Epilogue
As we walked into the apartment, I dropped my things and flung myself on my bed, closing my eyes and folding my hands across my chest. Jeff sat down my things quickly and sat down next to me.
"Are you OK?" Jeff asked me. I shrugged and wiped away a stray tear that had lingered on my cheek. We were silent; it was almost deafening to me. Jeff took my hand and squeezed it tightly. Kicked out of the house at 17. What next? Getting pregnant? I shuddered at the thought, and sat up. Jeff did the same.
"Something wrong?" he asked me, slipping his hands around my waist. "Everything is wrong Jeff," I muttered tiredly, and buried his face into my golden hair, tightening his grip around me. I clung to him helplessly. Jeff was the only thing that I had now. Not my parents, not my friends, just Jeff. That's the only person that mattered. He kissed my neck and his lips slowly moved up until he kissed me on the lips. He lay me down on the bed, and ran his hands up my side, his hands staying by my breast. I brushed away some hair that had fallen into my face, and laced my arms around his neck.
"April, I love you very much. I don't want you to be upset," he whispered, and slowly lifted my shirt off, and I helped him take it off, dropping it onto the floor. My heart pounded excitedly inside my chest. He nuzzled my breasts and reached behind me to unclip my bra. I took his shirt off, and ran my hands down his tan back. He slid down my jean skirt, and dropped it, making sure not to hit my boot-cast. Soon, our clothes were shed, and he was inside of me. I gasped with shock, it being my first time. He told me that it would get better, and suddenly I cried out my name. I moaned and held onto his shoulders and closed my eyes. This was loving and beautiful, I told myself. We reached out peaks, and Jeff flopped beside me, holding me against his body.
I gasped for air, and Jeff laughed and ruffled my hair. "I love you April. No words can explain how much I love you." I smiled and kissed him, my hand on his cheek. I closed my eyes and lay my head on his chest, curling up tightly into a tight ball. He held me and kissed my hair, and I drifted into dreamland.
Jeff nudged me awake. I moaned and my eyes fluttered open. "Wha?" I asked.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," Jeff said, pulling his clothes on. I didn't realize that he had pulled me under the covers. I pulled them up to my chin and sat up. He looked over at me and smiled.
"I got an idea," Jeff said, pulling his jeans on and sitting down on the bed. I was thinking that you could write to your sisters, and tell them," he suggested. I chewed on my lip and thought about it.
"And also," he added, kissing my cheek, his cologne wafting into my nose. "I called the dean of admissions today, and I told him that I wouldn't be coming back."
"Jeff!" I cried sharply. "You can't just quit college! You've worked so hard!"
"I know that," he said softly. "But I want to be with you until this. . .sister thing blows over," he said, tossing his hand into the air.
"Jeff, you're going to regret it you know. You'll be wondering one day, why didn't I go to college and get an education and get a good job?" I advised. I was going to say something more, but he kissed me.
"April, I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he whispered, and embraced me. "I'm going to get into the shower," he said, letting go and waltzing over to the bathroom. He shut the door, and I heard him turn on the water. I sighed and looked around the room, wondering if there was any paper around here. I found a stack of paper sitting by the night stand, and I grabbed a few pieces, and grabbed a pencil and a book to write on. I chewed on the eraser for a minute, thinking of what I would write. Suddenly, an idea jotted into my head and I put the pencil on paper, and started to write.
Dear July. . .
As we walked into the apartment, I dropped my things and flung myself on my bed, closing my eyes and folding my hands across my chest. Jeff sat down my things quickly and sat down next to me.
"Are you OK?" Jeff asked me. I shrugged and wiped away a stray tear that had lingered on my cheek. We were silent; it was almost deafening to me. Jeff took my hand and squeezed it tightly. Kicked out of the house at 17. What next? Getting pregnant? I shuddered at the thought, and sat up. Jeff did the same.
"Something wrong?" he asked me, slipping his hands around my waist. "Everything is wrong Jeff," I muttered tiredly, and buried his face into my golden hair, tightening his grip around me. I clung to him helplessly. Jeff was the only thing that I had now. Not my parents, not my friends, just Jeff. That's the only person that mattered. He kissed my neck and his lips slowly moved up until he kissed me on the lips. He lay me down on the bed, and ran his hands up my side, his hands staying by my breast. I brushed away some hair that had fallen into my face, and laced my arms around his neck.
"April, I love you very much. I don't want you to be upset," he whispered, and slowly lifted my shirt off, and I helped him take it off, dropping it onto the floor. My heart pounded excitedly inside my chest. He nuzzled my breasts and reached behind me to unclip my bra. I took his shirt off, and ran my hands down his tan back. He slid down my jean skirt, and dropped it, making sure not to hit my boot-cast. Soon, our clothes were shed, and he was inside of me. I gasped with shock, it being my first time. He told me that it would get better, and suddenly I cried out my name. I moaned and held onto his shoulders and closed my eyes. This was loving and beautiful, I told myself. We reached out peaks, and Jeff flopped beside me, holding me against his body.
I gasped for air, and Jeff laughed and ruffled my hair. "I love you April. No words can explain how much I love you." I smiled and kissed him, my hand on his cheek. I closed my eyes and lay my head on his chest, curling up tightly into a tight ball. He held me and kissed my hair, and I drifted into dreamland.
Jeff nudged me awake. I moaned and my eyes fluttered open. "Wha?" I asked.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," Jeff said, pulling his clothes on. I didn't realize that he had pulled me under the covers. I pulled them up to my chin and sat up. He looked over at me and smiled.
"I got an idea," Jeff said, pulling his jeans on and sitting down on the bed. I was thinking that you could write to your sisters, and tell them," he suggested. I chewed on my lip and thought about it.
"And also," he added, kissing my cheek, his cologne wafting into my nose. "I called the dean of admissions today, and I told him that I wouldn't be coming back."
"Jeff!" I cried sharply. "You can't just quit college! You've worked so hard!"
"I know that," he said softly. "But I want to be with you until this. . .sister thing blows over," he said, tossing his hand into the air.
"Jeff, you're going to regret it you know. You'll be wondering one day, why didn't I go to college and get an education and get a good job?" I advised. I was going to say something more, but he kissed me.
"April, I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he whispered, and embraced me. "I'm going to get into the shower," he said, letting go and waltzing over to the bathroom. He shut the door, and I heard him turn on the water. I sighed and looked around the room, wondering if there was any paper around here. I found a stack of paper sitting by the night stand, and I grabbed a few pieces, and grabbed a pencil and a book to write on. I chewed on the eraser for a minute, thinking of what I would write. Suddenly, an idea jotted into my head and I put the pencil on paper, and started to write.
Dear July. . .