Page 58 of Peaches

“I never…”

“What Mom! Wanted me to end up like you? Knew what my life was really like? Well, take a good look! Look at whatyourpoor decisions in life caused! If maybe I had a better role model, I wouldn’t have made such shit choices of my own!”

Hell, I really shouldn’t drink. Not even this once. My outburst and the way I’ve treated a woman I view more like a best friend just now is proof of that.

It doesn’t get to me anymore, you know? The almost rape. The abuse. I’ve blocked it out and made the decision I deserved better when I left his sorry ass. I know I’m crazy to think it won’t hinder me from time to time in the future, but whenImade the decision to leave,I also made the decision to dump thebaggage, the hurt, the scars at his pathetic feet. And that’s where I’m going to leave them, for as long as I can.

I won’t ever put myself in any position where I’m the victim, ever again. That I canassureyou. Moving forward, it’s only ever going to be on my terms, what I want, when I want it. I’ve promised myself to never settle for any less, and that’s a promise I damn well intend to keep.

We stand there, silence now the most horrifying sound in the room. She stares at me with resentment, and fuck, I do the same. Both of us blaming anything else then the person responsible.

Ourselves.

After a minute, her face lowers as she stands and makes her way towards the back of the house. “I never wanted you to end up like me, Grace,” she whispers again, pausing briefly, with her back to me at the doorway and my heart squeezes in my chest.

Because I know she didn’t! Fuck, I know, Mom! But you know what? That doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“I only wanted you to behappy, carefree, know nothing of the troubled way love can poison you. If I failed you, I’m sorry, but I did the best I could. I pray you’ll find a love now that’s everything dreams are made of, and exactly that, mysweetGrace.Happy. Carefree. Sweet.So sweet, you’ll forget the past and every horrible pain in it.”

I go to speak, but she quickly takes her exit and I’m left standing in the middle of the kitchen feeling worse than I did when all I had to previously and miserably drown in was my divorce. To be honest, verbally bashing my mother is a heavier weight and hurts worse than the hell that was mine and Tommy’s relationship.

Letting out a heated groan, I notice her full glass on the table and quickly take a few steps towards it. Plucking it up in a haste, I take a long, completelygraceless,(and giggle at the pun), drink off the glass and stalk towards the back door. There’s more liquor in my new make-shift apartment over the barn, and I plan to make good use of it before the sun rises on another shitty day. I’ll hate myself for it in the morning, but at least until then it will make the sting of the mess I’ve made a little easier to endure.

I’ll be back on the wagon come dawn, but I’m going to drown in every numbing second of it dragging me further and further away until then.

14

Brett

PRESENT DAY

I gotto hand it to my little peach, it’s been three damn weeks since the party and there hasn’t been any sign she plans on caving yet. A fact that not only has me mesmerized by her self-control, but also sexually frustrated as I’ve had to take care of myself on more than a dozen occasions just to keep my brain cells functioning normally.

I won’t break until she does.

In fact, I decided sincethatnight a few weeks back to halt advances all together. A decision that I’m learning may just be what is giving her all that strong willed, painfully abstaining, vow to abstinence, strength. But fuck, it’s obvious we’re fooling ourselves and totally need to indulge in each other, in more ways than one, the longer this arrangement continues.

Actually, my hunger for her has only grown in the last several weeks as we’ve gone about playing the perfectly happy and smitten engaged couple. That is after the tiny blow up at Marie’s party. An engaged couple with none of the damn benefits entitled tosaidengagement. I groan as I adjust myself at the kitchen counter before blowing on my coffee and pretending to listen to her, once again, ramble about what’s bothering her with her current work in progress from across the room.

But I’m not really listening as I try and ignore the pull she has on certain parts of my body. Ones I pull and think about her even when she’s not around. It appears not one particular part of the day around her is easier on my body or mind than the other.

Like last night, I had to endure her coming out of the bathroom, short shorts, perky breasts with nipples hardened from her shower showing through her pajama tank. Her hair wet, face free of all makeup. She dropped her towel on the floor, and bent in my line of sight, ever so perfectly to give me a view I fully lusted for,pullinghard and quick in the dark, after I knew she was sound asleep.

The afternoon before that, I walked in on her changing into her swimsuit. Bared for me completely. The angelic look on her face was no match for the sinful nature of her strategically planned mistake. At least that is what I am calling it. How else would you describe the disobedience to a ruleshe herselfput into place?

Locked doors at all times?

Yeah fucking right!

Not only that, but she gave me a forced look and a startled expression. Not the urge to suddenly cover up like you’d expect if she was really that concerned about “locked doors.”

She stood there, letting me grow thirstier for her as she allowed me to take my time and memorize the bounce in her breasts, the curves of her hips, the patch of groomed and perfectly trimmed hair on her pussy.

Fuck!

My mouth waters, my dick continues to harden, and I adjust myself again, clearing my throat as her declaration of what’s got her all riled up this morning continues in front of me.

Hell, even this morning, perky tits, scandalously sheer pajamas in the morning light showing off certain things I couldn’t view in last night’s shadows. Hair in a messyI just got fucked and loved itbun on top of her head. Shaking my own head, I attempt to clear the cloud of sex that is hanging in the air between us, but I know it’s no use.

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