|The Chronicles of Da’Lin & Desma : The Beggining... (standard:mystery, 2166 words)|
|Author: RODD3K||Added: Jul 11 2003||Views/Reads: 2959/2002||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Friendship, love, hatred, confusion, lust...in other words life. (Strong sugestive content) To categorize this story is difficult it has some of everything!|
I was awakened by a loud crash, and the sound of someone yelling slurred obscenities. It was my dad, with out a shadow of a doubt it was Jacob Martinez Sr. I've woken to this same song for the past seven years, ever since the day mom died. Oh, by the way...I'm Jacob Martinez Jr., and... “ Where the f@$# are you Jake!!” Damn it, why today I have a game tomorrow and I don't need this shit I really don't! “ Jake! Jake, where the f@&# are you!!” I walk down stairs and see my father lying on top of what once was the table we kept the mail on. I help him up which is never a small task since he out weighs me by about a hundred pounds. I almost failed out of school last year because of this crap. As if freshman year isn't hard enough, just coming in from junior high and on top of the fact that everything is new and you don't know anyone...you don't sleep at night because daddy's a drunken mess every night. I get him upstairs and put him into bed, thank god he's too drunk to take a shot at me tonight. I hate explaining bruises to Coach Atkins it's so embarrassing. “Beep, Beep” wakes me up an hour and a half later. I realize it's my best friend Heather outside waiting to drive us to school. I look outside and see her standing beside her car looking up at me smiling. “Don't worry, you know I'll never leave without you,” she says giggling “Take your time kiddo no rush honestly” she reassures me. Heather is a senior and my best friend we knew each other since we were kids but stopped playing with each other after father started drinking heavily. I don't blame her I wasn't a prize myself back in those days. But we became even better friends in my freshman year when I beat the crap out of her then boyfriend Donald for lying about sleeping with her. “Thanks for waiting” I say as I walk towards her car. “Don't sweat it honey, how would I look if I let my little mansey walk to school” she says with a serious face. She always does that says things with a serious face it's hilarious. Oh, little mansey is her pet name for me, I love it, well when no one else is around anyways. “So I was thinking before the party tonight you could come pass my house and we can iron out the rest of the details for the prom” she mentions in a matter of fact way. “ And if we have a little time I could finally make you a man” she says with a devilish grin. “Promises, promises” I say rolling my eyes “You've been telling me that for the past six months” She bursts into laughter... “Here we are,” she says suddenly. I go through school as usual and go home. Well I go to Heathers house, which is home to me. We talk about the prom and get ready for the party. Heather as usual is absolutely gorgeous; she has a body that can only be described as perfect. She has perfect breasts, big but perky as hell, a phenomenon if you ask me. Flat stomach with a slight hint of a six-pack, a high, round, plump but amazingly firm ass. Beautiful hips and long healthy, muscular legs, which can only be explained, buy her eight straight years of running track. Her face was adorable, ageless if you would; I mean you couldn't have known she was a high school senior if not for her body. Now don't get me wrong her face isn't juvenile by any means, it was just breathe takingly adorable. She has hazel eyes and long brown hair; she the type of girl who is stunning in whatever she wears. From a gown to a sweat suit and a baseball cap. Driving to the party Heather was eerily silent all the way there. I can't explain it. Click here to read the rest of this story (152 more lines)
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