Broken Pieces
Here is a new story I am writing. It depends on how many people like it if I keep going, or rather if I keep posting. If not many people like it then I will not continue to post "chapters" of this story. Please comment and let me know if you do or not. It will affect whether I continue or not.
Four years ago, I began my journey into the life I have today. There were times of trial, and there were times of joyous happiness. I began my journey on the roads of Kansas. I was running away from my previous life of sorrow and mournful hatred. I was disowned when I left my home of sixteen years. My guardians- I will not call them parents - were of very strict catholic religion.
My first love, or so I thought, whispered sweet, beautiful lies into my ear on that fateful night. The stars were shining brightly upon us in the bed of his 1994 Cheverolet. He placed a soft kiss against my lips. He would tell me they were the lips of angels, and he would never find anyone who glowed quite like me. My guardians did not approve of our "love." I have decided to not mention his name, because I do not want to bring shame upon him even if he did release me to the wolves.
He gently brushed his fingers against me lips as he looked into my eyes. His hair was a soft golden brown, while his eyes shined with an emerald green. He had a squared jaw and an angular nose that made him look like the perfect specimen of man. I was so deeply in love with him that I thought that night could not get any better. However, his hands began to roam down my jaw then onto my neck. My breathing began to become ragid as he continued to move down the length of my body.
He whispered, "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life. I want to marry you one day. You are my life, my everything. I can't go a day without talking to your or being with you. I love you more than life itself, and I would take a bullet for you any day. Will you let me show you how much I love you?"
At the time, I could not believe he was saying these words to me. My breathing was becoming even faster than it was before, and all I could say was, "Yes, I love you so much."
He slowly and meticulously began to unbutton the buttons of my blouse. As he reached the very last button on my blouse, he gave me one of the deepest kisses I had ever thought possible. He slowly moved my blouse over my shoulders, and my top was completely off.
He continued that slow strip of all my clothes until I was completely vulnerable to the night air. He admired my body for somewhere around five minutes. He then began to take his clothes of as well. That night as I knew it would mark the beginning of hell itself into the sweet bliss of happiness. Only I could change my life. I am glad that it happened.
***
My eyes were closed and I breathed in the stale air around me while I tried to drown out the sermon. All I could think about last night and how I felt when he touched me the way he did. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, and of course everyone was gathered at the church for the weekly union. I could feel a slight breeze on my legs from the length of my skirt. It stopped about two inches below my knees. Anything shorter was considered "whore-ish"
I felt my mother stand up because it was the last song of the day. I stood up with her, but I was still not paying attention to everyone around me. I was swimming in the memories of last night and some reason I just couldn't stay away from thinking about how his body felt against mine.
My mother sang the last hymn and the last prayer was said. Everyone rose from their seats and began to talk amongst themselves. My goal was to get from the front doors of the church to the car in a hurry. I never liked talking to anyone, especially when I felt like everyone knew what I did last night. It was like I knew they could feel it coming off me.
One thing I could not slip by was the pastor. He was tall with dark brown hair and eyes as deep as the abyss. One look and you knew that he could bring anyone to their knees. As he would say the final prayer, he would slip to the front of the church to the doors. He would always speak to everyone as they were leaving. I was usually able to slip by, but not today.
"Gracie," he said, " how are you doing this lovely god-given morning?"
"Oh, I'm just fine Pastor Allen, thank you." I said very softly.
"How have you been lately? I haven't gotten to speak with you in some time now."
I looked into his eyes, and I felt them burn into my soul. It was like he could read my most private thoughts. I answered very quickly with a, "Yes sir, I'm sorry about that. I've just been real busy lately."
He looked at me with that coy smile of his that he gets when he knows that he has not been told the whole truth. "Are you sure you haven't been too busy? Seems like you and my boy have been gettin' along pretty nicely."
Oh, did I forget to mention it? Yes, the boy I could not cease to think about was the Pastor's son. Did Pastor Allen know? Was he told of the on goings of last night? I hoped he hadn't because I would have been exiled from the church. "Yes sir, He is a very nice young man, and I am taking a great liking to him."
"That is wonderful!" He said very excitedly. "He talks about you all the time. I believe you two are a very good match for each other. Two teenagers grown to be god-fearin' adults! What more could you want from your offspring?"
"I'm not too sure sir, but I really need to get goin' so if you could excuse me, I would greatly appreciate it." I said quietly as to let him know that I was itching to get away.
"Yes, of course Gracie, I need to get talkin' with everyone else. Can't spend my whole time on one teenager, now can I?" He said quickly. Before he turned away, he gave me a very quick wink. It made a shiver cascade down my back that made me feel like I was just violated in the most private of ways. Like he just pulled something straight out of my memory.
I made haste and quickly walked towards the car. I was almost jumping from foot to foot trying to hurry my mother up. She would stay here an hour if I let her to talk to everyone. I couldn't have that today. I had to get home. The more people looked at me the more I felt like they knew. I had to go home and scrub my body. Only then would I feel like he was off me. His scent still lingers.
I couldn't let anyone get close to me. For if they got close to me, they would know the truth. And the truth would hurt more than just me. It would hurt everyone I knew.
My first love, or so I thought, whispered sweet, beautiful lies into my ear on that fateful night. The stars were shining brightly upon us in the bed of his 1994 Cheverolet. He placed a soft kiss against my lips. He would tell me they were the lips of angels, and he would never find anyone who glowed quite like me. My guardians did not approve of our "love." I have decided to not mention his name, because I do not want to bring shame upon him even if he did release me to the wolves.
He gently brushed his fingers against me lips as he looked into my eyes. His hair was a soft golden brown, while his eyes shined with an emerald green. He had a squared jaw and an angular nose that made him look like the perfect specimen of man. I was so deeply in love with him that I thought that night could not get any better. However, his hands began to roam down my jaw then onto my neck. My breathing began to become ragid as he continued to move down the length of my body.
He whispered, "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life. I want to marry you one day. You are my life, my everything. I can't go a day without talking to your or being with you. I love you more than life itself, and I would take a bullet for you any day. Will you let me show you how much I love you?"
At the time, I could not believe he was saying these words to me. My breathing was becoming even faster than it was before, and all I could say was, "Yes, I love you so much."
He slowly and meticulously began to unbutton the buttons of my blouse. As he reached the very last button on my blouse, he gave me one of the deepest kisses I had ever thought possible. He slowly moved my blouse over my shoulders, and my top was completely off.
He continued that slow strip of all my clothes until I was completely vulnerable to the night air. He admired my body for somewhere around five minutes. He then began to take his clothes of as well. That night as I knew it would mark the beginning of hell itself into the sweet bliss of happiness. Only I could change my life. I am glad that it happened.
***
My eyes were closed and I breathed in the stale air around me while I tried to drown out the sermon. All I could think about last night and how I felt when he touched me the way he did. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, and of course everyone was gathered at the church for the weekly union. I could feel a slight breeze on my legs from the length of my skirt. It stopped about two inches below my knees. Anything shorter was considered "whore-ish"
I felt my mother stand up because it was the last song of the day. I stood up with her, but I was still not paying attention to everyone around me. I was swimming in the memories of last night and some reason I just couldn't stay away from thinking about how his body felt against mine.
My mother sang the last hymn and the last prayer was said. Everyone rose from their seats and began to talk amongst themselves. My goal was to get from the front doors of the church to the car in a hurry. I never liked talking to anyone, especially when I felt like everyone knew what I did last night. It was like I knew they could feel it coming off me.
One thing I could not slip by was the pastor. He was tall with dark brown hair and eyes as deep as the abyss. One look and you knew that he could bring anyone to their knees. As he would say the final prayer, he would slip to the front of the church to the doors. He would always speak to everyone as they were leaving. I was usually able to slip by, but not today.
"Gracie," he said, " how are you doing this lovely god-given morning?"
"Oh, I'm just fine Pastor Allen, thank you." I said very softly.
"How have you been lately? I haven't gotten to speak with you in some time now."
I looked into his eyes, and I felt them burn into my soul. It was like he could read my most private thoughts. I answered very quickly with a, "Yes sir, I'm sorry about that. I've just been real busy lately."
He looked at me with that coy smile of his that he gets when he knows that he has not been told the whole truth. "Are you sure you haven't been too busy? Seems like you and my boy have been gettin' along pretty nicely."
Oh, did I forget to mention it? Yes, the boy I could not cease to think about was the Pastor's son. Did Pastor Allen know? Was he told of the on goings of last night? I hoped he hadn't because I would have been exiled from the church. "Yes sir, He is a very nice young man, and I am taking a great liking to him."
"That is wonderful!" He said very excitedly. "He talks about you all the time. I believe you two are a very good match for each other. Two teenagers grown to be god-fearin' adults! What more could you want from your offspring?"
"I'm not too sure sir, but I really need to get goin' so if you could excuse me, I would greatly appreciate it." I said quietly as to let him know that I was itching to get away.
"Yes, of course Gracie, I need to get talkin' with everyone else. Can't spend my whole time on one teenager, now can I?" He said quickly. Before he turned away, he gave me a very quick wink. It made a shiver cascade down my back that made me feel like I was just violated in the most private of ways. Like he just pulled something straight out of my memory.
I made haste and quickly walked towards the car. I was almost jumping from foot to foot trying to hurry my mother up. She would stay here an hour if I let her to talk to everyone. I couldn't have that today. I had to get home. The more people looked at me the more I felt like they knew. I had to go home and scrub my body. Only then would I feel like he was off me. His scent still lingers.
I couldn't let anyone get close to me. For if they got close to me, they would know the truth. And the truth would hurt more than just me. It would hurt everyone I knew.
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