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Chapter 5: The Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth

"Stop, no, quit," I squealed. "Hold on, cowboy. Hey, there is a big difference between hoarse-play and touching me inappropriately. STOP!"

I tried getting away from him but he grabbed me around the waste and pulled me towards him, kissing the nape of my neck, I sighed, leaning into him and let him kiss me softly. I turned around to let him know we weren't playing anymore.

His name was Keith. I was totally taken by him. He was my first. My first everything to be correct. He was my first real kiss, my first boyfriend, my first relationship, my first love, my first time. Fast, maybe, but at that time he made me feel what I thought was the way to feel. With his tall body, beautiful hazel and short brown hair, at 14, he was my superman. At least I thought he was.

After we had our fun that night, we decided to shower and go out to get something to eat. I was having a blast. He made me feel special. But there were certainly times when he didn't seem…right. A little bit off. That night we were walking on the pier and he decided to take me back to my house. Once at the door, I told him a good-night and stepped into the house unnoticed by my mom. Here, she wasn't even home.

Taking short, silent steps, I walked up to my room. Taking off my dress, I slipped into a silk nightgown and sat on my bed. I turned off my table-side light and pulled the covers over my body and slipped into a light sleep. Then I heard a knock on my balcony door a few seconds later. I awoke and waked, sleepily, over to the door.

"Hi," Keith said. I squinted, waking myself up more.

"Hello. What, what are you doing here?"

"I missed you and I figured that since your mom isn't home that I could sleep over."

"I guess so," I said. I wasn't all that awake and I just wanted to go back into my bed.

"Cool," he said. "You don't sleep in the nude?"

"No," I said, not sure as to what he was implying. "Should I?"

"Yeah, it makes it so much better for me. You wanna make me happy right now?"

"Not really," I said, just wanting to go to sleep. "I'm tired. Maybe you should go home tonight."

"I don't think so."

He wasn't himself again. He was someone else. Someone I didn't think was there. But he was and that night I didn't sleep. He kept me up in a way that I didn't think he would.

oooooooo

Brianna let a small tear fall onto her bed. He didn't comfort her. He just looked at her awkwardly. Finally, to break the silence, he spoke. "So he…"

"I still have scars. Inside and out," she said, soft. She was almost hushed in a whisper.

"So, that's why you didn't want to sleep with me?" Bradin said, disgusted with the things that he was hearing.

"I guess so," she said, taking a deep breath. "I just didn't want to go back to that place. But there's so much more to the story. A part that I'm afraid to say out loud. A part that I think…I think it might've had something to do with the hit and run accident."

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"I might just have to kill you now!"

"Then go ahead and kill me already!"

"Do you want me to come over?" Brianna asked.

"Nah, I'll be fine," Bradin coughed. "It's just a cold."

"I'm going over anyway," she said to herself.
"He's not home Bri."