Marylise.After all, my mom did let me go. After dinner, she called Delilah's mother, who confirmed that she would take us to the cinema and that, once the film was finished, she would drop us off at our respective homes; just as I had told her. My mom finally agreed and finally told me that if I could go, on the condition that I came home early and that if I was late for any reason, I would call her to be in the loop.It made me a little exaggerated the absolute control she want to have over the situation, but if she'll let me go, I guess that's fine.At recess time, which was when all the students were out and I could see Brent, Delilah left me alone with him to go with Chad. Although I didn't want to be alone with Brent, I took advantage of that moment to tell him about what my mom said to me and, dare I bet, I've never seen him smile so much.He's so cute when he smiles.Harry looks great too when he makes that gesture. But he almost never really smiles, most of his smiles are las
"Ready. . .""Have you finished it yet?" I ask."I think so" He says, frowning his mouth a little as he spreads out his notebook.I take the notebook so I can review the exercise I told him to do, but just looking at the first figures I realize that the result is not the right one."This is wrong" I tell him, to what he looks at me with a frown."What?" he asks, I can feel the alarm in his tone of voice."Here it is 56" I indicate, pointing out the figure where he was wrong."Don't fuck me. . . , where?" take the notebook again and start reviewing it. I laugh quietly when I see him, it's funny."Seven times eight is 56, not 54" I correct, pointing to where a few seconds ago."Well, it's just a number" He says, trying to sound relaxed, but fails terribly."No, if this goes wrong, the result will go wrong" I mean, holding a smile at his worried face."Do I have to do it again?" he asks what I'm sitting down. "No" he says, but it's as if he's begging not to do the exercise again. I nod w
Marylise.I don't know what to do tomorrow. I don't want Harry to be mad at me, but I also don't want to tell Brent that I won't be able to go.Seeing his happy face when I told him I would going, it made me feel something strange. I don't want to tell him that I'm not always going, I don't want to take that smile off his face, I would feel so bad doing that.In any case, what could Harry do to me if I go?He said he wouldn't hurt me, that he would never hurt me. He can't hit me or force me to do something I don't want. He can't, he promised me, and I trust him. I know he won't hurt me.I keep thinking about what he said to me..."I don't want to have to punish you"I don't understand what kind of punishment he can do to me. Will he leaves me without a TV for a week? Will he takes away my internet or my cell phone?Impossible. Only my parents can do that, and even they haven't done it because I've never misbehaved. Harry can't forbid me anything, even if I say yes, that I'm his. A per
Harry.My innocent little girl isn't so innocent anymore, and I don't know how to feel about it honestly. I feel like I'm taking away hers naivety, I feel like a murderer of innocence, but I can't lie and say that I don't like it.Shit, what she did last night surprised me a little. I didn't call her to do it, I just wanted her to say anything to cheer me up, since the girl I had kneeling in front of me wasn't good enough. I was the only one available and I had to settle for that.Damn, I want her to do it. I smiled like an idiot at that thought. I have to stop thinking about that if I don't want to get an erection right hereBy the way, where did Marylise go?I've been waiting for her outside hers school for like ten minutes and she doesn't show up. She's usually the one waiting for me, but she's not here now.I look at my watch again. 2:19 marked this one. It's been too long. Maybe he's been checking up, or he's been entertaining himself. I don't know, but I'm already getting desper
Marylise. "The square root of 24 is 576, and the square root of 20 is 400, so the value of the hypotenuse would be the square root of the sum of these two. " I plunged my lower lip into my mouth and then nibbled it as I solved the operation in my notebook. I start solving the square root of the result of the sum of the catheters and it gives me the result. I check it by doing things backwards and it's the same thing, so the result is fine. That's perfect! I raised my hand to get the teacher's attention. —Yes, Marylise?— said Professor Matthews when he saw my hand up. —I've finished— I announced him, with enough in my voice. Some students mocked at my answer, while others rejoiced because they could copy my result and not do the operation themselves. —Well, tell us, what's your answer?— The professor said, instructing me to come to the front to solve the operation on the blackboard. I got up from my desk and went to the front. I began to do the corresponding numbers next to th
I scanned his entire face without missing any detail. When I looked closer, I noticed that he was much more attractive. He was really handsome."Do I have something on my face?" he asked amusingly, pulling me out of my ponderings while a crooked smile came out of his mouth."Ah. . . ah. . ." I babbled. I closed my eyes tightly and turned my face away. I heard him laughing.Damn it! What a shame."Shall I help you get up or can you do it alone?" He asked, but I didn't look at him. I won't look at him to spend another embarrassment."I can by myself, thank you" I felt like hitting myself for sounding so nervous. I tried to get up, but I felt my knee numb. I made a grin of pain when I felt it and I better stayed in the same position as before."Well, I don't think so. Let me help you" he said giving me his hand to help me to get up.I hesitated a little, but I finally took it. When I got up, I couldn't stretch my leg, so I had to keep it bent upward by holding my weight on one foot. When
As he entered the living room and saw me standing, he frowned. I didn't need to know him my whole life or be a genius to know he was upset."What are you think your doing?" he asked as I saw him. Seeing her expression and hearing the tone of her voice I felt the blood leaving my body and I felt fading."I. . . , I have to go" I say stumbling, as my body allowed me to speak."No, you're not going anywhere," he spoke with determination."What?" I asked, doubting what I had heard.Did he just say what I think he said?I swallowed hard as it slowly began to approach me. For a painful moment I feared he'd do something wrong to me. Again, I'm in panic.When we were about a metre away, he stopped before speaking in a calm, gentle voice—: You still can't walk well, wait a little and then you can leave.I took a breath."B-but. . .""But nothing" He cut my babble off. "Well, if you don't want to stay here, then let me take you home so I'll be more comfortable that nothing bad happens to you" h
I didn't understand what he meant by that, but it scared me. I was scared of his expression and the way he said it. I'm sorry I accepted your invitation to take me home. "Wh-what?" I asked with clear nervousness trying to get away from him, but it was no longer possible because he was already bumping into the door. He laughed at my reaction. Surely my face was full of terror and confusion at this moment. "I can make you feel the pleasure..." He paused. Something that made my fear increase significantly. How you feel when you help someone in need” He ended his prayer with a smile. I breathed a sigh of relief. This man is going to kill me with a heart attack any minute now. “Ahm..., Eh...” I stammered at not being able to articulate the words. "What's up, little girl?" I felt an electricity running through my body at the nickname, it was something strange that I hadn't felt before, but I like the feeling.I started babbling once more. What the hell is wrong with me? I just avoide