so sure I like this idea. I don't really want to share Dave.

"Yeah, but don't worry. We'll take it slow," Dave reassures me, mistaking my jealous with fear.

Wanting to show Dave that I'm not afraid and that I don't need to take things slow, I lean up, wrap my arms around his neck and tug him down to me. Dave loses his balance and falls on top of me, the shape of his body resting against the curves of mine.

"God, for a virgin, you're not all that fucking innocent," Dave points out, looking impressed. I want to impress Dave more, but...

Knock, knock, knock! The sound of someone else knocking at the door sounds from across the room. Dave's eyes flash in annoyance and he gets up off of the couch, muttering, "I'm going to kill the unlucky son of a bitch who's at the door..."

Dave crosses the room and throws open the door. Matt and his brother who run the apartment are standing there. Matt grins and says, "I thought you and your girl might want some company."

"Dude! Fuck off!" Dave replies in annoyance, about ready to slam the door shut.

"You owe us though," Matt reminds Dave. "Rent is due tomorrow. Besides, look what we brought."

Dave looks over as Matt's brother points at beer bottles sitting by his feet. The brother asks, "How about beer for dope? It's a good exchange."

Dave glances back at me and is clearly debating wherever he'd rather have me or the beer. I pray that he'll choose me, but God must've known that I was up to something unclean because Dave's answer is, "Oh...fuck it. Come in."

To be continued...
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Wishful
Member Avatar
Cliff and Lars Lover
[ * ]
Oh fuck! Now I have a really bad feeling about this!!! :blink:
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Gio
Member Avatar
Bad Seed
[ * ]
He let the others come in. :rolleyes: I hope nothing bad happens to her! Now that this was getting good...
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Lucifer's Angel
Member Avatar
Heavy Metal Seanchai
[ * ]
I agree, I hope nothing bad happens :o
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Lilith
Member Avatar
Jaimelicious

:drool He's such a sexy bastard!
Why did he open the door??? ;_;
I hope nothing bad happens to Kat, xD though I'm not sure if she wouldn't like that!
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Dave's Girl
Member Avatar
Sanity is entirely overrated...
[ * ]
@Wishful: Your bad feeling is right! Matt and his brother are trouble. :ugh:
@Lucifer's Angel: Yes, let's hope nothing bad happens! I guess you'll find out in this chapter...
@Lilith: Haha, I know! I love Dave. :heart: But ikr? That was stupid for him to open the door and let the guys in. x_x
@Gio: Thank you so much! I'm so happy that you're reading this. ^^ Seeing that I have new reviewers really makes my day! I hope you keep reading and reviewing! :biggrin

Chapter IX

Even though Matt and his brother appear to be nice enough, I am not so sure that I want to share Dave with them. Unfortunately, the choice is not up to me and Matt and his brother have already stepped into Dave's apartment. Matt's eyes immediately fall onto me and he grins. Guys don't look at me and grin. That's just something that's never happened to be before. Unsure what the grin means, I smile tentatively back at Matt and hope that Dave will sit next to me on the couch again.

Dave, however, is busy inspecting the beer that the brothers brought. Matt makes a line for me and plops down on the couch as if he owns the place (which technically, he does as owner of the apartment building). He is still grinning that creepy smile at me. Does the smile mean that he likes me? Does it mean that he wants to get to know me? Or maybe it just means that he wants to get it on with me. I gulp and suddenly feel a bit nervous for the first time.

"Couldn't you at least have brought cold beer?" Dave mutters as he takes a long swig from one of the beer bottles.

"Geez, man, do you really think you're in situation where you get to be picky?" Matt asks, talking to Dave even though his eyes are still directed right at me.

Dave doesn't answer and states, "Nothing beats cold beer on a hot day. Say, have you seen Dave around?"

"Dave from your band?" Matt's brother asks. Dave nods and takes another swig of beer as he leans against the wall. I can't help but wish he would sit by me instead of lean against the wall. "Um, I dunno. I haven't really been looking out for him. Why? Are you guys playing somewhere this weekend?"

I force myself to stop lusting over Dave and to actually pay a bit of attention to the conversation. It sounds like Dave actually has his own band. Curious, I lean forwards and try to get myself into the conversation by pointing out, "I didn't know that you have a band."

"You didn't know that Dave was in a band?" Matt asks me incredulously, making me feel incredibly stupid. "What do you know about Dave then? Probably the first thing we learned about him was that he was obsessed with guitar. Well, that or the fact that we can get cheap weed from him."

Matt's brother laughs and smirks at me, saying, "Are you a hooker Dave randomly picked up someplace or do you actually know him?"

My eyes open wide and I can't believe that Matt's brother actually thinks that I might be a hooker! True, my hair is a wild mess at this point, my dark makeup is a bit smeared, the strap of my tank top has slipped off of my shoulder, but still! I'm the preacher's daughter! Never before have I been mistaken for a hooker.

Matt watches my expression carefully and says to his brother, "Nah, this one ain't a hooker. She's got that clean look about her. She ain't on drugs on pills."

Dave is literally drowning himself in beer and pays no attention to the conversation going on. I'm feeling more and more awkward and finally say, "I'm from Dave's school. My name is Kat Smith."

"Kat Smith? Kat's a cute name," Matt says, sliding closer to me on the couch and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I tense, but do not move away.

"Kat Smith sounds familiar," Matt's brother muses aloud before his eyes light up and he exclaims, "That sounds a lot like Katherine Smith. You know, the preacher's daughter?"

"Ooo," Matt murmurs, getting a nasty grin on his face. He puts a hand on my thigh and asks, "So, what's a sweet, innocent thing like you hangin' out with Dave's type? You should come back to our room instead. We know how to treat you right."

"Yeah, baby, come with us," Matt's brother agrees, nodding vigorously.

I hate being sandwiched between these two guys. Their intent is pretty clear and although they're not being rough with me, I don't want to get myself in a bad situation. Unsure if they'll even bother to listen to me or not, I glance at Dave and try to catch his eye. He's already been through several beers and his deep brown eyes are a bit glassy. Thankfully, he happens to look up at that exact moment to find me pinned between Matt and his brother on the couch.

"This is why I don't let you fuckers in my room," Dave mutters as he stands up from the floor and crosses the room to the couch. He pushes Matt's brother away roughly and sits down next to me. I can't help but feel grateful when he slaps Matt's hand off of my shoulder and replaces it with his own. Giving the two brothers an annoyed look, Dave asks, "Can't you two find your own bitches?"

Matt and his brother exchange a glance, alerting Dave to the fact that no, they cannot find a girl that will go out with them. Dave smirks and laughs, saying, "If you wanna get laid so bad, just come to the high school I'm supposed to be attending. There's a senior prom next Monday. You guys could fake being part of the school and join the prom. You're bound to get a chick that way."

"That's not such a bad idea," Matt admits, his eyes still on me even though Dave's arm is fastened around my shoulder.

"Dude! We could get into a lot of trouble for that," Matt's brother replies, looking appalled at the idea.

"You're not drunk enough if you're worrying about trouble," Dave slurs, grabbing another beer and throwing it in Matt's brother's direction. He catches it and takes a swig.

"Hey, I know how we can get to the prom," Matt says suddenly. He leans over so that he's all in my face. I can smell beer and something putrid on his breath. I lean away and accidentally bump my head against Dave's shoulder. Matt doesn't care and keeps leaning towards me, saying, "How about you let me take you to the prom, sweetheart?"

Dave is absentmindedly paying attention to the conversation and suddenly realizes what Matt has just suggested. Suddenly, Dave is angry. Like really, really angry. It's weird because I always thought that alcohol sedates you. I guess it can do different things to different people.

Dave grabs an empty beer bottle and looks like he's thinking about throwing it at Matt as he hisses, "Can't you just leave her alone for one fucking second? The bitch is mine. She's here in my fucking room, not yours. So either leave her alone or fuck off!"

Matt and his brother exchange looks and fall silent. I have to admit that I'm thankful for Dave's intervention. Matt was making me nervous with the way he kept getting in my face. Still though, I'm not sure I like seeing Dave get this angry. There's something not right about his anger. It's fueled from alcohol, not from empathy for me.

Suddenly, I glance up towards the digital clock on Dave's beat-up table and see that it's nine pm! I know that probably doesn't sound too late to you, but for me, it's ridiculously late. Church group is ending now and if I want to get home before my parents are back home, I'm going to have to hurry!

"Guys, I think I'm going to have to leave," I say abruptly, standing up even though I'd prefer just to fall asleep on this couch and sleep next to Dave. "My parents are gonna kill me."

"Jesus, it's only nine!" Matt exclaims, forgetting the fact that Dave gets angry when he talks to me. "Do you want me to drive you home?"

"No!" I say a little too quickly. Trying not to look rude just in case I ever see these guys again, I say a little more politely, "I mean, no thank you. I'm only a few minutes from my house."

"Y'know, you could just stay out all night. Who gives a shit about what your parents think?" Dave slurs, continuing to take long swigs of his beer. It's clear that Dave is just trying to get high and is going to pass out pretty soon, leaving me all alone with Matt and his brother. That's not something I want to have happen.

"I care enough that I gotta get home now," I admit. "After all, they are my parents and you don't know the kinds of things they might punish me with."

"I can think of a lotta ways to punish you for leaving so soon," Dave smirks, standing up and walking unsteadily to where I'm standing by the door of his apartment. He tosses me my school bag and asks, "You're sure you don't want Matt to drive you home?"

"No, I'm good," I reply even though I really wish that Dave would offer to drive me home. Then again, it's probably a good thing that Dave doesn't offer considering how drunk he is.

"If you say so," Dave shrugs before he suddenly pulls me roughly to him and places a sloppy kiss on my forehead. I get a nice whiff of his chest. Unlike Matt, Dave smells good. He smells like beer and something else that I can't quite identify. Dave pushes the apartment door open and murmurs, "Alright, get lost. I'll see you around."

I wave shyly to him and watch as Dave closes the apartment door again. Part of me wants to stay at Dave's party and the other part of me doesn't. After all, Dave has been my crush for nearly a year and I want to spend all the time I possibly can with him. On the other hand, if I stay at Dave's place, he's probably gonna pass out drunk and leave me to Matt and his brother. We all know what will happen then. Besides, I'm already gonna be home late enough as it is. If I get home any later, my parents will probably file a missing persons report!

To be continued...
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Lucifer's Angel
Member Avatar
Heavy Metal Seanchai
[ * ]
I get the sense that Kat wouldn't mind hanging with Dave some more :cool I'm not too keen on his friends, but you know what they say about the preacher's daughters :wink
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Wishful
Member Avatar
Cliff and Lars Lover
[ * ]
Ewww those 2 guys are complete sleaze bags! *shivers* Oh God Dave's alcohol fuelled rages are already happening :ugh: Kat is gunna be in deep shit, not I think for being late so much but for the fact she's wearing make up!
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Lilith
Member Avatar
Jaimelicious

:rolleyes: Well, I'm not surprised about Dave's friends, and Dave getting like that. :drool Too bad they couldn't make it this time... though... I'm worried about her!

:ugh: I hope she doesn't get in too much trouble at home!
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Dave's Girl
Member Avatar
Sanity is entirely overrated...
[ * ]
@Lucifer's Angel: You're definitely right! I think Kat needs to see Dave again! Thanks for reading!
@Wishful: Haha, ikr? Those guys can go drown somewhere. And I agree! Kat is going to be in a lot of shit in this chapter. :S
@Lilith: Yeah, that's true...Dave getting drunk is no surprise. :P You'll see how much trouble Kat gets into with this chapter...

Chapter X

Starting to feel a bit guilty, I run down the hallway to the apartment and then take the stairs two at a time. I need to get back home as soon as possible. Despite my sudden panic, I don't regret my decision to go to Dave's. I can still remember the way his lips felt against the side of my neck when we were alone on the couch. His body was warm and hard against mine. His bright brown eyes had stared lustily into mine, and for once, I felt wanted.

As I hurried across the streets and onto the sidewalk, I paid no attention to where I was going since all my thoughts were on Dave. I guess it's a pretty good thing that traffic was light at this time of day or else I probably would've accidentally gotten run over!

Thump, thump, thump. I listen to the sounds of my feet against the sidewalk as I run home as fast as I can. I'm not even aware of my rapidly beating heart or the fact that I'm panting heavily. I still remember the tingles of pleasure that ran through my body when Dave's hand brushed against my skin. I want to feel more of that pleasure. I want much, much more of it. In the same way that Dave is addicted to beer, I'm addicted to him. Unfortunately, all addictions are bad (some are even deadly) and neither of our addictions will end well.

Finally, I reach home only to find my parents' car in the driveway of our house. Shit! I immediately fumble through my school bag and whip out my sweater. I hurriedly slip it over my shoulders as I remember that I haven't wiped off any of the heavy makeup. My hair probably looks like a rat's nest after all my running too. Unfortunately, there's really nothing I can do about any of this now. I'm just going to have to face whatever awaits me.

Taking a deep breath, I square my shoulders and start thinking up some excuse as to why I was gone for so long. My hand shakily reaches out and I grip the doorknob. It takes me a few moments to summon my courage and to actually pull it open. There's an insanely loud creak as I step inside the house. Great. Now everyone's going to know that I'm home.

I step inside the door and hope that everyone's gone to bed already. Unfortunately, two pairs of eyes greet me as soon as I step into the living room. Mom looks livid and like there could actually be steam coming out of her ears. Lisa's lips are in a thin line and she stares at me with a you're-going-to-be-in-so-much-trouble look. Dad isn't home, thank god. He's probably still at the church.

"Young lady, you had better have a very good excuse as to why you missed church group! Where have you been this whole time?" mother bursts out, cheeks reddening and lips pursing.

I've come up with an excuse and although it's not a very good one, it will be better than telling mother the truth. I open my mouth and start out, "Well, I-"

"Stop!" mother practically yells in my ear, cutting me off. She turns to Lisa and says in a gentler voice, "I want you to go to bed, Lisa, dear. No ifs, ands, or buts."

Lisa, the good daughter, nods and quickly vacates the room. I've already gone back into my daydream and am thinking about the way Dave caresses my collarbone, the way his lips drag along my neck, and the way he likes me to talk dirty to him...

"KATHERINE SMITH!" mother bellows, jerking me out of my fantasy with a jolt. "I want your explanation as to where you've been right now."

Just once glance at my mother tells me just how pissed off at me she is. Her eyebrows have merged into into one long line and her thin lips have curved downwards. She's drumming her fingertips irritably on the top of the chair she's leaning against. If she wasn't all into the Christianity thing, I have a feeling that she would've liked to strangle me. Maybe for once in my life Christianity actually saved me. Unfortunately, I am not quite safe yet. I still have to tell my mom where I was all night.

"I went out with a friend to study. Her name is Diana," I say the first name that pops into my head. "She's really nice and she offered to help me with trig since I've been having such a hard time with it lately. I feel pretty confident that I'm going to do well on the next test now."

"Young lady, you know perfectly well that your father and I do not want you studying with anyone besides Abigail, especially not a stranger," mom tells me, narrowing her eyes into slits.

"But mom," I protest, hoping that she is buying the story I am feeding her, "Diana isn't a stranger to me. I've known her since the beginning of the school year. Abi's a great friend and everything, but sometimes I want to hang out with some other people too. Didn't you have more than one friend when you were in high school?"

The unchanging expression on mom's face tells me that no, she didn't have more than one friend in high school. However, mother does seem to be buying the story until she takes another close look at me and remembers the makeup. Glaring, she points at it and says, "This still doesn't explain what happened to your face."

"Oh, um..." I say, trying to think quickly for an excuse as to why I am wearing makeup. I come up with a lame answer and say, "Diana and I were just having some fun. Girls like to mess around with makeup. It's just a normal thing for us to do."

"I never wore makeup," mother points out with a frown. I resist rolling my eyes; of course if mother didn't wear makeup then we shouldn't wear makeup. Note my sarcasm here. Mother continues on and says, "I'm very disappointed in you, Katherine. I would think that you would know better than to behave this way. You're almost eighteen! Lisa is far younger than you and yet she behaves much better\."

"I know. I'm sorry," I apologize quickly, hoping that this is the only punishment I'm going to get from mother.

Sadly, it is not going to be enough of an apology. From the glint in mom's eye, I can just tell that she's thinking up lots of evil punishments for me. Finally, she says, "Sometimes apologies are not enough. There isn't anything else I should know about, is there? I have a feeling that you're hiding something from me."

Hell yes, I am hiding a lot from mother, but there's no need for her to know that. I put on my innocent smile and shake my head as I say, "Not at all. I just wanted to hang out with Diana for a bit. I didn't really think that I was doing something wrong. Don't you want me to do well on my next trigonometry test?"

"Of course I want you to do well with your tests," mom replies indignantly. "However, you can do well on your tests by either studying harder on your own or you could ask Abigail to help you out with them. She's always more than happy to help you out. You should be grateful for a friend like her. I do hope that you're not keeping anything a secret from me, Katherine. Remember that all your sins will be held against you on judgment day if you do not repent them."

"Right," I reply, not wanting to hear the Christian bullshit mom wants me to believe.

"As you're probably aware, you're going to have to be punished for your sin in some way. However, since I do not believe in punishments, I will give you consequences instead," mom tells me, obviously expecting me to be grateful for this. I'm not grateful though. Not until I hear what my consequences are going to be. Mother frowns at me and says, "You should be thanking me."

I do not want to thank mother, but if it will make my punishment less severe, then I will do so. Gluing a fake smile to my face, I say politely, "Thank you, mother."

"That's better," my mom says before going on, "Firstly, you will not be allowed to go anywhere before or after school from now on. You will go straight to school and then come straight home. I will let you continue to ride with Abigail, but if this problem persists, I will drive you to school myself."

I nod, feeling that this punishment is not too bad. After all, it could have been much worse. This is more like a warning, not an actual consequence. Unfortunately, mother's lips are parting again and I can tell that she's not done. Shit.

"Secondly, you will have to go to church early on Sunday. You will confess your sins there and ask for forgiveness. It is a communion Sunday and I expect you to help out and participate in it," mom says. She knows I hate going to church early. I feel so awkward there. However, I keep my mouth shut. A little extra church is something I can live through. Mom still isn't done though! She looks me straight in the eye and says, "Lastly, you will not be allowed to go to prom."

"What the...?" I trail off before I curse in front of my mother. My eyes are wide and my heart is pounding against my ribcage. This is just a cruel joke, right?

"You know you deserve it," mother tells me simply before she turns and starts into the kitchen, saying, "Wash off your face, say your prayers, and then go to bed."

I purse my lips and run after mother. I am not going to give in without a fight! I stand in front of her and fold my arms, saying, "But that's not fair! I tried to study harder so I could do well on my test and then go to prom! You can't just tell me I'm not allowed to go to prom. Everyone is going!"

"No, 'everyone' is not going," mother says stubbornly, giving me a look that says I should shut up and not waste my time arguing with her. "You will stay here and think about what you've done. I believe that this will be a good consequence for you considering just how badly you wanted to go to prom."

"But this is a once in a lifetime event!" I point out, tears rolling to the corners of my eyes.

Mother simply gives me a too-bad-for-you look and steps out of the room. I watch her leave with daggers in my eyes. How dare she ruin prom for me? Doesn't she know that I've been waiting for this event all year long? Apparently so. That's why she's doing this.

Seeing no reason to hold myself together any longer, I let the tears start dribbling down my face and I run from the parlor to my bedroom. I fling the door open and slam the door shut. Flopping down onto my bed, I cry my heart out for a good five minutes. How could I have been so stupid as to mess this up?

I suddenly feel extremely mad. Someone has to pay for this! I slam my head against the wall and continue blaming myself for this awful situation. Bang, bang, bang! I'm feeling dizzy now and decide to stop. Stars flicker before my eyes for a few seconds before everything goes back to normal. Taking a deep breath, I realize that I have no tears left to cry.

I get up from the bed and go to look in the mirror. I'm a mess and I know it. Mascara has left long, black streaks down my cheeks. I look hideous. However, I'm too tired to bother washing off the makeup right now. It's late and my limbs feel weighted down. All I want to do is sleep. I go back to the bed without bothering to change into my night clothes and bury my face in the pillow.

As my mind starts to shut down, I wonder if what I had done earlier with Dave had been worth it or not. My chances of going to prom are now ruined and there's nothing I can do about it. My mother is extremely stubborn. I can never get her to change her mind about anything. However, being with Dave earlier had probably been the best time of my life. I remember the way he had wrapped his arm around my shoulders protectively and the way he grinned at me as if I were his rare possession...

To be continued...
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Lucifer's Angel
Member Avatar
Heavy Metal Seanchai
[ * ]
Ugh, I hate her mom :angry It's like she enjoys being a bitch to Kat, I would love it if she ran off with Dave and told her to fuck off, I'd pay to see that :horns2
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Free Forums. Reliable service with over 8 years of experience.
Go to Next Page
« Previous Topic · Inactive Metallica Fan Fictions · Next Topic »
Add Reply