FOUND BY LOVE🖤💃

A fine summer mist covered the expensive brown stones on Astor Street. I never got to talk to my mom or dad about my schoolwork or anything else. For starters, my mom loved getting drunk and clubbing more than anything else in the world, and my father somehow preferred being fond of everything else but us. I was only fifteen years old and this was the time I needed my parents the most but I guess I was just unfortunate like that. Mrs Fletcher, our kindest neighbor, God bless her soul, was the only person who gave two shits about us seeing as our parents didn't have any fucks to give in as far as me and my brothers went. 5.30am I was in bed sobbing, shivering and crying my heart out because my parents had refused to attend my consultation day at school. The fact that they didn't even care enough to know exactly when it was and why it was important for them to attend broke my heart so much. I was most about how my teacher Mrs Browns, was going to treat me. I could already imagin

As more time passed, we were getting the hang of things indeed and l decided to go back to school. My brothers were grown enough and responsible enough to manage to keep their bedroom tidy and to start preparing dinner while l go to school. Of course day school was out of the question so l was going to attend night school, which was two hours and was a better option since l couldn't spend the day at school. I felt like night school was going to be more effective anyways than day school, because l had attended day school all my life. I knew that the pace in which the lessons moved was very different, night school had limited time so there was no time for play, only serious business. Day school, on the other hand, stretched on from morning till afternoon so there was plenty of time to relax and enjoy in between hours. I guess the teachers at day school also knew they had enough time to cover the whole syllabus so they never had to rush. At night school, the tutor would only cover the

As soon as we were left alone in the dining to clear the table and do dishes, l seized the opportunity and wanted to get it all out. Jo-Anne, being the queen of gossip that she was, would have normally jumped at the opportunity to hear the story. To my surprise, she stopped me and told me to hold my horses a little while, until we got to the sacred room, specifically designed for surch conversations-her bedroom. Wow! Talk about being childish. I understood though, we had always made it a point not to talk about everything, anywhere. Whenever we had some hot gossip that we wanted to ponder on, we would always find a quiet secluded place, sit down, sip on our drinks and imitate Devious Maids and talk about whatever or whoever was the theme of the day. As such, we continued making small talk and doing the dishes. I must say, it was a shitload of them, considering the meals we had just had. Also, in all the times I had known Jo-Anne's younger brother, I knew he could never bring himself

On the drive home,like I mentioned we spoke about nothing serious but only dwelled on the light things. I think Mike understood how emotionally draining to tackle one emotional topic after the other. I was really glad that l had made a new friend and he looked like he was an angel in the making. I mean, the world could use a billion more people like him. As we rounded the roundabout, he asked if l was alright and if l would be alright after he left,and I just said l'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. I have to give it to him, Mike is kind, compassionate, selfless and all, if he was this good as a friend, how good a romantic partner would he make? I hesitated at the thought because something told me he was already in a relationship. Anyway, I was sure that as always, karma would take its place and things would work out as they were supposed to. After warming up the food l had brought, we had dinner and kept on chatting. When Justin asked me where I got the money to afford such

When I arrived outside of the premises, Mike was already there waiting patiently for me. As l approached him, l got a full detailed appreciation of just how fine this gent was. His features looked like the most perfect combination, he was the kind of guy most people only knew from Mills and Boon novels. I couldn't help but wonder why he was being so nice to us, what his aim was. Because l was quite certain he wasn't after a romantic relationship with me (even though the idea lowkey excited me and made my pussy feel some kind of way). As l made my way to him l could feel his eyes on me, l even began blushing. When I got to him he hugged me, l got lost in the masculine scent that he had, his body felt very warm and soft, l wanted this moment to last forever. When we finally let go he opened his car and l hopped in. As he was moving around the car to his side, l sighed- the session had taken its toll on me. I felt partly relieved but also concerned because of the task ahead. Would l able