CHP3: You're Very Unwelcome

"UnnhH! UnnnhH! UUNGH!" Desperate gasps escaped my lips each time Dick thrust in.

"Fuuuck!" He groaned, throwing his head back he thrust in violently 3 more times, before pulling out and collapsing next to me drenched.

"That was..." I deadpanned.

"Yeah..." he replied, stone faced.

"Again?"

Giving me a sidelong glance, he reached into his nightstand.


Several orgasms later, I was in front of my house, staring at the chipping stucko and the flickering porch light. No one was home, lights on in the kitchen, and in the living room, but the drive way was empty and Dad never parked in the garage. The pink streaks in the sky told me it had to be around 6:30, he'd be home soon.

I ran up the steps, rushing into the kitchen and grabbing a few slices of bread from the bag on the counter, and some turkey from the fridge. Although I figured Gar's parents would probably make something for dinner, I wasn't interested in eating at their house.

With half a sandwich dangling from my mouth, I hopped up the stairs, all the while struggling to undo my jeans.

Shoes, shirt, pants, underwear, I ripped them all off, wrinkling my nose as I got a whiff of sweat and other bodily secretions. Was there time for a shower? I glanced at my alarm clock, 6:15, I bit my lip.

Ten more minutes, and I was clean and out of the door, just as my Dad was pulling into the driveway. The window rolled down, he popped his head out.

"Where are you going?"

"The therapist, John, he gave us an assignment. We have to 'hang out' with other people from group."

"In the evening, really?"

"Yeah, it was Gar's idea." I deadpanned. "I hate hanging out with people, but since you signed me up for this..."

He quickly changed subjects, "Who the hell is Gar? Is that the felon I saw you talking to yesterday?"

"No, that one was Dick."

"All these damn boys!" He snarled "Just be home by ten and don't come back smelling like sex." With that he got out of the car, slamming the door. I didn't bother to stick around much longer. I cut straight across the lawn, thinking to myself how comical my Dad's anger would have been if I wasn't dreading the next few hours of my life. I didn't want to go to Gar's and I didn't want to meet his parents.

I glanced at the address on the paper then at the two story house in front of me. The entire house was made of granite, with a large balcony, and a tall chimney at the top. Did Gar really live here? Cautiously I made my way up the winding pathway, which was lit with strings of tiny plastic candles on each side.

I shouldn't, I thought, hesitating to knock. From the window, I could see Gar peaking out at me, that's when he came and answered the door.

"Sup." he said. He was wearing a pair of bball shorts and a gray tall T, with a sandwich hanging half way out of his mouth.

"You look like shit." I said, giving him a blank stare. It was all I could think of at the moment.

"Oh yeah," he replied, yawning. "I came straight home after group and crashed."

"I can tell."

"Great manners, this one," he mumbled stepping aside.

It was awkward standing in his house, mostly because I had no interest in being there, but even if I had, it would have still been awkward. My thoughts were my own, but I felt like he was reading them.

When I gave him my attention he bowed before me, gesturing like a butler.

From that point on I had to follow him around his entire house while he gave me the tour.

"Are you rich or something? Your house is huge."

"My foster parents are rich, I'm not. 'Sides, I stay in a dorm on campus."

"Oh yeah...that's cool." I said, nodding my head, trying to sound interested although I just wanted to go home.

With his parents large house, I expected them to have some extravagant dinner prepared, maybe lobster.

To my surprise their kitchen was absolutely empty, nothing but peanut butter and bread on the faux marble table top.

"Seriously, your parents have this huge house, this fancy kitchen, and there's nothing to eat?" I raised an eyebrow.

Gar gave me an unemotional glance and shrugged. "Yeah well... my parents don't cook much. Why you hungry?"

"No not really?"

"Cause if you are there's some food in the fridge. I think my mom made some veggie lasa-."

"I'm not hungry."

"Okay." He shrugged again, dropping the subject. "Ready to see the rest of the house?"

Why not? I thought, not like I can get out of this assignment anyway.

Gar lead me through each room, pointing and blabbering on, in a way I kind of wished he would shut up. He reminded me of one of those people that talked when they were nervous... yeah, he acted a lot like that.

"And this is-"

"Are these blonde people your parents?" I interrupted him, grabbing a picture frame off the in table in his living room.

"Kind of..." he said, grabbing the frame from my hands and setting it back down on the table.

I could definitely sense tension in his voice so I dropped the subject.

"I think you've seen everything there is to see down here, upstairs?"

"Yeah sure." I grumbled.

I started to follow him up the stairs, but before I could he had me take my shoes off, mentioning something about his parents being anal. Shrugging, I did as instructed, marching closely behind him. Each step I took across the wood floor was obnoxiously loud and I wondered why on earth anyone would have a wooden stair-place. Wooden floors were nice, but stairs were just too much trouble. I tried to block out the annoying clicks, but the sound of Gar's voice was becoming just as irritating.

He gave a quick run through of the bathroom, his bedroom, and his parents room, but stopped in front of the game room, opening the door slowly, and peeking in. Through the small crack I could see the back of two heads sitting in a love seat in front of a large plasma screen. Gar tiptoed in slowly, beckoning to me with a hand gesture.

The people Gar introduced as his mom and Dad didn't look at all like the blondes in the picture I'd seen. For starters, neither of them were blonde.

"Rachel, parents, parents Rachel."

"Hi Rachel, are you Gar's new girlfriend?" The woman, who Gar had identified as his mother, asked.

I didn't respond because I felt her question was ridiculous. Gar rejected her statement instead.

"No mom, she's just a chick from class."

I shot Gar a dirty look and he started laughing.

"What? That IS what you are."

Asshole.

"Mom I'm still dating Terra."

"Damn," Commented Gar's Dad. "This one's way better looking Gar, you should think about-"

"No."

"It was just a thought..." His Dad threw up his arms, turning his attention back to the screen, and putting his arm back around his wife's shoulder.

"Mind if we hangout here for a while Rache, can I call you that?"

"No."

"K Rache," he laughed, giving me a thumbs up before plopping down in a purple bean bag by his parents.

Should I sit, or should I stand was my next thought. No one seemed to address my question so I sat on the floor beside Gar. Suddenly alert, Gar hopped out of his seat and offered it to me,

"My bad dude," he said, pulling out another green bean bag out of a nearby closet.

"I'm not a dude."

"Well you said you're not a chick, which is it?" he chuckled.

I didn't find him amusing. He tossed me the green bean bag and I sat beside him, clicking my heels together, thinking there's no place like home. I was wondering what exactly I was suppose to take away from all of this anyway. I learned that he was annoying, had a fancy house, and two sets of parents. Everything else about him seemed pretty average, except for the green hair, and mowhawk.

Wait, why does he even go to group? I asked myself. He was the only one who got out of giving a reason.

My train of thoughts were interrupted by his parents who offered to entertain us with a few games after their movie, to which, I had attempted to decline, but Gar nudged me.

"Come on," he said, "It'll be fun."

If it have been any other situation, I'd have told him to go fuck himself, but I refrained for the sake of his parents.

"Fine." I agreed.

"Hey, mom, dad, we'll be back, I want to give Rache a tour of our backyard real fast." He lead me out of the room and back down the stairs.

This was perfectly fine with me; the less social I had to be the better.

We walked out to the backyard patio, which was also rather spacious. They had one of those designer pools that I often saw in magazines or in hardware store catalogs. I remember I had always wanted a pool like that when I was a kid, but my foster Dad complained about the price.

We sat in the poolside lawn chairs under an umbrella in silence. It was so quiet, a nice change of pace. I suppose neither one of us could think of much to say since our communication was the result of a forced assignment rather than choice. After several minutes of aimless staring, I finally spoke up.

"Why do you attend group anyway?"

He avoided my eyes, fidgeting with his fingers, just like he did at group.

"I have my reasons..." he said.

"So did you sign up for this or did your parents make you."

"I'm twenty years old, my parents don't make me do anything. I need group. I have issues I need to work out."

"You have issues?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." I said, looking away.

"Okay." He replied. Then he turned and asked me the same question so I fed him the same speech I gave John the first day of group.

"So you don't have any real problems then?"

"No."

"Bullshit." He chuckled. "Everyone has problems."

"My problems are none of your business." I said.

"So you have problems now I see." He smirked.

Wow, he is really annoying.

It was silent for a few more minutes. I looked at the stars, the sky, anything but the guy sitting in front of me. He then asked if I was ready to go back in. I shrugged and we both headed back to the game room, where his parents had already broken out Megamonkeys themed Life and regular Monopoly. Board games, seriously? I never liked them, even as a child. My Dad always tried to talk me into card games, but I told him he'd have to motivate me with cash.

Gar laid across his bean bag chair, sitting next to his mom, while I was stuck sitting next to his dad. His Dad offered me first choice of game pieces. When I chose the car I noticed Gar's slight pout, which was mildly amusing.

His parents kept trying to make small talk with me, but I really wasn't interested. They stopped with the questions fifteen minutes into the game, apparently taking the hint.

"Well," Gar's mom smiled. "Anyone craving chocolate?"

Gar raised an eyebrow in my direction and I nodded in agreement. I was honestly in no position to refuse, board games were a definite no, but chocolate was different.

Once Gar's mom got up, I checked the clock on my phone, Gar caught me, shooting a look of irritation my way.

His mom came back and we both plastered on fake smiles.

"Uh, ya know what, I think I gotta head back to the dorm. Plus, I gotta drop Rache off."

"Oh," both his parents exclaimed, surprised.

Gar rushed me out of the game room, but his mom caught up to us, giving me two packs of S'more kits to take home.

Nice lady I thought. I like her.

I was expecting Gar to say something when we got in the car, tell me I was rude, complain, anything. He didn't. He just smiled and opened the passenger door to his car. All the way to my house we drove in silence.

Tree

Tree

House

Stop sign

Another Tree

I counted all the random objects I saw in my head.

"Do I make a left or right here?"

"Right."

He turned and I pulled closer toward my house. I could see my Dad peering through the window like a little rat as we pulled in.