I felt very embarrassed because it was rather late. I explained that I was with my friends at the restaurant and that I had arrived late so I got the worst parking spot in the place. Derius laughed; I smiled. I just could not help it; he was too cute. Derius was tall—maybe about 6’2”, athletically built, had a nice smile, beautiful chestnut eyes, and a great grade of hair that was in a small soft afro. He looked like he was about twenty, twenty-five years old. After admiring his physical frame, I looked at him saying, “What are you doing out here?” Derius smiled at me saying, “Out here saving beautiful women from purse thieves.” I raised an eyebrow at him, placing my hands on my hips as I said, “Oh really, so you were sent out here to be my hero, huh?” Then I rolled my eyes at him; he was flirting with his cute self. Laughing and smiling at me, he said, “No really, my boy stays down the way from here. I went over there to play some basketball and it got late so I decided to walk home. Then I saw you and came to help you out.” I nodded, still a little too caught up in how handsome he was as I shook my head I said, “I could give you a ride.” Derius shrugged his shoulders and said, “Okay, cool.” We got into my 1999 Honda Civic and left the parking lot. As I drove Derius home I found out that he was still in high school! I gasped as I yelled out, “You are only in the eleventh grade?!”
I remember our first fight, it was about Karla; it was after my mom had picked me up from the corner pizza shop. I was dead tried, for a good reason, then she started in on its not safe for me to sleep there and shit. Trying to ignore her nagging I remember picking up my phone, looking at Karla's picture I had taken of her. My mom looked over at the picture asking in a sarcastic tone "Who is that?" I smiled, looking back down at the picture, saying "Just a friend mom." She rolled her eyes, sucking her teeth stating 'She looks a little mature for a high schooler, how old is she?"
I shook my head becoming impatient, I did not want to hear her go off tonight, sighing "Old enough mom, can you drop this please." As my mom pulled into the driveway she parked, turned to me saying "Derius! You are only sixteen years old, you have no business talking to a woman older than you, concentrate on school and going to college son." She acted like she dropped it, but then the next morning after I had gotten out of the shower she was holding my phone.
I walked in, with my towel on head, drying my hair off. I removed the towel from my, then jumped seeing my mom on my bed. The look on my face didn't change as I asked her "What are you doing?" My mom stood up, marched towards me yelling "Derius! Who the hell is this woman?" I walked past my mom saying "Ok, she is a woman I like." She stood there in shock "How old is she?" I sat down on my bed, looking up at my mom stating "She is twenty-eight, mom." My mom lost it going on; on about she was too old for me, then quoting me her law school knowledge about how it was against the law to be with her and all. I ignored her, holding my hands up in air in front me saying "Ok, mom I won't talk to her anymore ok, will that make you feel better."
Feeling like a champion my mom smiled as she said pleasantly "Yes." I looked at her. Was she crazy I like Karla; she wasn't just going to get her way like that! I screamed "NO! I am not a kid anymore if I want to date an older woman I am going to, and there is nothing you can do to stop me." I excused her out of my room as I got dressed. That was the first day of my drama with my mom.
No sooner has he left the table then Mother Nature calls me too. I excuse myself to the restroom. “This child is trying to be the death of me, isn’t he?” I try to take a few extra minutes so I will not run into Daryl in the hallway. “POW! Karla you did it, you crushed that smug look right off his face!” That is exactly what he gets for trying me like that. I do not need his bullshit job! I stare in the mirror and collect myself before leaving the restroom. As I walk out I am startled by Daryl leaning against the door waiting for me! “Are you done bashing me in the restroom Karla?” I am a little surprised at what he just said. “Was he listening to me in the restroom?!” I shake my head and attempt to walk past him, when he pins me to wall. “DARYL! … Daryl covers my mouth with his hand. After looking around making sure it’s clear, he removes his hand.
“Karla, stop causing a scene we are in restaurant. Now why won’t you take my offer to work for me?” I beginning to laugh at me, when I get a look at the look he is giving me. ”Daryl, I am just not sure about working for you with the history we had together.” I attempt again to leave but he blocks my way with both hands pressed on both side of me. “Don’t run away from me Karla. I mean you marry a child and get knocked up not once but twice. You should have some accomplishment in your besides being known for robbing the cradle. I am offering you a solid deal here, I know this is what you always wanted.” I stare at him and I can’t see the boy I knew, he is shallow and pathetic to me now. “Daryl stop calling my husband a child, and for your information I have been doing just fine without your offer. Thank you now will please move out of my way.”
My eyes look down at her breast, but I can feel the glow grow deeper. I can hear her smirk at me as my eyes finally meet hers. She smiles, and I melt. I try to regain my composure but that only makes her laugh. “Arrogant.” My whole body is now on fire, with just that word. My glow deepens more, now I am embarrassed. She knows how to get me to break without even trying. She laughs at me as she caresses my face. “Look at me.” I can’t... I know what power those honey chestnut eyes have over me when I do. Her touch is causing my body to become uncomfortable, maybe it's just these damn restraints!
“Arrogant. I said look at me.” Her command causes my body to react first. I stand at attention even with the restraints. I follow her command as her hand guides my face to look in her direction. My eyes do not immediately meet hers as I continue to look down. She steps closer to me, I close my eyes, feeling both of her hands touching my face. My breathing quickens, my blood boils and this intense desire to grab her grows to the point of explosion. She caresses my face softly, with every stroke, causing me to go insane. My primal nature wants to take over. I yanked at my restraints but they do not budge, keeping me firmly in place. Laughter breaks my concentration as the sound of her voice echoes the room. My eyes finally open to meet her condescending smile. My ego is hurt, and I am now back in my obedient position.
Confessions can cleanse the heart, the mind, and the soul. Within these pages are ten individuals who have stories too painful, dramatic and too dangerously addictive. Everyone has secrets, everyone has their desires, choices, and temptations. Everyone has their limits to what they will take, what they will do and how they want their lives to be. Come live in the footsteps of ten characters with juicy confessions too bad, dark and evil not to tell. Enter their worlds, of obsession, regret, forgiveness, revenge, and torture. Turn the pages, and listen to the whispers as you uncover their secrets, feel their pain and understand their emotions and actions. Let them bare their souls of their complex, twisted and untamed truths hidden within them. Confessions in Whispers is one nonstop devious act one after another. Once you have completed the journey, you too will very well agree that when you cannot tell, some secrets must be told.
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