Before you read….

We Need To Talk About Raven was one of my first stories I've made back in 2017. It was one of my darkest stories I have written in that year. However, when writing this saga, I went through some rough patches of my life thus using my frustration to put into my work. However, things have improved in my life since then which cause my work to go to a hiatus.

Around 2018, I was questioning my future of this story and I have decided to delete it. However, I've kept it up on my other site which got the attention of a fellow reader and writer, [I'vedonestranger].

He and I interacted with each other online over the course of the past few weeks as we discussed plans for the future of this story. He believed that I should give this story a second chance as it was too good to leave incomplete. After weeks of thinking, I have decided to pass the torch to [I'vedonestranger]. As he continues to write our story, I will be there to oversee and see our vision come alive. I give him many thanks as he saw my story without resolve and now, we can put this to a close.

So, ladies and gentlemen, We Need To Talk About Raven is now reloaded. I promise this time that there won't be any deletion. Stay tuned for the newer chapters as the older chapters have to be presented first. He and I are working extensively to be sure that We Need To Talk About Raven deserves its proper ending.

I am working hard on getting my older stories I have left behind to be completed. I look forward to my readers to return to this hectic saga.

As a reminder, this story contains dark themes that include blackmail, infidelity, psychological drama, strong sexual content, and murder. If this story is not your cup of tea, then please refrain from reading this. This is a work of fiction and the characters portrayed in this story is at the age of consent. Anyone is able to deviate fantasy from reality, please continue to read.

Stay tuned for more of We Need To Talk About Raven!

Big Diesel

[girlfriendoftheauthor]

I'vedonestranger

We now bring you, We Need To Talk About Raven!

What is loyalty?

In the dictionary, it defines loyal as giving or showing firm and constant support or allegiance to a person or institution. It means that you have their back all of the time. I can close my eyes when I fall asleep, knowing that I am safe. I can turn my back on them after giving them a weapon without worrying if they would turn on me. I don't have to worry because I have their back. They have mine. They will never abandon me. I will never abandon them.

We are forever faithful. We are loyal to the very end.

It is supposed to be like that. Or so I thought.

It is too bad that I have failed at the end of that bargain.

Loyalty is important. It is the foundation of a friendship. No, it is the backbone of the relationship. And without loyalty, then what do we have?

No, don't answer that. I know. I just don't have the guts to answer.

I sit in the living room alone. Alone where my thoughts are gathered. Just a reservoir of regret and shame.

The television is on, but nothing is on there. Just a snowy picture. It scrambles like the feelings in my brain.

I sit alone next to where my friends normally sit. It is where all of the adventures are formed. This is where all of us begin our day. This couch is the symbol of our friendship, our camaraderie, our loyalty.

It falls like dominoes. I gambled it all of away. I grabbed the dice, picked my past, and rolled my future.

Better yet, we picked our future.

What is loyalty?

I know what it is, then yet again, where is it should be the better question. And this is coming from a man of cybernetic being. Just like my accident, no one could have predicted the events to where I am.

I weep. I weep because I have done something wrong.

I weep because I have exchanged my loyalty for twenty minutes of deceit.

There will never be a refund.

The television emits the cloudy picture. My brain is still scrambled. Scrambled on my shame.

Scrambled because I am unsure if Beastie could forgive me. Scrambled if my friends could forgive me. Scrambled if Jinx could forgive me.

I tilt my head because I am trying my hardest not to cry.

My father comes to mind. He had always told me to never let another man see you cry. It displays weakness. He is right.

However, it hurts to hold back.

It hurts because you know what you have done wrong. You know what you have done screws up the loyalty of your friendship.

Hurts because what should have been a one-time thing is still continuing.

And it does involve many loved ones. Even the people who are now resting in their beds.

However, there is an exception.

I hear someone entering the room. The presence is strong and I can feel it. It lingers, wanting me to know that it is there.

"Couldn't sleep, chrome-dome? Or you were just waiting for me?" She speaks in a flirtatious tone. Her shadow hovers the television. Each flashing light shows her aura. An aura that I have the misfortune to experience.

She leans over me and draws her breath behind my neck. It makes my hair, or what's left, stand.

"You didn't answer my question," she retorts. "Or should I have wake up Beastie?"

Cold bitch!

"No," I simply say. I take a breath and sigh. It is loud enough to produce a chuckle. She hovers from behind and sits beside me. She is close. Close enough to feel her cloak sliding over me.

"What's with the tears," she asks me. I forgot I was crying.

"Allergies," I tell her.

She leans over to me and gently licks my swelled cheeks. She is delicate, careful to get every detail.

She smiles. "Doesn't taste like you have allergies."

I am quiet. I refuse to give her any further satisfaction.

She sits back and gets comfortable. So much so, that she spreads her cloak, exposing her slender creamy legs.

Beast Boy, I am so so sorry.

"So, where it is going to be tonight," she questions me. Her eyes slowly tilting. Bedroom eyes, I remember my father mentioned to me.

"Can we not tonight, Rae," I ask her in a pleading voice. "I just want some alone time."

I don't want to do it all. If I can turn the hands of time.

She chuckles. "We don't have to do it tonight. But tomorrow, if Beast Boy finds out…."

I put my hand to her mouth, covering it.

"Don't mention his name, please," I tell her. My eyes are swelling.

She relaxes. The wetness of her tongue hits my hand. She grabs my hand and takes one of my fingers in her mouth. Her eyes are closed, taking her time with each of my fingers.

"If you don't want him to know," she says. "Then I guess you must comply."

She wrapped her tongue around one of my fingers, continuing to suck with emitting moans from her mouth.

"God, I wish you can take me on this couch," she responds. "But we must not leave evidence."

Still having my hands, she wraps around them. "My bedroom tonight."

My stomach churns.

"Don't worry about the noise. My book of spells won't let the others interrupt. They will be sleeping peacefully."

Azarath Metrion Zinthos!

The television turns off and I follow her to her bedroom.

Robin, forgive me.

Starfire, forgive me.

My buddy, Beast Boy, forgive me.

And to my love, Jinx, forgive me.

To be continued….