"I was gone for what, all of a half hour and you call the police?" I scream at my parents in rage "Well If you want to act like a child you're going to be treated like a child." My dad gets in my face, screaming right back.
"Enough!" My mother puts her hands between the both of us, making us give ourselves distance "I am tired of this fighting!" Her voice strains, "Alison, we are just trying to do what's best for you," My mother sighs, voice levelling out now.
"You don't know him," the words are spaced apart as I speak, said through a clenched jaw. "You both take one look at a person and make up your minds," I shake my head furiously.
"We know enough," My dads voice is deep, stern. There was no getting through to them, no making them understand and no possibility on this earth they would give Eddie a chance.
"You can't stop me from seeing him, so you're just going to call the police every time?" I cross my arms, challenging them. "Ifs that's what has to be done, yes." My father nods, i scoff in his face.
"I get why Chris left now," I say in realization, referencing my older brother who took off at sixteen and never looked back "Don't bring him into this," My mom puts up a hand,
"No mom, I am going to bring him into this. You're doing the same thing to me that you did to him, you're not going to have a daughter anymore either." I let those words sink in for them, making my way up the stairs to my room.
"No.." my dad starts "No this, no that. Be a prisoner, yeah yeah yeah." I retort. Keeping my back to him as I go up the stairs.
I sit on my bed in silence, blood boiling silence. I hate it here, so much.
Huffing to myself, I rummage through my wardrobe to find some pjs, barely even able to see my clothes as I was purely seeing red.
I pull out a pair of old red satin shorts and the matching camisole, laying them flat on my bed as I stare at my partially unpacked room. Maybe it would be easier to hate Eddie, to put that act on again so neither of us get hurt. So I can have my parents cook down for a bit,
I didn't know if I was able to pretend to hate him again though, whatever I was feeling for him wasn't fleeting. It just sat there in my mind and heart twenty four seven, refusing to budge.
Again, I know how this ends.. I've been here before. I've played this game. One of us gets hurt regardless, despite knowing that.. I still can't shake him.
There's no way he and I could possibly ever work, right? Especially with my parents putting their fists down, being determined to ruin any life I attempt to live. What we're we supposed to do, sneak around for the rest of our lives?
We are both to graduate soon anyways, likely going our different ways and living completely different and separate lives. It would never work, right?
I take off the clothes I had been wearing and slip on my pyjamas, I'm surprised my parents couldn't smell the stench of weed on me. That was another thing that made them totally lose their minds.
More surprised they haven't sent me to a religious school yet, far far away.
Ugh. I already miss my music, it's so mind numbingly quiet in here. I dive into my bed, shoving my face into my pillows and let out a muffled scream.
A low knock at my door causes me to pause my current self wallowing, peering over my shoulder as I see my mom enter my bedroom "What, more things taken away?" I groan as she sits on the edge of my bed,
"Let's talk," she says quietly, no hint of anger in her tone anymore. "Why? I'll just get in trouble for anything I say," my voice is muffled again, head back in the pillows.
"When did things get like this?" I hear my mother sigh "One day you'd come to me gushing about your friends, boys you liked.." she lets out a small laugh at the more simple times "Now.." she inhales loudly "Because you stopped listening and started making up your own narrative," I state in fact.
"I'm listening now," She says softly, I slowly bring myself to sit up on the edge of the bed beside her. Maybe what I said about my brother did get to them, well.. my mother at least.
"What do you want me to say mom? For the last three years you and dad have treated me like I'm a criminal or something," I slouch in spot, "Yes I get in to trouble, yes I hang out with people you're not fond of but I'm not out there robbing banks." I gesture out to the world.
"Your father and I just don't see what you see," my mother says softly, in reference to guys I associate with. "You see their exterior.." I trail off, "They're human too mom, just like me. Am I a bad person just because I dress like I do and listen to a certain kind of of music?"
I pose the question, letting it settle in the room and letting my mom take it in "You and dad have two choices, let me live or lose me come graduation." I broke the air, finally saying what's on my mind. Taking control back into my hands.
She pats my leg, both of us jumping in fear as we hear a bang outside my window "You have a visitor," my mom points to the window, seeing Eddie duck down not nearly fast enough.
She walks over to the window, sliding it up as Eddie peers over the ledge "Shit," he mutters. I have to stifle a laugh, not wanting to get myself in deeper crap. "Hello, Eddie. Nice to meet you," My moms smile is tight lipped, glaring down at him.
"Next time use the door," my mom hangs her head to the side, walking to my bedroom door "Next time?" I ask, a glimmer of hope put in front of me "I'll speak to your father," she gives a small nod, eyes darting back to Eddie whose awkwardly leaning on the window sill "Five minutes," she flashes five fingers, looking back at me with a small smile.
Watching Eddie climb through my window like it was a party trick was amusing to say the least, he did it so swiftly and easily.
"You idiot!" I laugh, hitting his chest playfully as he straightens out his jean jacket "You have to be crazy to show up here after tonight," I say in shock, maybe he was insane.. lost all marbles.
"Just living on the edge, babe." He grins from ear to ear, the word babe making my stomach flip flop. "Listen I don't.." I bow my head, the tone more serious now "My parents are really on edge about this, us." I motion from him to I..
"You're not letting them get to you, are you?" Eddie asks worried, searching my eyes for answers. "It's just that.." I sigh, "Get out, Get out!" I hear my dads voice get louder as it comes up the stairs
"I don't care what her mother said is okay, you are not allowed in our house!" He enters my room, his face red in rage. "Hey, I'm not.." Eddie tries to defend himself before my father interjects
"You're not what? Good for her? Good for anything?" My dad gets in Eddie's face "Just a troubled kid who wants to mess up everyone else's lives along with their own?" My dad snarls, "Dad!" I yell at him, full of embarrassment and anger.
"No, it's okay. I got it." Eddie backs up slowly, looking down at me with sadness in his eyes. "No harm done," he puts up his hands, climbing out the window the same way he got through "And stay out!" My father yells after him, slamming the window down and locking it.
That moment changed everything.
I ran down my stairs and out my door as fast as I possibly could, catching up to Eddie all the while freezing my ass off. "Eddie!" I yell after him, his head hangs low and his hands shoved into his pockets as he continues walking,
"Please don't do this," my vision is starting to go blurry, fighting back tears. "Do what? We aren't anything... we never were." Eddie shrugs his shoulders, his voice like a whisper.
"We should of stuck to the rules, one night. That's it." He could put on this fake demeanour all he wanted, but I could hear the sadness in his voice too.
"Your parents are right.. I'm not good for you," His voice wavers as his tongue trails over his lips "Really?" I say in disbelief, biting my tongue to hold back the tears.
I push his chest with my hands "Really?" I yell, Eddie gives a forced nod. "I hate you," I mutter, feeling the tears stream down my face "I hate you!" I push against his chest again, "Maybe it's better that way," Eddie says, avoiding my glare.
I couldn't believe him, that this was actually happening. That Eddie was just going to lay down and let my parents run the show. Yet I knew it would end like this.
"Fuck you," I snarl at him, the rage I felt causing my body to shake. "Yeah," he merely says, still refusing to look me in the eye as he turns around and heads for his van.
I hate Eddie Munson.
I tossed and turned in bed all night, unsatisfied by how things ended and if Eddie wasn't going to do something about it, I was.
I slip back into appropriate clothes for the outside world, tip toeing around my house as my parents slept. Grabbing a sweater and throwing it on, zipping it up as I grab my skateboard and head out the door.
The issue was strolling around for half an hour on my skateboard just to figure out where the trailer park actually was, the next issue was hoping I could figure out which trailer was Eddie's.
Entering the trailer park, I wandered around for a bit. I didn't think it was a place I could easily get lost in.. but here I was. Completely turned around, until I spotted Eddie's van parked in front of a trailer.
I hesitate as I bring my fist up to the door, well it's now or never. I knock four times, take a step back and pray he opens the door.
The door knob jiggles, hearing a lock click open as the door to the trailer opens slowly.
Eddies hair is a total mess, all poofy from sleeping. He stands there in just his checkered boxers, rubbing at his eyes. "What are you doing here?" A loud yawn escapes his lips as he lazily holds onto the door for support, confused and half asleep.
"I cave," I state, standing my ground as he hangs his head to the side in confusion, the real world slowly catching up to him after having been in dream land. "What?" His dark brows knit together, puzzled.
I push my way past him, making my way to his bedroom as he stares at me dumbfounded. I grab the handcuffs off his wall and go back into the hallway, "I cave," I state again, twirling the cuffs around my finger.
Eddie's eyes widen, suddenly much more awake than he had been as he shuts the trailer door. He stands in spot for a moment, staring at me then the handcuffs.. the gears in his mind slowly turning (he was half asleep after all), and then.. the light went off.
His smile grew wider as the seconds passed, running at me nearly full speed as he grabs onto my thighs and picks me up, I throw my legs around his waist and hold on tightly. I can't help but laugh at the sudden change, how overcome with happiness he was.. the relief on his face.
"You're going to be in so much trouble," he breathes against my lips "Ah," I shrug carelessly "What's another week of being grounded." Eddie's eyes lit up wildly "I meant with me," He grins. "Oh no, I'm so scared," my voice is dripping with sarcasm.
Eddie takes the cuff in my hands, our lips so intertwined it felt like we were becoming one. He drops me down on the bed and twirls the handcuffs himself now, grinning down at me with such pleasure. "Do your worst," I challenge, cocking my head to the side as the handcuffs snap open.
His hands move faster than I can keep up with, unzipping my sweater and taking it off then pulling my shirt off too. "You sure?" He pauses, his legs on either side of my thighs as he looks down at me. I nod, raising my hands up "I trust you," I smile, fully confident.
The handcuffs make a loud click as he puts one around my left wrist, threading the other behind the bars of his headboard then placing my right wrist in the other handcuff. Completely stuck.
This trust better pay off.
As Eddie pulls on the cuffs to make sure they're tight, he somehow manages to do so with such care and caution. Looking down at me to make sure I'm not in pain or uncomfortable, I flash him a smile for reassurance as he leans down into my lips.
"If you want to stop.. at any time," he speaks softly, slowly. "Eddie," I breathe out as his lips dance across my own, "Just fuck me." I'm basically begging at this point. His smile lines deepen as a playful smirk curves up on his face.
His body pressing deeply into mine as he holds himself up with the palms of his hands, placed beside both sides of my head. The way his mouth grasps for my own is less urgent than our one night stand, less rushed.
We have both been waiting for this for what feels like years, a life time too long. Wanting to indulge in every single kiss, touch, breath.. before it all slips away and goes to shit.
Eddie's hand gentle caresses my cheek, moving to my chin to gently tilt it up.. our eyes searching the others, to me it felt like we were searching for if the other felt the same, Trying to confirm We were both falling for each other.
That this time it meant more than just sex, more than just a quick fuck. We had an emotional connection, feelings for one and other. I trust him and he trusts me.
Eddie grinds his hard cock against me, his mouth hungrily taking in the skin on my neck with his teeth. "I win," he grins between bites and kisses.
"I let you win," my breathing fluctuates, squirming as his lips trail down to my breast. He keeps his head down while his eyes flash up to look at me, enjoying my reaction.
His tongue slowly trails around my nipple over and over again, not being able to touch him with my hands was almost unbearable. I buck my hips as Eddies lips trail down further, feeling him chuckle in amusement against my skin.
His hands grab at the side of my loose fitting pants, inching them down so slowly that I wanted to cry and plead for him to go faster.
"Ohhh," Eddie's voice is still quiet but shocked as he sees I'm not wearing any panties. "That makes things easier," he laughs to himself.
He tosses my pants to the side and shimmies off his boxers, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he buries his face into my pussy.
Legs twitching and hips jerking upwards with out thought as I feel his tongue glide up and down against my clit, I can't do much but squirm in place, hearing the handcuffs jangle behind my head.
His hands slide under my thighs, tightly grasping my hips to stop me from moving around so much. "If this is.." I try to speak normally, feeling like my lungs are out of air "what trouble is.. from you," the words turn into moans as he flicks his tongue faster,
Looking up at me to maintains eye contact as he grins "Then I want to be in trouble... all the time," the words are drawn out, mixed with moans and gasps in between.
"This is good trouble.." He muses against me, amber eyes twinkling with warning for what bad trouble may be. My legs beginning to tremble so much, shaking like crazy, that I knew I couldn't hide how much I was enjoying this.
Eddie's tongue presses harder against me before raising himself, hovering over me then placing his lips on mine "You taste soo good," he practically drools.
Intentionally sliding his cock up and down against my pussy as he watches my breathing pick up "I want.." His lips press against my neck "to make love," His lips now against my cheek "to you," Eddie says as my lips instinctively part from his own mouth being so close to mine.
"Then make love to me," my eyes flutter, I've never really done that before.. had that done before? Whichever. Sex was always just a way to get off, always meaningless until Eddie.
Eddies hand reaches above my head as he lazily unlocks the cuffs, hearing them clang against the bars as my wrists are freed. I waste no time, my arms wrapping around him in the blink of an eye.
The feeling of his soft skin against my own, being able to actually feel him with my hands, was like a reawakening experience.
I inch myself up, making Eddie sit up as I motion for him to lay on his back. I climb on top of him, straddling his sides "I caved so.." I place my lips on the tattoo he has on his chest "I think it's only fair I make love to you." I whisper up to him.
A brow arches, his teeth biting down on his lower lip as I now circle my hips against him, "yeah," he nods "That's.. that's a good idea." Eddie manages out in a gasp as my hand slowly glides between our legs, rubbing his cock up and down for a moment before sliding it into me.
Not fully though, just the tip. Then I pull back up to slowly go back down, taking a little more of his cock in each time. Watching Eddie's lips part, head tilt back and breathing become laboured was the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.
He grabs onto my hips, pushing me down on top of him as he thrusts his whole length into me, not able to stand my game any longer. We both let out a gasp, our eyes locking as it felt like we had reached heaven.
Eddies fingers intertwine with mine for balance as I ride him, keeping the rhythm of up and down - slow but deep. Making different shapes and figures with my hips as I roll them when he's deep inside of me.
We were still very much craving each other, desperate for the others body and touch. This time though.. there was passion, there was desire.. there was.. dare I say it, love.
Not love in the I'm going to marry you kind of sense, at least not yet. But the sense of I want this to be more than just sex, I want our bodies to be connected in every state or form humanly possible.
Eddies breathing becomes erratic as I feel his legs tense under me, he pulls me into him.. one hand tangled in my hair and the other on the small of my back. Keeping that achingly slow but nirvana deep pattern.
His lips tremble against mine, mouth parting to let out soft gasps and moans. "Holy.." that's all he's able to manage out, my lips now pressed deep into his neck as I see my chance for pay back.
My teeth sink into his skin much gentler than what he was with me, wanting him to feel every calculated movement I make.
Eddie rocks our hips back and forth, "Fuck, fuuuck.." he moans in my ear, tilting his head to the side to allow easier access for my lips as I move his hair away from his neck.
"Mmm," I moan against him, sucking on his neck and biting where I can "Cum for me baby," I whisper in his ear, "Oh my god, Ali.." his voice is so light, you'd think he reached cloud nine.
The overwhelming sensation of his cock throbbing inside me causes me to ride him faster, his body twitching and jerking as I do. "That's it, princess." Eddie encourages, grasping onto my hair as he slams his cock into me.
Our mouths pressing together weakly as we cum, our moans so loud yet so soft. Our bodies sweaty and sticking to one and other. Our hands digging into each other as we reach paradise.
I feel his cock twitch inside me as I gently drop onto his chest, trying to steady my breathing. "Jesus Christ," he pants, "That was.." Eddie gives a shake of his head, lost for words.
I place lazy kisses along his jawline, his arms wrapped tightly around me. "Fucking amazing," he continues struggling for air, awestruck.
His hand softly plays with my hair before I shimmy down lower on him, trailing the tip of my tongue over his cock.. just for amusement sake as Eddie jolts in spot, "Someone's a little sensitive," I tease.
I lay down beside him, cuddling up into his side. My head on his arm, my arm on his chest, my thigh over his cock.
That had to be making love right? I had never really cuddled with a guy unironically, so cuddling after and how passionate it was really sealed the deal for me that it was much more than just sex.
Eddies fingers lace through mine as he presses his lips against my own, both still panting and dripping with sweat. "So that doesn't count either right?" I grin.. pushing my luck as he chuckles, moving his hair away from his face as it sticks to him.
"Uh yeah that definitely counts," he lets out a soft laugh as I listen to the sound of his heart beat, getting lost in his chest slowly rising and falling as he breathes "Worth it," I state, so damn worth it.
His soft plump lips place a kiss on the crown of my head, "My girl," he muses in a mumble.. both of us so exhausted that we fall asleep with out second thought.
Oh I'm going to be in trouble alright. My parents are going to kill me, then Eddie, then bring me back and kill me again.
The best part? I don't care. Nothing they say or do can change how I feel about Eddie Munson.
And oh man.. do I ever feel for him.