Burning Emotion II

Ever since her mother died when she was 12, Angela had vowed to always live openly and honestly, just like her mother and the tattoo on her inner wrist reminded her of that promise daily. Now as she lay in Chris’ bed and traced the outline of the tattoo slowly, she tried to remember where all the secrets and lies had begun.

She remembered when Chris had offered to drive her home that day, the first time they met, so kind of him. Mr. Ayodele had gone to ‘eat’ at a nearby booker but they both knew that by the time he got back he’d be too high to drive in a straight line. So she had agreed, and she hadn’t objected when he asked to come inside to use the bathroom. “You know, you really are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.” He had said to her, she blushed fiercely turning red under her dark skin. “You should give me a call sometime, I’d love to help you out with that application.”

That was how it all started and it wasn’t long before Chris started dropping her at home everyday, with her fathers’ approval of course. As far as he was concerned Chris was a bright young man with promising prospects, and also the reason all his daughter’s recent applications had been met with great news. Truth be told, he was slightly in awe of him, and so was Angela. She loved the deep tone of his voice, how his fingers moved whenever he was thinking, like he was tapping out his thoughts and most of all how his lips felt the very first time they kissed.

It had escalated quickly; starting first with what she thought was an accidental brush on her breasts. Chris had apologised but she hadn’t minded, she wanted to feel his touch on every inch on her body, and so she initiated the first kiss, just like she had played out with her friends from school a dozen times. He stepped back and looked into her eyes, asking her if she was sure this was what she wanted. Nodding, she closed her eyes and kissed him again, delving into the sweet, soft lands that were his lips. He kissed her back this time and she felt the passion burning in her stomach. Undoing the first three buttons of her school shirt, he said to her “Don’t tell your dad, he will surely have me fired.”

That was two months ago. Today she is in his bed, still half naked and not entirely sure what just happened. There is only one question on her mind “Is it still rape if I a part of me wanted it and relished it?”




                                                                                                                                                                
Hi there readers! So i blame the turn on this story for far too many episodes of Criminal Minds! Hope you guys are enjoying it so far. What do you think of the characters? And of Angela's disturbing thoughts at the end? Please use the comment box to share your opinions, I'd love to hear from you!

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