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The Story
Prologue...
When 13-year old Alena moves into her new luxurious home in Beverly Hills to live with her new step-family, things can only go wrong. Her mom just married, Peter, a nice and cooler-than-a-dad-should-be kinda guy. He already has six kids! Like her three-kid family wasn’t already big enough. What’s the problem? Besides the fact that every single kid is baked to perfection? Jeremy. The oldest kid of the bunch-and her new 19-year old step-brother. Did I mention that Alena had an unmentionable encounter with him at the wedding two months ago? Must have slipped my mind. When both decided to act like it never happened-it only got worse. Both can’t deny what or who they really want.
When love, sex ,money, betrayal, jealousy, dugs, lies, and murder is involved-tell me you can resist.
That’s already 8 crimes. The ninth?
You’ll just have to wait about that one.
Chapter One.
This house was bigger than the White House. As I explored the house I swore the house grew as I walked. Peter and my mother were holding hands and we talking to my siblings. I was kinda listening. Right when Peter was done talking-Haylie and Mark ran up the stairs like 10 year olds. Of course they were fighting for the best room.
Little did they know I already had the best room.
Erik, my new step brother who was my age walked over to me.
“Hey,” He said.
“Hi! Okay-show me the room.” I demeaned.
Erik and I were best friends ever since we met at the wedding. He was so nice, and we had a lot in common. We talked on the phone a lot, and when he said he had the perfect room for me in the house, we made a plan.
The house had a white tiled floor, it would feel nice when it was hot out against my bare feet. He leaded up one of the two stairs ways that curled up against the walls. At the top of the stairs he turned to left to the and walked down the long hall. He stopped at the end. In the hall there was one random chair sitting against the wall and a table next to it. There was a lamp on the dark brown table, and a black telephone that looked more like a clicker(remote).
“Why are you staring at the telephone?” Erik asked with a smile on his face. He was very cute. But I just didn’t have any feelings for him.
Yet.
“Oh, no reason.” I responded while walking toward him. His hand was on a doorknob to a my new room. “Well come on let me see it!”
He opened the white door and walked inside. On the front of the door a piece of paper hung before it.
‘ERIKS COLLECTION OF RATS AND SNAKES. DO NOT DISTURB!’ The piece of paper yelled. I laughed. There was no way my sister Haylie or my gay brother Mark would even think of reading past the word “rats”. They would run away in fear of getting some stupid disease.
I pushed the door farther. And when I got a look at the room-my heart stopped.
The room didn’t have much in it-but it had enough to get me to have a heart attack. I could feel my expression.
“You don’t like it?” Erik asked with sadness in his voice.
“Oh my god, it amazing.” I said in a quite voice. Erik smiled.
The huge room was tan. The walls were a gorgeous tan. I took off my flips flops and set them aside. The rug was so soft and felt so good against my aching feet. The bed was a kings size, and of course it was tan. Above it hung a roof, like a canopy. At the end of the bed was a cushioned bench. I flopped on the bed. On both edges were bedside tables with a lamp. Not to far was a small gas fire place. I didn’t see the reason for it since the coldest it probably got in Beverley Hills was 70 degrees.
To the left of the fire place was two slim and tall glass doors. I ran to them and opened both of them.
A balcony.
I gasped at the view. All it was, was miles of nature. Amazing nature. And it overlooked the pool. I quickly went back into the room.
“I love it!” I said dancing around the empty space.
“Good.” Erik laughed, “My dad said the movers are coming tomorrow for the rest of your stuff,”
“Sweet,” I said. “Erik, thank you sooo much. I even have my own bathroom! It’s more than I could ask for!”
“Good. Okay well the next room to yours is Jeremy’s. Everyone else’s is on the third floor.” He said very calmly.
“Oh,” I hesitated. Great-Jeremy. “Cool!” I continued, trying to sound excited.
“Well I’ll be downstairs if you need me!” Erik yelled heading out the door.
“’Kay!” I yelled back.
This was going to be interesting.
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After one half an hour I was done with filling my closet with the small amount of clothes from the suitcase I had. The closet wasn’t even near filled half way. But hopefully when the rest of my luggage got here tomorrow, the closet will be almost full.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” I yelled from where I was. After I heard the door shut and lock I knew who it was. I walked out of the closet and there he was sitting on the bench.
“Hey,” Jeremy said with a smile.
“Hi,” I replied still standing and not moving one bit.
“You look great!” He commented. He was wearing a white T-Shirt that said DC and it and casual blue jeans. It was hard to admit it to myself-but he looked amazing.
“Thanks,” It was awkward for me. Not for him though he was all smilie. Only I would make it awkward.
“You like you room?” He asked now standing.
“Yep,” I said looking around.
He sighed. “Listen, Alena. I want to be with you. And I know you want to be with me too. You just won’t accept it because your afraid of what others might say or think. Why can’t we just be together?” He asked struggling.
“Oh I don’t know!” I said sarcastically. “Maybe because…Oh yeah! Are parents are married, and your nineteen-and I’m thirteen! That might be a big whopper right there!” I was yelling at him. It wasn’t his fault though. But he just didn’t get it. I don’t think he would like being a pedophile all to much.
“Yeah, but who cares? I like you so much,” Jeremy pleaded.
I tried to keep my cool.
“I like you too. But we have to forget about it. You are my new brother. And that’s the only thing we’re going to have between us. When I go on dates with guys, you have to hate them and be mean to them and be way overprotective. And I have to yell at you and try to beat you up because you played some prank on me. That’s what’s going to happen and that’s what it will be between us. Brother and sister.” I said harshly.
He looked so sad. I tried to look tough-but it wasn’t working to well.
“So if you will excuse me I’m really hungry. I’ll be downstairs,” And with that I left. Leaving him and my self speechless.
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Chapter Two.
For the first dinner the parents decided to have dinner in our new home. The table had to be very big to fit ten people. Four people on each of the rectangular sides, and one seat on each end. The house was filled with smells of flavored chicken. Everyone was talking away.
A small red-haired maid walked into the room silently while everyone talked to the person across from them, or next to them.
I was set in the most awkward place. Jeremy sat across from me. We we’re set at the end right next to Peter. To my left was thankfully Erik.
Everyone ignored the quiet maid. Not being rude, its just everyone was caught up in conversations. The maid served the chicken to everyone. I was the last person to be severed. When she set the white plate back in front of me I said,
“Thank you,” With a smile.
She smiled back. She was smiling to the fact that somebody knew she was even in the same house.
“You’re very welcome,” And left the room-still unnoticed.
I just dived into the warm lemon-pepper chicken. My favorite. It wasn’t dry, it was perfect. I felt like a real American when I finished the yellow food in less than five minutes.
Starting on my mashed potatoes, I unconsciously looked up and across the table. I had realized Jeremy was staring at me the whole time during dinner.
Jeremy was sitting up straight with his arms crossed loosely.
His short dark honey hair came up to his eye brows and his hair matched well with his oval face. His expression was calm. Jeremy’s eyes were a milk chocolate brown and which matched with his tan skin. His dark blue AE t-shirt showed off his toned arms and neck. I started at him shortly taking all this in. He stared right into my blue eyes, and never broke his gaze.
I was the first to break the staring contest. I continued eating not once looking back at him. To afraid.
Erik then started talking to me about how every Friday night him and a few friends from school go over to Jason Hinther’s and watch a movie. He wanted to know if I wanted to go after dinner. I said I would love to, as long as I was away from Jeremy.
Erik looked like Jeremy-but yet so different. He had the same honey hair, except it was longer (just a little shorter than his shoulders), and it was shaggy. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair very badly. His hair was amazing. His square face was very square-more than it should be-but still good looking, and Erik had the same tanned skin as Jeremy. But the one thing Erik had that Jeremy didn’t which mattered to me the most was that I could be myself, say anything, and do anything around Erik.
He was my best friend.
The whole dinner everyone was trying to figure out where to go on our first vacation. I wasn’t paying much attention cause I didn’t care where we went. If I didn’t like it-I simply wouldn’t go. But I decided to listen to avoid his burning stare.
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Erik said to be ready to go by eight thirty. To me it felt more like eleven thirty because of the jet lag I was experiencing. I had twenty minutes so I just decided to wait in my room.
I changed into my a plain white t-shirt, with a worn-out jean skirt. I put my Irish bracelets on my left wrist. I quickly ran my hair brush through my naturally straight hair. My hair was a little longer than my shoulders, and it was dark brown. My hair was so straight. I never straightened it, blow dried it, or did anything else to it. I never really had to.
As I looked into my body-lengthen mirror-I saw I wasn’t sure if I was tall or short. I was about five-five or so. I had a round face. Unlike the rest of my family, and step-family-I was pale. And I liked it like that.
I decided to kill time and go on the computer and check my Sugarloot When I logged in, the bright red front to the upper right said, “You have New Comments on your profile.”. I clicked on it thinking it was just somebody who wanted a simple ten.
Turned out it was somebody who wanted me to read a book called, “9 Crimes”. I looked at the profile and read the prologue.
“BORING!” I yelled shutting down the computer.
What a unrealistic book.
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“Hey guys, this is my step-sister Alena!” Erik said very casually introducing me and his friends. “Alena this is, Tommy, Rik, Ed, and Jason.” He finished.
Tommy, Rik, and Ed looked around me and Erik’s age. When Jason was probably sixteen or seventeen. Everyone besides Jason gave me and nod and a “guy wave”.
“Hey Alena, why don’t you sit next to me?” Jason suggested. I looked to my side expecting to see Erik there with me, but he was over by Ed showing off his new iPhone.
Nervously I walked to the red chair which sat beside his.
“Hi,” I said confident enough. I focused on the huge grey screen.
“So how old are you?” He asked me-his face very close to mine. I could smell his minty gum breath.
“Um…thirteen. You?” I asked trying to take the pressure off me for a minute.
“Seventeen!” He replied looking at the grey screen.
Fresh air!
He continued, “You know? You look older than thirteen. That’s a compliment to.”
“Uh-so what movie are we watching?” I rushed trying not to think about what he just said. Jason was kind of a creep.
“Twilight, it’s suppose to be really good or something.” Jason said with an annoyed face.
“What? How is that possible? Twilight isn’t even in theaters yet!”
“My older brothers wife worked on the movie.” He said calmly. I wanted to scream. I would be one of the very first people to see Twilight!
Man was I lucky.
I was curious. We were in a small movie theater in Jason’s house. The whole room was red and had red leather seats. When you first came in the door you were greeted by a bar looking toward the screen. And on the black counter stood a popcorn machine, candy bars, soda filler, and anything else you can see at the concession stand.
I looked back at Jason with a smile. His dark black hair was spikey, his eyes were a rare red. Jason was very toned and looked way to muscular.
Halfway through the movie I felt something brush up against my left hand. I moved it thinking it was just a strand of my hair or something. But them his warm hand hugged mine. I though it was weird because we just met and all. But I liked the feeling of his hand. I instantly thought of Jeremy. I felt guilty-like I was cheating on him.
©Copy Right 2008I had another thought-screw Jeremy! I need to enjoy myself! He acts like I‘m his toy. Well I’m about to be lost and never come back.
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Chapter Three.
My mom use to be a lawyer. We had a good amount of money-not as much as Peter does, but a very good amount that we could afford a lot of things. Before my mom met Peter, my mom was married to my father, George. He owned a restaurant over on Martha’s Vineyard. We all use to live on Cape Cod in Massachusetts. I had a great life. But then my mom and dad divorced when I was six and he moved to Vermont. We still see him though-he wasn’t that kind of person to show up only once a year. So I see him a lot.
My father is Catholic and my mother is Jewish. So for Christmas we would go to Vermont to see my dad, and for Hanukkah we would stay home with my mom. I soon was use to having him not here with me all the time. And I had always hated my school. I was just sick of the people in it, so if I ever wanted to I could go to school in Vermont and live with my dad-I could.
But now I wouldn’t have to do that.
Unlike my mom, my dad isn’t married yet. He has a girlfriend and they have been together for almost a year now. I don’t like her a lot-but I pretend I do because I see how happy my dad is.
I was broken out of my thoughts by my cell phone beeping. I picked up the black phone next to me. A new text message from my friend. She asked how I was and told her I was doing good and missing her.
I decided I wanted to do something outside. I could go out to the pool-but that meant being within a hundred feet of Jeremy. I didn’t want to face him at the moment.
I came up with the idea I should go into town and look around. It was around lunch time and I though I would just hang out with myself.
I slipped on a jean ripped up skirt-my grandmother from France once saw me in it, and offered to sew it for me. I tried to tell her I liked it that way and that was the style-but she didn’t listen to me.
I grabbed a white undershirt and put a white tank top over it. I was so pale that when I was wearing white jeans or shorts-it looked like I had no pants on. But I didn’t really care.
The last thing I grabbed was my purse which had almost $150 dollars stuffed inside it. But when in 90210-that could possibly buy me a head band if I’m lucky.
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Just as I was about to run out the door Peter stopped me.
“Oh Alena-hi!” He said cheerfully. He had a dark blue robe on him and his face and hair was wet. He had obviously just come from the pool. “You’re not swimming with us?”
“Oh, no.” I said causally. “I was going out into town. You know-doing some shopping grabbing lunch,” I bobbed my head from side to side.
“Oh, cool. Hold on will ya?” I nodded. Peter came back from the kitchen a few minutes later with his wallet and was holding a few different credit cards. He offered me the sky blue American Express.
“No,no,no,no,no, and NO!” I said with a smile. “I have money,” I said reaching for the golden door knob.
“Oh yeah? How much do you have?” He asked with a cocky smile. I knew when I told him something was going to go wrong.
“Um…two hundred,” I lied. Hopefully that would get me off the hook.
“Alena, “ Peter said shaking his head and smiling. “You will get nothing out of that. This is Beverly Hills. Everything is expensive!”
I knew he was right-but I would feel bad taking he credit card.
“Please take it. You have already given up a lot for me and your mother. Spoil yourself.” He held out the card. I knew he was right again. So I took it.
“Thank you so much,” I said. He waved he hand telling me it was no big deal.
“I’ll be home soon!” I said over my shoulder.
“Get Tom to drive you!” Peter said. Tom was the family driver. Mostly for the kids who couldn’t drive yet.
I liked Peter a lot more now.
I told myself just to go window shopping and spend my money on lunch and let Peter think I bought something with his money.
But then I thought-Peter makes millions for every movie he makes. So-why not spoil myself a little?
It couldn’t hurt.
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I barely made a step back into the house at nine before someone stopped me.
“You went shopping?” My brother Mark asked.
“Uh-yeah. I wanted to see what kinds of stores they have here.” I responded. I knew Mark was going to be pissed I went shopping without him. He was such a girl.
“Why didn’t you invite me?” He asked with his hands in the air. Mark came out when he was fifteen. He was now seventeen. Mark was a twin of Haylie and were they were best friends. No one really cared in our family about him being gay. When he finally told us we already suspected.
“Well you didn’t ask. And you were at the beach,” I said. His face turned into disgust.
“Whatever,” And Mark trailer off into the kitchen. I just rolled my eyes. He will be up at nine tomorrow getting ready to go shopping anyways.
Jogging up the white stairs I slipped off my hard flips flops and stuck them in a bag. The carpet felt like warm snow against my feet. I suddenly started to miss the east coast and I reminded myself I wouldn’t see any snow here.
It kind of scares me that people here have never even seen snow in person. It kind of creeps me out. Snow was such a normal thing back home. Every winter it would come-and I would hate it after Christmas.
I just got up to the top. It was dark in the hallway, and the telephone and chair were still in it’s place. I didn’t hear anyone at all. I guess my family wasn’t the only family who got tired at nine at night. Nine in our family was like Paris Hilton’s three.
Struggling to turn the door knob with all the heavy bags-they made indents on my wrists. The metal circle finally let me in. My gorgeous room was now dark. I thought I had went blind. The white and soft light switch did it’s magic and I could see perfectly.
My stomach dropped. And I stopped breathing.
What did he want now?
For a long while neither of us sad anything. Jeremy had on his green plaid pajama pants and you could see a little bit of his dark blue boxers, and he had no shirt on. He was sitting on the bench at the end of my bed and had his elbows on his knees and his head down. I could see the his back and arm muscles from him bending. He was perfectly toned and it was hard to resist not to just touch them.
Finally he spoke-because he and God knew I couldn’t.
“What were you doing at Jason’s last night?” He asked finally looking at me.
“What?”
“Why?” He asked again not accepting my question.
“I was with Erik, he wanted me to go!” I snapped. What a stupid question. He didn’t own me.
“Yeah but-why?” Jeremy asked getting up and walking towards me. An I could now feeling his warm breath against my neck.
I had no clue what to say. What did he mean “Why?”?
“I don’t kn-know. What the hell do you even mean?” I asked with a pleading look on my face.
Jeremy through the his hands in the air. He turned around, put his hands in his face, and groaned.
He turned back to me quickly. And he sat me down on my bench beside him.
“Alena, Jason is-” He looked down at the floor and hesitated. “He’s a bad person. I don’t want you to hang around with him anymore.”
“But Erik was there with me!”
“It’s not Erik I’m worried about. Look just don’t hang out with him. Girls who hang out with him-bad things happen to them. Bad things will happen to you. Please just stop!” Jeremy asked. He looked so scared.
But please-anyone could pull that off.
“No! I can hang out with whoever I want! I’m not your puppy okay! You can’t tell me what to do!” I yelled in his face. He looked terrified.
“ALENA DON’T HANG OUT WITH HIM! HE’S A BAD GUY!” He snapped back at me. I just stood up and looked down at him, and before I knew it I was looking up at him.
“Stop yelling! Just get out of here I don’t want to talk to you right now!” I turned and I clenched the side of my make-up desk. He finally stopped talking and I heard his footsteps trail off and then stop. I didn’t turn around, to see his gorgeous and hurt face. Because him starting at my back hurt all to much.
“Alena,” He said softly at my doorway. “Why won’t you just let me in?” He paused. My hands softened their grip.
“Why can we just be together? And I want a real answer,” His footsteps faded away.
I thought about what he asked of me. And I also had no clue why we weren’t together.
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Authors Note: The next chapter will be a flashback to the wedding. Just a note! Feedback is nice!:]
Chapter Four.
[FLASHBACK!]
Here I was sitting with Erik at an empty table. The rest of the family was able to find people who weren’t relatives to dance with.
Even my new step siblings Anabella and Hilary, the twins, found people to dance and flirt with...and their only six!
I looked around the room, and I even saw my gay brother, Mark, flirting with some guy.
"Wow," I said to Erik. Who was lying across three chairs. He felt awfully sick and I was comforting him. He looked up at me.
"Am I that ugly? Is there something wrong with me? Explain to me how my younger sisters who are less than half my age can get a guy before I can. And even my brother found a guy. You would think it would be hard to find an other gay guy here. But no. It's harder to find a straight guy who would be interested in me," I huffed. I had never had a boyfriend nor a kiss from someone other than my grandmother.
What was wrong with me?
Erik struggled to say something and finally it came out clear. "It's impossible for you to look ugly ever. When you move to my school, boys will be lining up to just look at you, okay? So stop being so doubtful." He said shutting his eyes again. I just rolled my eyes. He was just being nice. I knew what he said wasn’t true.
But whatever.
The wedding was gorgeous. It was set in a room with an upstairs where people retired to drinks and to go outside to chat with other people. Dancing was in the middle of the floor and "She's got the Rhythm" by THE SUMMER SET was playing. I requested the song and thankfully they had it. My mom and Peter was surprisingly dancing to it. Yeah I have good taste in music.
My mother was wearing a long white old fashioned dress with a twist of modern in it. It looked a lot like the dress Hilary Duff wore in "A Cinderella Story".
I remember I had wished for the dress for Christmas from Santa when I was younger. I wanted it so badly, I never got it. It disappointed me.
Erik groaned and sat up. "Hey lay back down," I said to him with my hand on his back.
"I need to go to the bathroom and puke my eye balls out," He ran away as fast as he could towards the bathroom. Now I really looked like a loser.
Just sitting there.
Alone.
A strange feeling came over me. Someone was watching me. I frantically looked around the room fast. Not one pair of eyes even shifted my way even for a second. Until I saw him.
His eyes were gentle and an amazing shade of green. He was leaning against a wall just staring. His curly dirty blond hair, perfect as always, his tuxedo looked hot on him, and with his black tie loose.
I looked back at him. and then looked down at my flats and back up to him. He bounced off the wall and motioned his head right to nearest the door leading to the front of the house. I hesitated and watched him walk out the door to the house we were renting for the week.
After a few minutes I lifted myself from the chair and followed his cologne scent to the beautiful house across the lawn.
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My flats hit the brick driveway as I walked towards the wooden door. My heart was pounding so hard, I could feel it when I put my hand over my chest. I felt like I was gunna throw up.
I walked up the steps and touched the golden door knob. I twisted it and it opened up.
No lights were on, but it was only sunset so I could still see my way.
I looked around the house, taking in its beauty as I always did when I walked into it. It was a gorgeous New York rental. Peter always had the best taste in houses.
"Hey," Jeremy said softly. It made me jump though. He laughed.
"Hi," I said with a smile trying to hide my nervousness. But then I though, why am I so nervous?
"Come one," He whispered. I walked up the stairs to him. When I got to the top he took my hand and lead me to his room.
He didn't look back at me once. Millions of thoughts ran through my head.
Jeremy shut his door after him. I look around the room. Not facing him. I just couldn’t bring myself to do so.
He came to me with two wine glasses in his hand and set them down. He opened a bottle.
Oh god.
He glanced at me quickly and saw my face. He smiled.
"Calm down, it's just cider. See?" He faced the label to me.
Oh I knew that.
His smile was amazing. He handed me a glass.
"Thank you," I said.
He raised his glass. I did the same. I felt silly.
"To," He started. "New things."
I smiled and he did also. Our glasses clinked and we took a sip. I put my glass down and he the same.
And there we were. Just standing there. Looking at each other. In his very white room.
He stared at me for a while not even looking away once. I can't do that. I had to look away a lot.
"Why do you do that?" Jeremy asked sweetly.
"Do what?" I answered with an other question. I was confused. He smiled.
Their it was. Right when he smiled I could feel that ping in my stomach and chest. The thing that I always get when he looks at me.
And then it happened. It was so fast I didn’t realize it.
I just felt his soft lips mine. He warm hands grabbed both sides of my neck and part of my face. I didn’t kiss back. But I couldn't help it.
And I finally kissed him back.
For a few minutes we were just standing there making out. But he cut it off for a second. Leading me to his bed. He breath was hot and smelt like mint. He was breathing heavily.
I brought myself to the side of his bed and lay down on it. He was on top of me and still kissing me. One hand was on my waist, the other on my thigh.
I slipped off his black coat and unbuttoned his shirt. I rested my hands on his muscular back. His lips trailed down my chin, neck, and upper chest. I still had my gray lace satin trim tube dress from Wet Seal on. I kicked off my flats though.
I sat up, and turned my back to him, and pushed my hair to the side. My breathing was heavy and nervous as I felt the zipper come apart.
What was I doing?!?!
This is my step-brother! And he's nineteen!
I looked back at him. His face was calm but his breathing was intense. I grabbed the sides of my dress and slipped it off. He watched me the whole time. I had nothing else on beside a strapless black bra in which I was in love with, and matching boy shorts underwear.
He looked at my body. He just sat there. But then he brought his hand to touch my bare arm. Caressing it.
Jeremy’s forehead was soon on my shoulder. He didn’t look at me.
"Are you sure you want to do this? Because we don't have to," He asked sincerely.
I didn’t answer him verbally. Instead I just kissed him. He kissed back.
Jeremy undid his belt and slipped off his shoes and black pants.
His boxers were dark blue, and I loved them.
Jeremy slipped his hands behind my back and successfully unhooked my favorite bra.
I wonder...had he done this before?
I lost my breath.
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His tan arm was around me. His other hand was playing with my hair.
I couldn’t look at him right now.
I sat there thinking about what just happened.
Did I regret this? If I don’t will I?
What if something happens? What if my parents find out? Will he go to jail? What would our brothers and sisters think of this?
I couldn't stand the pain of not knowing.
I got up onto the floor and put on my bra and underpants. I tried to find my dress but I could see all that well in the dark. Jeremy sat up.
"What’s wrong?" He asked.
"I can't see where my dress is," I answered.
"I mean where are you going?" He asked.
"What time is it?" I looked at the clock. It was only eleven.
I found my grey dress.
"Alena, what’s wrong?" I slipped it on quickly, found my shoes and left his room closing the door behind me. He ran out to me putting on his boxers.
"Hey! Alena!" He yelled, following me. I shut my door behind me and locked it.
I rested against it for support.
"Alena! Tell me what’s wrong!" He yelled over the white heavy door. He knocked on it and tried force it open.
"SHUT UP! GO AWAY! I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN! I HATE YOU! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled my voice shaky and tears ran down my face.
It was silent. I could feel his sadness.
His footsteps faded away.
I couldn’t stop crying. I turned on my light and ran into my own personal bathroom. I flipped the switch and turned the shower onto super hot. I quickly took off all of my clothes. And I got flashbacks of what just happened.
I was crying so hard I could barely breath.
I jumped into the shower. I washed my hair with a ton of shampoo and conditioner.
I used a whole new bottle of lemon body wash, I needed to get him off me.
I tried to wash off his scent, his skin, his kisses, all of it.
But no matter what I couldn't take away it off me mentally and completely.
He will be there forever.
I sat one the floor of the shower. And sat there for two hours just crying and letting my hot water burn me.
The crying didn't stop. I got out, only because the hot water was out.
I changed into warm PJ's, and I snuggled into my bed.
I fell asleep crying and thinking,
What have I done?
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Questions…
Have questions about the novel? Just ask me and I promise I will answer. And if I don‘t you can come find me and then make me smell fish until I answer it!
Ex:Q:How did you come up with this plot?
Life With Derek,So I had to write a book about step-siblings falling in love! And it could happen. The age difference thing I got from the pretty little liars books, and the age difference between Aria and Ezra. The rest just came to me.
There! I LOVEEE questions! So please ask them! Ask me anything like-is this going to be a series? Would you ever publish this book if you had a chance? Others?
Oh and also I would love to hear your ideas! I am having writers block and I would love for you to say what you would like to read in the next chapters! I very well might just put it in the book!
Q&A
Q: Who are you?
A: Well, for now just call me Alena;). But I do have an other account on SL. Maybe toward the end of the book I might reveal my identity.
Q:Who are your favorite male and female characters?
And is Alena's personality based off yours?
A:
Favorite Male Character:Erik-I based him off a "friend" [if you say] and he was always very funny, so you'll be able to know someone who was actually in my life. I miss him though because school is out:[. I think everyone will get to love Erik once the book progresses
Tiffany- finished reading Last Christmas by Kate B"on and off hiatus" |
Anchorr Writers - NEW CHAPTERS UP"on Hiatus for a while..." |
RACHEL"oh so original" |
Sammie--Newprofile |
kimmy |
moved to new account |
k y "is 17..weird." |
The A-List Directory"tell me why you love Twilight" |
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Alyssa Jo Ann
"i dont want this anymore.."
Alyssa Jo Ann
"i dont want this anymore.."
ahh i see, haha okay well ill wait! i just hope you dont stop writing because this book is AMAZING so far...
Posted 01/31/10 - 03:41 pm
Alyssa Jo Ann
"i dont want this anymore.."
why dont you copy all of it and email it yourself?
haha its cool, i just reread it!xD
haha its cool, i just reread it!xD
Posted 01/30/10 - 09:33 pm
Alyssa Jo Ann
"i dont want this anymore.."
aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i am soooo excited! :D
Posted 11/16/09 - 10:52 pm
Aunt Charme loves Sugarloot
"Happy Sweet 16 Bebo!!!!!!"
I think it is cool what you are doing, breaking the book down,...you go girl~!
Posted 10/17/09 - 06:23 pm
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