The cold night breeze, the crisp air, and the stars were all the things I loved the most about living so far from everyone else. “Birthday cake.” “I pegged you for a chocolate kind of girl.” He said before stepping away from my opened window. “Even rocky road.” The town was alive tonight, the main street decorated with tinkle lights and people going about with happy grins on their faces. Why couldn’t I be normal like them? Walking was something people gave for granted, I mean it's not like I couldn’t do it, at least for now I can’t. I have to get better soon, I can’t continue being so reckless and it had nothing to with making him mad, I only tried to get myself in and out of the shower on my own. I wanted to do things without having to wait for people to be available for me to do a tiny thing like getting up to brush my teeth. “Rebecca?” “Oh sorry.” There it was my two scoops of Birthday cake. “Thank you.” For someone else this, escaping to get some i

Eduardo disappeared the next day, I only asked once and the had to go home, and that was a big at lie. He either had some heated exchanged of words or feared it. At least could have said goodbye, he had been nice to have around. My social privileges weren’t reinstated but at least Lacey was able to come over and I was able to dump all on her. Not the part where I want physical stuff to happen or the bathroom episode when he saw me all wet and naked. All the other stuff, and the more I told her and heard myself the less serious her face looked. I saw one corner of her mouth twitch and the hysterics began. She laughed and laughed while I felt my whole face burning to something that felt like anger. “Let me know when you’re done.” I brushed an imaginary lint of my jersey pants trying to hide the hot boiling shame trying to scurry its way out of me. “I’m sorry, but do you hear yourself?” She said between laughs when she was finally able to articulate like a normal p

Attempt number two for mission wedding dress was a success, although in a different store but this time I went with Clara and by then word had spread around. The dress was simple, white, long enough to cover my leg and it had a bit of lace. Okay fine, it was the prettiest dress I’ve ever seen, a little bit loose on the chest area and some hemming was needed since there was no need for me to drag the train, I wasn’t really walking down the aisle. I was to be carried or roll down myself all the way there. The specifics weren’t quite there yet, or at least I didn’t know them, maybe no one had thought of it or asked. People hated to ask about mobility things around me. In two days, I was going to become Mrs. Andreas MacKinnon and it was all going to change for me. Cold feet or not there was no going back. The thrill, the butterflies, the urge to puke kept coming. According to Lacey, the town was buzzing after the news got out. I, Rebecca Kennedy was getting married, but

Andreas’s POV Little does she know how exciting it is to me that she has no idea what to do. I’m trying to not go overboard. I’m trying to control myself and for a moment it works, but when her little tongue brushed mine my little buddy liked it so much that now is pressing onto her hip. She has this wild look in her eyes and her pink lips are now a darker shade. Gears are turning inside her head; I think she liked it. Yes, defile her innocence was going to happen slowly. I was going to show her everything eventually, but I was going to take my sweet time doing so. “Fun?” Big doe eyes, the same one she had on that first time she offered herself to me. Those same ones that kept haunting me at night. She really had no clue, didn’t she? “Teaching you how to…do stuff…” I let the rest to her imagination, but low enough for to get what I really mean. Her face quickly redness another thing that I enjoyed doing. Her pouty mouth quivered. I like the way she

“This is for your honeymoon.” The single sheet of fabric was not only see-through but had to be at least designed for a toddler. I was pretty it wouldn’t go past my navel. “I can’t wear that.” “Why the hell not?” “My scars.” “For the last time. He will not care about them; he’ll be too busy checking out the rest of you.” “How do you know?” We had been arguing about what should I keep in my closet, what clothes should I wear with him in bed. She wanted to get rid of all my fuzzy pajamas, all my bright-colored underwear claiming that they weren’t sexy and made me look more like a child. “You need to stop wearing a sports bra, the uni-boob is unflattering.” This had been going on for two hours, telling me my style was outdated and that my husband expected more than soft cotton and jeans. Flannel was not for the bedroom and that I should try wearing a tong since heels were out of the question. All of this was too overwhelming, why should I change who I was just because I was abo