Simon pulled into his driveway and sat there. What just happened? How did a
date, one for money, turn into this? How did a girl suddenly go from
nothing, to all over him and he didn't just mean making out either. He put
one arm behind his head contemplating what to do next. His cell phone
vibrated in his pocket causing him to jump.
"Hello?"
"Hi it's Mom. Why are you just sitting there, it's just about
midnight and if you don't get in here, your dad's going to freak." Eric
Camden was never strict, but Simon realized he'd rather not deal with his
dad's anger if he could help it.
"Ok coming. I somehow forgot to zip up my fly and I lost my contact
but I found it." He heard his mother laugh.
"A little more then I wanted to hear, honey. But come in now ok? And lock
the doors too." Simon hung up. He got out, locked the car, and walked
slowly in.
Robbie sat on Simon's bed waiting for him. He knew Simon was running
an escort service, yet he had no proof, until he'd seen Cecelia give him
fifty bucks and wink at him in the driveway last weekend. He heard the
unmistakable sounds of Simon's new sneakers on the wooden floor at the
doorway.
"Simon." The one word, made the younger Camden kid jerk in shock.
"Robbie, don't ever do that to me. What's the big idea scaring me
like that?" Simon's face had now returned to it's normal expression of
pensive thought.
"We need to talk. I know everything. I saw you get paid last weekend.
Tell me the truth. Are you protecting yourself?"
"What? Protecting myself against what." Simon's confused look showed
Robbie he had to spell it out for him.
"Sex, Simon!" The outburst actually caused one of the babies to wake up and
start crying in the next room.
"Great look what you did, jerk. Just leave me alone, we'll talk
whenever I feel like it." Simon hissed. Robbie got up off the bed and
turned back to Simon. He somehow had to show him that no matter how much
money he was getting this was not a good idea.
"I'm only doing this because I love you." It sounded strange hearing
it, but Simon still knew he wasn't doing the right thing.
What's going on up here," Annie's stern voice whispered. She looked
at Robbie unhappily.
"Why did you wake Sam up, Simon why do you look like you just robbed
a bank with Jessie James, and Where are your other shoes? The dirty ones."
I tossed them in the trash." Annie took that explanation for what it
was worth, nothing but let it drop. She stepped out of the room to go get
Sam and now David who had also woken but because of his brother back to
sleep. After she was gone, Robbie looked at Simon again.
"Simon, I'm sorry. I'm only trying to tell you what's right, and we
both know condoms are right and safe. So use them, you don't need to go
through what I did."
"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not having sex." Simon was
completely taken off guard at that last statement, but Robbie's eyes which
now seemed to look far off, didn't seem to hear as he continued.
"I was only about your age, and my mom and dad were fighting. I went out
one night to meet this older girl I was dating, Joanne. We went to this old
elementary school, and well, let's just say, she showed me things I've
never seen before, and I had no idea what a condom was or that she could
get pregnant. So after about a month of not hearing from her, she called
me, saying she was pregnant and I was the father. I went to see her, and
she told me that unless I wanted to be a daddy, I should give her four
hundred dollars, half of the money it costs to get an abortion. So I stole
the two hundred I didn't have, gave it to her, to find out she wasn't
pregnant." Simon, who now sat in his desk chair, was shocked. He had no
idea anything like that happened to Robbie.
"So that's how." He trailed off. Robbie nodded and stood up yawning.
"Wow it's almost one, go to sleep I'll talk to you in the morning."
He strode out of the room closing the door softly behind him, as to not
wake the twins. Simon lay back thinking of what to do again.
Jenny's blue Mustang pulled slowly around the side of her house, into the garage. She was more then pissed at Simon for turning her down. She got out, and went into the house, being stopped by her father. "Where the hell have you been?" He demanded glaring at her. Jenny looked at the clock. "I was out with some friends dad. I didn't know it was so late." Her father's anger didn't subside, as he slapped her across the face. You.little.bitch! Don't tell me that! I saw you outside the pizza parlor, trying to get with some little minister's kid. You are nothing! You deserve nothing!" He threw her against the wall with another uppercut. As he stepped over her, he delivered one kick to each side of her ribs, and slammed the door to his bedroom in disgust, not caring if she was hurt. She lay there, trying not to cry. He was drunk, that much was obvious by the beer, and other liquor bottles strewn about the house. She knew why she was so easy, it was better then living here, and only three weeks more, she'd be eighteen and could move out. She struggled to her feet, and walked down the hall to her own room and thought. She shouldn't have made Simon so uncomfortable, but she was very physically attracted to him. She laid down, wincing as the pain shot through her ribs and decided she'd call Simon tomorrow to apologize for her actions, but thought maybe she'd still get him, just no so forcefully.
Jenny's blue Mustang pulled slowly around the side of her house, into the garage. She was more then pissed at Simon for turning her down. She got out, and went into the house, being stopped by her father. "Where the hell have you been?" He demanded glaring at her. Jenny looked at the clock. "I was out with some friends dad. I didn't know it was so late." Her father's anger didn't subside, as he slapped her across the face. You.little.bitch! Don't tell me that! I saw you outside the pizza parlor, trying to get with some little minister's kid. You are nothing! You deserve nothing!" He threw her against the wall with another uppercut. As he stepped over her, he delivered one kick to each side of her ribs, and slammed the door to his bedroom in disgust, not caring if she was hurt. She lay there, trying not to cry. He was drunk, that much was obvious by the beer, and other liquor bottles strewn about the house. She knew why she was so easy, it was better then living here, and only three weeks more, she'd be eighteen and could move out. She struggled to her feet, and walked down the hall to her own room and thought. She shouldn't have made Simon so uncomfortable, but she was very physically attracted to him. She laid down, wincing as the pain shot through her ribs and decided she'd call Simon tomorrow to apologize for her actions, but thought maybe she'd still get him, just no so forcefully.
