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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
4,313
Reviews:
48
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Twenty
Thanks a bunch, moni ;)
A/N: It’s funny how I only get a lot of reviews when I disappear for like 10 years with no update of this. The end is coming soon, people, and I know there are a lot of you out there who are reading this who aren’t reviewing. Why? I’m not asking for much, even though I see these other authors out there with literally hundreds of reviews. I’m not complaining. But if you are reading this, whether you enjoy it or not, but something is compelling you to read on, for the love of all that’s good and holy, please, please let me know!!
Okay, so you’re all probably thinking why can’t Sean think for himself? Well, if you recall earlier when he and Ros had that conversation about nature v. nurture, clearly Sean believes in nature.
Winter Part Two
The last six months had been absolute bliss. Even though they went to different schools, they made it work. Everyday after school, they’d meet at the neighborhood library for a few hours of quality time, and ding homework of course. Though on more than several occasions, they were asked to stop their overt cuddling, which usually always ended up in light groping. After that, he would walk her home, staying for an hour or so to make out with her in the basement.
On weekends, they always went out—be it the movies, to a restaurant, his house, the park, etc. And nearly every Friday and Saturday night at about 12:30 a.m., she would sneak him into her bedroom, where they would either cuddle, make love, have sex, and/or spoon. He always left at six, right before her mom woke up and came downstairs. They epitomized that “sickeningly sweet” couple you always heard of. That’s why on that particular day, Rosalyn was confused as all hell when he hadn’t shown up at the library. She started and finished her homework without him in a state of confusion. When she finished, she headed over to his house.
When she finally got there fifteen minutes later, she waited after ringing the doorbell. Nearly five minutes later, she realized that no one was coming. Cursing herself for not having a cell phone, then cursing him for not having one to answer even if she had one to begin with, she began to walk away. By the time she got to the end of the walkway of the Edwards’ property, she heard someone open the door.
“Rosalyn, hi sweetheart.” Sean’s mom waved to her from the open door.
“Oh, hi Mrs. Edwards.” She said lightly as she walked back towards the house.
“I’m sorry, but Sean’s not feeling well at all today. He didn’t want you to see him while he was sick. I’m sure he’ll be okay in a day or two.” She said in a kind voice. Rosalyn nodded her head in understanding.
“Okay. Tell him to call me when he’s feeling better.”
“Alright, Rosalyn. Will do.”
“Bye.” Rosalyn said before walking away. Linda Edwards closed the door with a sigh of relief, even though there was a crinkling of her brow. She didn’t quite know what was going on with her son. She had come home earlier from volunteering at Market Day at her daughter’s school. After making sure she had her snack and started her homework, she headed upstairs to take a relaxing bath to relieve the tension in her muscles. Upon entering the bathroom, she immediately saw her son sitting in the tub, weeping. Her heart instantly broke at the site. He still had his coat and boots on, leaning against the back wall. His face was red and blotchy as droplets of sweat covered his forehead. He was overheating himself in that coat.
“My god, Sean! What are you doing? What’s wrong?” She exclaimed in a loud whisper, fearful of her youngest coming up the stairs and seeing her brother in this state. He looked at her with defeated, bloodshot eyes.
“Go away, mom. Please.” He pleaded with her, his head lolling to the side.
“Sean? What is it? What’s wrong?” She asked again in a fearful voice as she went to him, kneeling at the tub. She gently grasped his chin, turning his face towards her. She was truly terrified. He used to hide in the tub as a child whenever he was afraid.
“I said go away.” He gritted out before jerking his head out of her grasp.
“Sean, I just wanted to— ”
“Leave me alone!” He yelled in her face before turning his whole body towards the wall. “Just go.” He whispered. Linda gasped in shock. She was stunned speechless. Never before had Sean displayed such anger. She wasn’t even sure if she could even recall him ever yelling at anyone before.
“Take off your coat, sweetheart. You’ll make yourself sick.” She said before getting up and leaving the bathroom. She closed the door quietly behind her. At first, she thought that perhaps something horribly wrong had happened between him and Rosalyn. But when Rosalyn showed up later, asking about him as if everything was normal, she figured that couldn’t be it. She was confused as ever, but decided to leave him alone for a bit until he was ready to talk. Unfortunately, Sean didn’t feel the need to talk; he
wanted a drink.
A/N: It’s funny how I only get a lot of reviews when I disappear for like 10 years with no update of this. The end is coming soon, people, and I know there are a lot of you out there who are reading this who aren’t reviewing. Why? I’m not asking for much, even though I see these other authors out there with literally hundreds of reviews. I’m not complaining. But if you are reading this, whether you enjoy it or not, but something is compelling you to read on, for the love of all that’s good and holy, please, please let me know!!
Okay, so you’re all probably thinking why can’t Sean think for himself? Well, if you recall earlier when he and Ros had that conversation about nature v. nurture, clearly Sean believes in nature.
Winter Part Two
The last six months had been absolute bliss. Even though they went to different schools, they made it work. Everyday after school, they’d meet at the neighborhood library for a few hours of quality time, and ding homework of course. Though on more than several occasions, they were asked to stop their overt cuddling, which usually always ended up in light groping. After that, he would walk her home, staying for an hour or so to make out with her in the basement.
On weekends, they always went out—be it the movies, to a restaurant, his house, the park, etc. And nearly every Friday and Saturday night at about 12:30 a.m., she would sneak him into her bedroom, where they would either cuddle, make love, have sex, and/or spoon. He always left at six, right before her mom woke up and came downstairs. They epitomized that “sickeningly sweet” couple you always heard of. That’s why on that particular day, Rosalyn was confused as all hell when he hadn’t shown up at the library. She started and finished her homework without him in a state of confusion. When she finished, she headed over to his house.
When she finally got there fifteen minutes later, she waited after ringing the doorbell. Nearly five minutes later, she realized that no one was coming. Cursing herself for not having a cell phone, then cursing him for not having one to answer even if she had one to begin with, she began to walk away. By the time she got to the end of the walkway of the Edwards’ property, she heard someone open the door.
“Rosalyn, hi sweetheart.” Sean’s mom waved to her from the open door.
“Oh, hi Mrs. Edwards.” She said lightly as she walked back towards the house.
“I’m sorry, but Sean’s not feeling well at all today. He didn’t want you to see him while he was sick. I’m sure he’ll be okay in a day or two.” She said in a kind voice. Rosalyn nodded her head in understanding.
“Okay. Tell him to call me when he’s feeling better.”
“Alright, Rosalyn. Will do.”
“Bye.” Rosalyn said before walking away. Linda Edwards closed the door with a sigh of relief, even though there was a crinkling of her brow. She didn’t quite know what was going on with her son. She had come home earlier from volunteering at Market Day at her daughter’s school. After making sure she had her snack and started her homework, she headed upstairs to take a relaxing bath to relieve the tension in her muscles. Upon entering the bathroom, she immediately saw her son sitting in the tub, weeping. Her heart instantly broke at the site. He still had his coat and boots on, leaning against the back wall. His face was red and blotchy as droplets of sweat covered his forehead. He was overheating himself in that coat.
“My god, Sean! What are you doing? What’s wrong?” She exclaimed in a loud whisper, fearful of her youngest coming up the stairs and seeing her brother in this state. He looked at her with defeated, bloodshot eyes.
“Go away, mom. Please.” He pleaded with her, his head lolling to the side.
“Sean? What is it? What’s wrong?” She asked again in a fearful voice as she went to him, kneeling at the tub. She gently grasped his chin, turning his face towards her. She was truly terrified. He used to hide in the tub as a child whenever he was afraid.
“I said go away.” He gritted out before jerking his head out of her grasp.
“Sean, I just wanted to— ”
“Leave me alone!” He yelled in her face before turning his whole body towards the wall. “Just go.” He whispered. Linda gasped in shock. She was stunned speechless. Never before had Sean displayed such anger. She wasn’t even sure if she could even recall him ever yelling at anyone before.
“Take off your coat, sweetheart. You’ll make yourself sick.” She said before getting up and leaving the bathroom. She closed the door quietly behind her. At first, she thought that perhaps something horribly wrong had happened between him and Rosalyn. But when Rosalyn showed up later, asking about him as if everything was normal, she figured that couldn’t be it. She was confused as ever, but decided to leave him alone for a bit until he was ready to talk. Unfortunately, Sean didn’t feel the need to talk; he
wanted a drink.