Note to the reader: I just wanted to say that I know that in the series Lita has no family. However, I've always been a little curious about what happened between Lita and Freddy, and why she was always so caught up with him. I've also always kind of wondered why she gets so angry when people call her babe. So, this is my own little version of events that occured, and why she is the way she isI hope you enjoy! Feel free to write comments or complaints (be as honest as you want!) and feel to free to comment and review.
Lita's Secret
Written By Tiffany Dias
"Hey, Freddie!" a grinning Lita called out to her boyfriend as she appeared from the crowd. Immediately, a tall boy with brown hair and steel-gray eyes turned to face her.
"Hey,
Lita!" he said to her.
"So, what's up?" she
asked as she neared him. Instead of answering her, he wrapped his
right arm around her waist, and kissed her passionately on the lips.
The force of his kiss surprised Lita at first, but soon she got into
it and responded with just as much passion of her own. When the kiss
ended ten minutes later, they were both breathless and panting.
"Does that answer you're question?" Freddie asked her, grinning from ear-to-ear. Lita smiled ecstatically and nodded.
"So, what do you want to do tonight?" she asked him once she had regained her breath. Freddie looked at her, a knowing look in his eyes.
"Well," he began, "Your parents are out of town, so we'd have your place all to ourselves. . . " He didn't bother finishing the sentence, knowing that Lita knew what he meant. He was asking her the same question that he had been asking her for weeks. Lita sighed; she knew what he was insinuating.
"Freddie," she sighed, "I've told you before. I'm just not ready yet." Freddie rolled his eyes, obviously not liking Lita's answer.
"But why?" he pressured her. "You know how I feel about you." Lita nodded. She knew how much Freddie loved her. He had been telling her time and time again.
"I know," she assured him. "It's just that I'm not ready yet. And before I become that intimate with anyone, I need to be sure. And I'm just not. Not yet, anyways." Freddie sighed and nodded in understanding.
"Okay," he said.
"But we can still head over to my place anyways," Lita suggested. "My parents got one of their movie executive friends over in Hollywood to send us a new Jackie Chan movie. It hasn't even been released yet in theatres."
"Okay," he agreed. "Let's go." Lita smiled up at her boyfriend and arm-in-arm, they walked away from the downtown district and headed towards Lita's home.
They arrived at Lita's home about fifteen minutes later. Reaching the familiar gates, Lita sighed and pressed the button so that she would be buzzed in. She waited a few seconds then heard a click and the gates to her home swung up. As they walked up the sidewalk that led to the front entrance, Freddie stared at the estate that was Lita's home. Her home was really the same size as a mini-mall, and it included some of the same features as a mini-mall, including a private theatre and a bowling alley.
"Home sweet home," Lita said as she unlocked the front door. Once unlocked, Lita twisted the knob and pushed it open. She motioned for Freddie to step inside first, and she quickly followed.
"So, where we gonna watch the movie?" he asked her, knowing that they had wide selection. They could either watch it in the private theatre, Lita's bedroom, the family room, the rec room, or the living room.
"The living room," Lita replied and quickly led him there.
"So, what movie is it?" Freddie asked once they were in the living room and he was seated on the wide leather couch. Lita shrugged.
"I don't know," she replied. "The writers don't have a name for it yet." Freddie smiled and shook his head in disbelief. Seeing the look on his face, Lita smiled. "I know," she said, knowing what he was thinking. "My mom told me that if I watched this movie, maybe I think up a title for it and she'd suggest it to her movie executive friend." Freddie smiled.
"That would be cool," he said, thinking how amazing it would be to think up a title for a movie. Lita nodded in agreement. She was just about to sit down on the couch beside Freddie, remote in hand, when the phone rang. Surprised, she looked at the phone.
"Were you expecting any calls tonight?" Feddie asked, wondering who was on the other end of the line. Lita shook her head in reply.
"No," she told him, honestly. "My parents called a few minutes before I left to go meet you to tell me that they were just taking off."
"Who could it be?" Freddie asked, curious. Lita shrugged and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" she asked. Freddie watched his girlfriend as she listened on the phone. "Yes, this is Lita Kino," she replied, the confusion she was feeling showing clearly on her face. "Why?" Freddie watched in silence as Lita's expression changed from one of confusion to one of shock. "Y... you're joking, right?" she asked, trying not to break into tears. "I mean, they just called like half an hour ago to tell me that they were taking off." Freddie frowned. It was obvious that Lita was talking about her parents. Had something happened? He continued to watch in silence as Lita nodded in reply to questions and said, "Uh-huh." Finally, she said, "Okay, thank you," and hung up. The look on her face told Freddie that whatever news the person had just told her wasn't good. Her eyes were brimming with tears.
"Who was that, Lita?" Freddie asked, rushing to her side.
"Th... that was the Chicago police," Lita replied, still stunned from the phone call that she had just received.
"What did they want?" he asked, concern showing in his face.
"My parents," she began, taking a deep breath. "Their plan crashed about five minutes after it took off. The police told me that no one survived the crash."
"Oh, Lita," Freddie said, sadness and sympathy in his voice as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend in a comforting hug. Not wanting to cry, Lita bit her lip to stop the tears that threatened to overflow. She was unsuccessful, and soon, the tears flowed down her cheeks.
"I. . . I don't understand," she whimpered into Freddie's shoulder. "I mean, they had just called and told me that everything was okay."
"I know," Freddie whispered into her ear as he led her over to the couch. "I know."
"B... b.. b.." Lita stammered, unable to voice her thoughts. Freddie nodded understandingly and sat her down on the couch. He took the seat on her left.
"Things happen that we can't control," Freddie replied, his voice soft.
"B... b... b..." Lita stampered, wanting to say something but not sure what.
"Shhhh," Feddie whispered, putting a finger to her lips and leaning in to kiss her on the lips. Softly at first, then harder.
"Freddie," Lita began after she had pulled away from the kiss.
"Shhh," he told her softly, kissing her on the lips once again. "It'll make the hurting stop. Trust me." Quickly, he moved his mouth from hers and began trailing a line of kisses down her neck, pressing her against the side of the couch.
"Freddie, no," she told him, but he quickly stopped her protests by planting another kiss on her mouth. Slowly and softly, his hands began to stroke her back. Before she knew what was happening, his hands had lifted her shirt off her and she was leaning against the side of the couch in her bra.
"Freddie, stop," she told him, knowing what he was doing and where it was going to lead to.
"You can't really want that, babe," he murmured in her ear. "Trust me. I know what I'm doing." Seconds later, his hands had found the clasp of her bra and he was beginning to unclasp it.
"Freddie, please," she whimpered, her hands trying to push his away. It was no use. She was too weak.
"You don't really want to," he argued with her pushing her hands away and begining to stroke her naked breasts.
"F... Freddie," she whimpered trying to straighten herself to a sitting position. Somhow, in the minutes that had elapsed, Freddie had pinned her beneath him on the couch. "I'm not ready," she told him, feeling incredibly self-concious about being half-naked in front of him.
"Yes, you are," Freddie assured her quietly as his fingers moved from her breasts to her bare stomach. Slowly, he stroked her.
"Please," Lita whispered, scared. "Stop."
"It's too late, babe," was all he said in reply to her request as his hands fumbled with the button of her jeans.
"Fre..." she began, but was silenced as Freddie's mouth landed upon hers once again for another passionate kiss. Meanwhile, he had successfully undone the button of her jeans and was working on pulling down the zipper. For the second time that night, Lita tried to push him off her but was unsuccessful. She just wasn't strong enough. Tears started to fill Lita's eyes as Freddie finished with the zipper and began to pull her jeans off with his hands, his chest pinning her to the couch. Seconds later, Freddie had thrown her jeans to the side and was straddling her, as he pulled his own shirt off. Then he quickly un-did his own jeans and, and along with his underwear, pulled them off and tossed them carelessly aside. Seeing him sitting on top of her, completely naked, Lita let the tears begin to fall. She had no control over the situation and she hated it. She didn't want to sleep with Freddie, but she wasn't being given a choice. He was going to have sex with her, and she could do nothing to stop it. She could feel his hands stroking her thighs, slowly going towards her underwear. Less then a minute later, Freddie had stopped stroking her and had peeled away the only peice of clothing that Lita had had left on her.
"Freddie, don't!" Lita cried out, pleading with him one last time. Ignoring her cries, Freddie grinned down at her and forced himself into her.
An hour later, Lita lay on her bed in her room, in her pajamas, curled up in a protective ball, crying. Crying for the loss of something that she had once treasured. Freddie had left more then fourty-five minutes earlier, but she still felt deeply hurt by his betrayal of her trust. Almost another hour passed before Lita finally cried herself to sleep, exhausted.
