Guys, I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry that I haven't responded to your reviews. I just now found out how many views I got after my last update. My internet was down and I couldn't use my phone, my computer; my Play Station couldn't connect to the internet. So, I'm really sorry. But I'm going to try to put two chapters up to make up for my absence. And now I'm back and feeling better than ever. So, here is what happens with Jade's parents. Enjoy!
Jade's POV
"What the hell are you guys doing here? Aren't you supposed to be off killing orphans or something awful like that?" I ask them.
"Jadelyn," my dad starts, "you know we don't do that. And I wouldn't talk like that to the people who are letting you live in their house, on her own at seventeen, eat food, and go to an expensive performing arts school for free. We could easily have you withdrawn from the system there and put into Northridge." He finishes.
That straightens me up real fast. The last thing I wanted to do was be away from Tori. I mean, I had just asked her to marry me- and I should probably tell my parents soon. I don't know if she told her dad, but I think he won't mind. He seems like a really nice guy going through a rough patch in her life. Maybe seeing his daughter happy once in a while will really cheer him up. Then again, he could react harshly, but somehow, I think he'll understand.
"Alright; two things: Don't call me Jadelyn. You know I like to be called Jade and I'd appreciate it if you did me that favor. Two: I know you could take me away at any point. And I appreciate that you've done that for me. But I just one my first golf tournament and I really just don't feel like putting up with our family dysfunction right now. Is that okay?" I finish.
"Alright, Jade. Take a little time to celebrate, and then we really need to talk. It's important and we want to know your thoughts on it." My mom says.
"And we are…proud…of you for winning. Good job, Jade." My dad compliments me. Oh, my god. I just saw a fucking unicorn. But it didn't seem very genuine; like he struggled to pronounce the word "proud". It pissed me off, but I still wanted to believe he meant it. At least Tori compliments me every now and again.
"Alright; fine. And thank you, by the way. I really appreciate it. It was good to see you guys here." I smile. I think I'm gonna barf. Saying that sickened me.
They got in their car and drove away. I was partly relieved that they left; yet, I still wanted to be with my parents because, you know, they're my parents.
"Hey, Jade," my beautiful Latina says, "I think we need to talk more about your parents. We're engaged and I still don't know much about your family. I just think it would be good for our relationship if we got everything out in the open. Don't you agree?" She finishes.
"Okay…fine." I say driving down the road. "About me… My name is Jadelyn Madison West, I like to eat salads. I enjoy singing and taking short walks in the rain." I say, sarcastically.
"Fuck it. It's useless. I don't even know why I try to pull things out of you. Just… shit, Jade! You're going to be my wife soon. We are going to need to communicate to keep our relationship healthy. Maybe it would help if we talked about our mother fucking feelings!" She yells.
"So, what are you saying? That our relationship won't last because of me? That because of me, our relationship won't be healthy? That because of me and your damn insecurities, you won't be able to handle the pressure we'll be under? Is that what you're saying?" I yell back.
"My insecurities?! Are you fucking serious? You're going to sit there, look me in the eye and tell me that I have the insecurities? Jade, do you remember that girl at the party? The one that was talking to me? She wasn't flirting! She was a recording agent! You ruined that for me! I had a chance to be a professional musician and you ruined it all because of your insecurities! So don't you sit there and tell me that I'm insecure! Look in a mirror, Jade!" She screams.
I lay silent. I'm speechless. She was right. I ruined her dream. I messed everything up she had going for her, and now all she can do is caddie for me. I feel like a shit head.
"I love you." She says calmer. "But if we don't air everything out, this is all our relationship is going to be; fighting. Then will come more fighting. Then we'll resent each other for making us the way we are, and we'll end up just like my parents: bitter and unhappy. And I don't want that for us. So please…talk to me." She finishes.
I think for a moment. So many things are rush through my head. If I tell her everything, will she stay? Will she want to put up with all my dysfunction? I see her put her head on the window, I guess giving up because I hadn't spoken yet. She knows about the little stuff, but this is more than my grandmother dying. This is more than the prank I pulled on that teacher. These were serious emotional problems. I had borderline depression. But luckily, I found out Tori loved me. She saved me.
When I see a tear roll down her face, I decide that it's time she knows. It's time she knows everything. Everything that made me the way I am. Everything that made me hate the world and the people in it. I pull my car to the side of the road, and stop in the shoulder. I put it in park and unbuckle my seatbelt, turning to Tori.
"Well, are you ready? It's going to be a lot to take in." I say.
She shifts in her seat and turns to face me, eyes wide and ears at full attention. "I'm a good listener. So let's hear it."
I organize my thoughts, trying to figure out what I was going to say. "Okay… well, I'm not originally from LA. I'm from Santa Monica around sixth grade. Now here comes the hard part. I had a sister, Tori. She was with us up until the end of my fifth grade year. My sister was great, baby. She used to play Barbie's with me, even though I had already cut of the hair with my scissors. She always said that they were special Barbie's. She said they had cancer and that we were supposed to take good care of them. She would always sing with me. We'd sing NSync songs and I'd always be Justin Timberlake and she'd always be Joey Fatone. Why she picked him, I'll never know. I mean, for real. If I were her, I would have fought me over Justin Timberlake. Anyway, we'd always sing NSync songs and we'd have so much fun. Before you, she was the only person I truly trusted would never…ever…betray me. But one day, my sister got home from school and she looked weird; like she'd been on something. You know, like drugs. But she plopped down in a chair after saying hi to me. Then she asked me to go up to her bedroom and get a plastic bag full of mints. I ran up to her room and found the mints. Now, I love the smell of mints. So when I found them, I opened the bag and they really didn't smell like mints. They smelled like Aspirin or Ibuprofen or something. So I went back downstairs and handed them to her. I said something like, 'Those don't smell like mints. What are they?' She just told me they were the kind that only affect your teeth and gums; not your breath. I believed her. About a week later- I remember the date exactly. It was May 15th, 2009. She hadn't been out of her room all day, so I decided to go check on her and bring her some food. I walked up the stairs and her door was cracked. I knocked lightly, just in case she was asleep. She was lying on her bed, eyes closed. I figured she was asleep. So I walked over to wake her up to see if she wanted to play Barbie's. Then I saw the foam coming out of her mouth and the bag of pills spilled on the floor. She OD'd. She was addicted to pain killers and she never told anyone. It crushed me. I dropped the sandwiches I made for her on the ground and I ran to get help. I was screaming for my mom and dad. They came rushing upstairs and found my sister and the pills. Mom died a little inside after that. We were all never the same after we saw her that day. The one person who I trusted the most…betrayed me. She left me and it was her fault. My parents didn't believe it, though. Well, they did, but they put most of the blame on me because I didn't tell her when I found the "mints". They never forgave me for something I didn't do. But that didn't stop me from feeling guilty about not trying to find out what was happening. So that's why I am and the way my parents are." I finish.
Tori's face is covered in tears. "What was her name?" She says, sobbing.
"Sarah. Sarah Justine West, born August, 30th, 1989 at 9:30 at night on a Wednesday. I loved…love her so much, Tori. I miss her so much." I am now sobbing. She takes me into her arms and holds me. She holds me for minutes and minutes on end. Finally, I was cried out.
"I miss her so much." I choke out.
"She's still here, Jade."
"No, she's not. She left me. She's dead and now she's gone." I wipe my eyes.
"She didn't die, sweetie. She just went home."
"What does that mean?"
"You've never heard that saying before?" She asks and I shake my head. "Earth is not our home. We're just put here to live our lives. Our true home is the mansion in the sky with Jesus. She didn't ever leave you. She just moved away."
"That makes me feel so much better." I say, genuinely. She smiles. I think for a long time. All of those things I said a moment ago, I'm starting to regret them all. Saying she was insecure, when I am the only one that is truly insecure. I never should have said any of that. And the crazy thing is, when I let all that out, I felt one hundred percent better. I should have just spoken up.
"I'm sorry for saying all those things. I had no right to say them. After all that's happened with us, calling you insecure was shitty. I should have just spoken up when I had the chance. I hope you know how sorry I am. I love you so much." I say, leaning over to kiss her. She kisses me back.
"I love you, too. And I forgive you; don't even give this a second thought." She responds.
"I don't get you, Tori. I don't get how people can just run all over you, hurt you, and push you away, and you just forgive them. I don't understand how you're so forgiving. Like, when I said those things to you, I mean, you were mad and everything, but once it was over, it was like it never happened. How do you do it?" I ask, astounded.
"Let me ask you this: If I said something ugly to you, which I have, many times, I would want to be forgiven. So I try to treat people the way I wish to be treated. So when I hear something someone says that makes me upset, I think, 'I would want to be forgiven for what I said. So I'll forgive him or her. Do you get it now?" She finishes.
"No, but…I know it makes sense. Everything you say makes sense." As I say this, I gag a little at the cheesiness of the thing I just said. When she hears it, she cracks up and tells me just how cheesy it was. I laugh along with her, as I put my Chevy Camaro in drive and pull back on the highway. I feel much better now that I let all of that go. Sarah had been weighing on my mind quite a bit lately, and it was starting to take a toll on me. I miss my sister so much. But I've got Tori now. Not that she could ever be put in place of my sister, I love her and she's a damn good start. Shit…we have to eat dinner at my parents' house.
Tori's POV
Well, Jade and I arrived at her house about an hour before we had to go right back out to her parents' house. She had won the golf tournament, and I was so happy, at least until they showed up. And by "they", I mean her parents. They didn't look like happy people. Like Jade said, they looked like they should be out killing orphans.
But since she won, I figured I'd give her a quick little surprise before we had to go. Before the tournament, I decided to get a nice, sexy, silk outfit. My pokies show through it, so I thought that might get a little bit of arousal out of Jade. I was going to go completely commando, no panties, no bra, and I was planning on rocking Jade's world.
"Jade? Could you come here for a second?" I yell.
"Be right there, baby." She responds.
Jade enters the room, eyes wide at the sight of me squeezing my own breast. I hear her breath hitch. She was still in her golf outfit, and I just couldn't wait to rip it off of her.
"What's up?" She asks, cheeks red as an apple.
"Take off your clothes and lie down." She doesn't even hesitate. I don't think she even cares that we had to leave in a minute. She quickly takes off her pants and shirt off, along with her bra, only leaving her left in her panties. She lies down on the bed, making her huge titties fall to the side. Her nipples were calling my name.
I put my mouth around her nipple and run my tongue over it. I may not be that experienced, but I know what I like and what pleasures me, so I try to do that.
I run my tongue all across her body, searching every crack and crevice of her skin for nothing in particular. I make my way down to her underwear, and I can practically smell her wetness. I run my finger along her clit and I watch her squirm. I love teasing her.
"Quit teasing me, Tori." She moans.
"Why, Jade? What do you want?" I ask, seductively.
"Please…" Is all she can muster.
"Say it, Jade."
"Tori, please…"
"What do you want?"
"I WANT YOU TO EAT MY FUCKING PUSSY! FUCK ME!" She yells.
"Be specific." I smile.
"I want to feel your tongue roll all over my clit. I want to feel you tongue in my pussy. Eat my fucking pussy out, Tori. Suck my fucking titties. Suck my big old tits I want to have the dirtiest fuck session that porno movies wouldn't even allow. I want to taste my cum on your finger. And last but not least, I want to tangle our tongues together and taste a mixture of our pussy juices. Specific enough for you, Tori?" She finishes.
I think I had about fifteen orgasms while said all that. "Just specific enough." I just started from the top. I ran my tongue over her clit, causing her to moan. Them I buried my face in her pussy. She screamed, pushing my face into her pussy so far, I couldn't breathe. But I was happy because I had her cum all over my face. Then I almost passed out.
Moans filled the room and we both came in unison, so I bent down to lick her juices and clean up after her. Next, we got in a tongue fight.
I rolled off of her and left her sweaty and sore.
"You're really obsessed with my tits, aren't you, Tori?" She asks me.
"I'm obsessed with your other private part, too." I answer.
She laughs and gets up to go to the bathroom to get dressed. Her boobs jiggle as she walks. I press my finger to my center once more, and cumming again, and I get up to get dressed. I look back at the sheets and there are all kinds of liquids on them. I laugh and head for the closet. I can't believe we're about to go to her parents' house.
There you go guys. I make the sex scene too graphic? Not graphic enough? Just right? I don't know. I'm a little wary about posting graphic sex scenes. Just tell me what you think of this longer chapter. Review, review, review! Thanks for reading, guys!