SURRENDERING MY INNOCENCE!…(3)

12th January

We pull over at the garage, just in front of my house. The bumper of a jeep took up the entire parking space. I jump out of the car, almost beating the brakes to a race. My heart thudding violently against my ribs.

Click!

The door creaked open. I barge in, creeping in with the quiet stealth of a cat, ready to catch my mom and her lover in the act. I am almost certain it would be a man who had reaped her off her reasoning, so badly she left her daughter stranded in school without a remedying option.

I picked up Jordan's inaudible voice from a distance. But the boiling point of my rage had been enacted. I could barely form a new three-letter word from a five-letter word at this moment.

Slam!

The sound of the heavy wooden door slamming into the brick wall sent a loud echo throughout the room. Pulling them out of their former lovey-dovey position . The heavy smell of sweat and sex welcomes my nose swiftly.

"Screw you, Penny!" I yelled, top of my voice.

They broke off from cuddling, laughter still held on their lips. The younger guy—mid-thirties, dark hair, broad shoulders, and chest, with a pointy jawline—rapidly adjusted his hands off from all over mom.

Mom peeked through bed covers halfway, with only her eyes peeking from it. Her entire unclad body taking refuge behind it.

"I hate you, Penny! I wish I left with dad!"

The words came in, heavy and husky. Her eyes turned grey. The spark in them growing weaker.

"I'm sorry, sorry, honey," she begs, eyes softening to the realization she had lost track of time.

My legs remained planted. Fist folded into a punch, my bitterness climbing all the way out of my gut to my tongue.

The younger guy jolted to his feet, nothing else on but his tight crotch-revealing boxers. He unravels his breathtaking build all over the room, picks up his shirts and pants, wristwatch off the cluttered side table, and runs off, getting dressed as he goes. His face bright red.

"Please," she whooshes through a sob. Nipples peeking through the bed cover. I shook my head. Tears rolling down my eyes.

"How long will this go on?" I say. Voice quivering.

She spoke through sobs, but I didn't care anymore. I just needed to get out of here. I stormed out, throwing my hands in surrender. My feet carried me all the way to my room.

I reached in, under my bed, for my diary, wrapped finely in between other paper and my pink long-sleeve jacket. I shove it down into my backpack, closing it shut.

"Honey! Please! I'm sorry, I left you in school," mom's voice cuts in from a distance, approaching, now dressed in her nightgown, wet dark hair plastered all over her flushed face, hands clapped together like she was saying a prayer.

"Honey, please," she begged. Voice raspy, eyes flooded. But I didn't care. This wasn't the first time. She cared nothing about me. I just needed to leave.

"Honey, you can't leave... You don't have anywhere to go," she echoes, tugging my uniform blazer softly. I give her a death stare. My eyes burning.

Her hands fall off instantly, wrapping finely over her lips with a sob. feet suddenly weak from the hate clearly written in my eyes. She didn't need any more words.

I jogged down the stairs, no idea of where I was headed. My bag jiggling on my shoulder as I tugged it in tightly.

When I pushed the door open, there Jordan was, parked right at the same spot. She had been waiting. My heart grew warmer, a faint sigh of relief escaping my breath.

Without any further thoughts, I strap myself in with seatbelts, my eyes fixing sternly at nothing—anywhere but at my mom, who now stood just in front of the garage where the jeep was previously parked. Her hands over her mouth, tears dripping over her palms.

I take one look at Jordan and she hits the brakes, mouthing inaudible words to my mom. They seem to understand each other perfectly because she nodded.

The drive to Jordan's apartment was silent, and somewhat calming, maybe because she understood the assignment and didn't say one word to me, or because she was Jordan. The only girl whose presence would mean anything to me right now.

*******

"Right this way, Ana," she says, pointing toward her room.

"Don't you dare think I'mma let you sleep in there alone," she points at the direction of the guest room. A sudden flush of blood seeps through my chest. While I struggle to hold back the fresh batch of tears pinching from the side of my eyes.

"Come here!" she whispers, pulling me closer to herself. My head falling into her arms like I was a child. She pats my back softly, pressing my head deeply into her chest. While I cry.

The pain and heaviness I feel was immense, but her soft touches and gentility made it feel less painful. The way she caressed my face and wiped off my tears with her bare hands made me weak in the knees.

Gosh! She smelt sooooooo good! Like chocolate and a mixture of cedar. I bury my head deeper, my hands wrapped around her waist tightly. But this sudden comfort was making me feel unusually excited, and a cold wetness was starting to flood my panties.

She pulls me away, her gaze fixed on mine. As she towers over me like a man. My lips fall open, eyes soft as I look up at her, her eyes searching mine for something I had no idea about.

She plants a warm, long kiss on my eyes softly, her lips lingering on my tears like she wanted to get it all mopped off. Then the other side of my face. Her wet tongue came next, licking it all up—my tears. I felt my entire body tremble without control.

"Open your eyes!" she says, hands cupping my face toward her. I open my eyes wide and get caught up in her bright eyes, staring back at me like I was some snack to be devoured.