Grown-Up Christmas List
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Original - Misc › Modern Lit
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,520
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 4
Grown-Up Christmas List
“Darling!” there was a loud knocking on my door. I rolled over on my bed, hiding my face in my pillow. “Darling! You need to come downstairs! Now!” there was another loud knock and then the sound of someone stomping away from my door. I groaned softly, lifting my head from the pillow and I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. I sighed and rolled out of bed, stretching as I went into the bathroom.
Why did Sister need to wake me up at five thirty in the morning? Why?
I slowly walked down the stairs, wearing a pair of short shorts and a black tank top. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and listened. I could only hear voices in the kitchen and knew that's where I had to go. Everyone else was still sleeping, so I made my way quietly towards the kitchen.
I silently pushed the swinging door open, looking inside to see Sister and Wife talking in hushed tones. I mentally sighed and slipped through the door; rolling my eyes as they failed to notice me. I slipped over to the fridge, pulling out the milk. I ignored the two sets of eyes that glued to my back when I opened the fridge.
“Darling.” I re-opened the fridge and put the milk back. I picked up my glass of cold milk and turned to face the source of my annoyance. I took a small sip of my milk and waited all of one second before-
“Do you know how rude it is to keep someone waiting, Darling?” her tone was like butter, but her eyes were like daggers.
“You woke me up ten minutes ago. I don't know about you, but when I get up in the mornings, I like to go to the bathroom, wash my face, brush my teeth.. you know, the necessities.” If possible, the daggers sharpened.
“Don't you dare get sassy with me, Darling.” her voice was sing-songy, contradicting her eyes completely.
“I'm not being sassy. But some people do tend to brush their teeth when they get up and go to the bathroom. Yes, I know, it's a nasty habit, but you'll just have to deal with it.”
“You little brat!” she stormed over to me and I barely had enough time to set my glass of milk on the counter. Her hand was pulled back and I flinched instinctively.
My cheek was highly sensitive to touch now. My fingers glided over the reddened skin softly. I crouched down in front of the mini-fridge in the corner of my room and pulled out an icepack wrapped in a paper towel. I quickly ducked into my bathroom, looking at my cheek in the mirror, and sighed. Why did Sister have to wear rings like that? Now, there might be a scar.
I pressed the ice pack gently to my cheek, double checked to make sure my door was locked before I pushed “play” on my stereo. I laid down on my back, the cold icepack resting on my cheek. The music started playing softly and I closed my eyes, drowning myself in Beethoven, waiting for the crescendo.
“What happened?” Charlie lightly stroked my cheek. I looked down at the snowy ground in front of his house. After sleeping for another hour, I got up once more and pulled on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a cozy sweatshirt. I quietly walked downstairs, after locking my bedroom door, again; my insides started twisting as I heard Sister complaining to Husband that I hurt her hand when she only wanted to talk to me.
I quickly left the house.
It seemed like only a small second before I found myself in front of Charlie's house, the door bell already ringing; the trees along the trail to his house meshed together in one blur.
“I, well, that is to say that, uhm...” the words wouldn't come. I wanted to tell Charlie, I did. I really did. I guess after keeping Sister's “tendencies” a secret for so long has conditioned me against saying anything. Charlie lifted my chin gently, looking into my eyes.
“Samantha?” I refrained from looking away. He only said my full name when he was really concerned.
“Sister.” it was whispered and barely a fully formed word. Charlie sighed and pulled me into his house, closing the door behind me. I stood in the entrance hallway, my hands twisting nervously. Charlie wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hands grabbing the bottom of my sweatshirt and pulled up. I lifted my arms obediently and toed my shoes off when he prompted me to.
“Come on.” he gently took my hand in his and led me into his living room, steering us towards his couch. He sat back reclining on the end and pulled me down to join him, moving us so that I was resting between his legs, my back to his chest and out legs stretched out towards the other end. I sniffed quietly and pulled my legs up slightly, my hands tightly grasping his hands that rested against my stomach. His thumb gently stroked the small patch of skin my shirt lifted up and revealed.
“Want to tell me about it?” I took a deep breath and tried to let it out slowly, but it ended in a slight sob. I didn't know whether to start from the very beginning, when Sister's “tendencies” towards me had started to show, or if I should start when she first woke me up. The only thing I knew that was for certain, was that Charlie's thumb would continue to gently stroke my stomach until he was certain I was ok.
“Darling!” there was a loud knocking on my door. I rolled over on my bed, hiding my face in my pillow. “Darling! You need to come downstairs! Now!” there was another loud knock and then the sound of someone stomping away from my door. I groaned softly, lifting my head from the pillow and I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. I sighed and rolled out of bed, stretching as I went into the bathroom.
Why did Sister need to wake me up at five thirty in the morning? Why?
I slowly walked down the stairs, wearing a pair of short shorts and a black tank top. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and listened. I could only hear voices in the kitchen and knew that's where I had to go. Everyone else was still sleeping, so I made my way quietly towards the kitchen.
I silently pushed the swinging door open, looking inside to see Sister and Wife talking in hushed tones. I mentally sighed and slipped through the door; rolling my eyes as they failed to notice me. I slipped over to the fridge, pulling out the milk. I ignored the two sets of eyes that glued to my back when I opened the fridge.
“Darling.” I re-opened the fridge and put the milk back. I picked up my glass of cold milk and turned to face the source of my annoyance. I took a small sip of my milk and waited all of one second before-
“Do you know how rude it is to keep someone waiting, Darling?” her tone was like butter, but her eyes were like daggers.
“You woke me up ten minutes ago. I don't know about you, but when I get up in the mornings, I like to go to the bathroom, wash my face, brush my teeth.. you know, the necessities.” If possible, the daggers sharpened.
“Don't you dare get sassy with me, Darling.” her voice was sing-songy, contradicting her eyes completely.
“I'm not being sassy. But some people do tend to brush their teeth when they get up and go to the bathroom. Yes, I know, it's a nasty habit, but you'll just have to deal with it.”
“You little brat!” she stormed over to me and I barely had enough time to set my glass of milk on the counter. Her hand was pulled back and I flinched instinctively.
My cheek was highly sensitive to touch now. My fingers glided over the reddened skin softly. I crouched down in front of the mini-fridge in the corner of my room and pulled out an icepack wrapped in a paper towel. I quickly ducked into my bathroom, looking at my cheek in the mirror, and sighed. Why did Sister have to wear rings like that? Now, there might be a scar.
I pressed the ice pack gently to my cheek, double checked to make sure my door was locked before I pushed “play” on my stereo. I laid down on my back, the cold icepack resting on my cheek. The music started playing softly and I closed my eyes, drowning myself in Beethoven, waiting for the crescendo.
“What happened?” Charlie lightly stroked my cheek. I looked down at the snowy ground in front of his house. After sleeping for another hour, I got up once more and pulled on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a cozy sweatshirt. I quietly walked downstairs, after locking my bedroom door, again; my insides started twisting as I heard Sister complaining to Husband that I hurt her hand when she only wanted to talk to me.
I quickly left the house.
It seemed like only a small second before I found myself in front of Charlie's house, the door bell already ringing; the trees along the trail to his house meshed together in one blur.
“I, well, that is to say that, uhm...” the words wouldn't come. I wanted to tell Charlie, I did. I really did. I guess after keeping Sister's “tendencies” a secret for so long has conditioned me against saying anything. Charlie lifted my chin gently, looking into my eyes.
“Samantha?” I refrained from looking away. He only said my full name when he was really concerned.
“Sister.” it was whispered and barely a fully formed word. Charlie sighed and pulled me into his house, closing the door behind me. I stood in the entrance hallway, my hands twisting nervously. Charlie wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hands grabbing the bottom of my sweatshirt and pulled up. I lifted my arms obediently and toed my shoes off when he prompted me to.
“Come on.” he gently took my hand in his and led me into his living room, steering us towards his couch. He sat back reclining on the end and pulled me down to join him, moving us so that I was resting between his legs, my back to his chest and out legs stretched out towards the other end. I sniffed quietly and pulled my legs up slightly, my hands tightly grasping his hands that rested against my stomach. His thumb gently stroked the small patch of skin my shirt lifted up and revealed.
“Want to tell me about it?” I took a deep breath and tried to let it out slowly, but it ended in a slight sob. I didn't know whether to start from the very beginning, when Sister's “tendencies” towards me had started to show, or if I should start when she first woke me up. The only thing I knew that was for certain, was that Charlie's thumb would continue to gently stroke my stomach until he was certain I was ok.