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“What? I was doing work. It’s not comfortable wearing one all the time,” she explains from reading my questioning expression.
“I’m not complaining,” I say as I continue to reach under her top and touch her breasts.
Her breathing picks up.
“You need to touch me, Liam,” she says, and I know what she means, but I’m always so hesitant. My feelings for her have been so strong from the moment we met. She was the first person to really see me. To see how shitty my life is, how depressing. At school, my friends see me as the athletic, fun guy. I’m good at hockey, and I don’t lack attention from girls. None of them really know the real me. They can’t understand what my life is like, but Skylar knows everything—every shitty detail—and she still likes me. Even though I don’t know how to help my brother or get him out of his funks. She makes me feel good. Makes me feel like I’m not as broken as I think I am.
But all these feelings are a problem. I’m not staying in this town. I want to leave and become a hockey player. Where will that leave Sky? She’s been abandoned by her own mother. The Pattersons don’t love her. Don’t include her in their family life. She is a monthly check to them. Although I don’t know why they haven’t treated her like a daughter because loving Skylar is so easy.
“Liam?” she asks.
I’m frozen. I’ve gone inside my head again.
“Don’t, okay, I want you to touch me because I love everything about you. You’re sweet and kind,” she says, stroking my ego.
“Sky, what happens when I need to leave?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “That’s like two years away. We can’t worry about that now. Besides, I’m getting away from this place too. Maybe we’ll end up at the same college.”
“The chances of that are slim,” I reply, quirking my lip.
“I know, I’m not fooling myself. But we’ll deal with it when the time comes,” she convinces me with her beautiful eyes and pouty lips.
I relent. How can I not give her what she wants?
My hands slip into her panties. She starts to moan.
“Do you want to get me murdered?” I whisper.
She pins her mouth shut as she grows wetter and wetter and then she comes.
When she looks at me, I’m hard like a rock.
“I’m taking care of that,” she declares, looking at my penis.
I lie back on the bed and let her give me a handy. It feels so much better with her hand than mine.
“One day soon, you’re going to sleep with me,” she says like it’s a sealed deal.
I don’t reply. There’s no way I can take her V-card. I love her too much, and I don’t want her hurting when I leave, and I have to leave. I hate my house. I hate my life here.
“Skylar, it’s dinnertime,” Mary calls.
I look at the clock, and it’s nine. “They haven’t fed you yet?”
“Would you relax? I get more food here than I did living with my mom,” she states, and it makes my stomach twist thinking about how much worse her life was before she came here.
“I’m bringing food with me next time,” I say.
“You’re not,” she demands. “Sometimes I eat at work. I just don’t like to do that often. I’m saving my money for when I’m outta here.”
She has the highest grades in our class. She’s on all kinds of teams and competitions. I’m betting she’ll be our valedictorian.
“I better go,” I say, and I adjust my boxers and pants. I slide out the window the way I came in.
Getting back into my room is harder than leaving. At times I have to climb my way up the water pipe, but today it looks a little too icy. I text my friend Jasper and then head over to his house to play video games for a couple of hours. We eat snacks and crack stupid jokes. Then he tells me he wants to ask Skylar out. He isn’t my first friend to want her, and he probably won’t be the last. Skylar is the whole package. I remind him she isn’t allowed to date. That doesn’t deter everyone, though. Some guys still try. When I walk home, it’s snowing, and I shiver without a jacket on, but it’s a one-minute walk, and it’s late enough I’m sure my parents are tucked away in bed. I use the spare key hiding under the planter on the porch and tiptoe into the house.
“Do you think I don’t know you sneak out?” It’s Mom. My heart drops as I slowly turn to see she’s in the living room sitting in a wing chair wearing her oversized cream robe and a tumbler with amber liquid in her hand.
