The story so far:
Matter of Fact-Chapter 3
by agefall_is_here
Chapter 3
After that one kiss, Kyle just sat there. He looked into her eyes, which were full of confidence, yet sadness. His mouth was not open, but you could tell it would've been, if he had not had the strength to keep it shut. She stared straight into his eyes, the blue piercing through her defense. He bit his lip, obvious to her unable to speak.
"Wow," he told her.
"Does that solve any problems for you?" she asked nervously.
"It depends on if you meant it."
"Of course I did."
"Then I've only got one more thing."
"What?" she asked. He reached over to her, his lips meeting hers in one brush of a second. He left them there, her waiting to see what this really meant. She returned the kiss, with a passion she had experienced little. She brushed the inside of his lip with her own, their faces locked in the passionate moment. Within moments they were both gasping. Sitting still, she reached over to him and hugged him tightly, but sweetly. Her eyes were now trickling with small tears, out of pure confusion. He wrapped his arms around her, them both now sitting on the side of the bed.
8:45 p.m
Kyle's phone rang, buzzing slightly in his pocket. They both flinched, as Kyle reached into his pocket. She attempted to read the name on the screen, but it was one she knew all too well: it was his dad.
"I-I've got to go, Abby. I'll call you tomorrow," he told her, running out of the door and out of the apartment. Abby just stood there, dumbfoundedly. The silence was deadly, and her brother wasn't due home until tomorrow from his camping trip. Making sure no one was watching, Abby sighed, lying her head back on her pillow. She was, after all, in a deadly situation. Choosing: her lying, cheating, slob of an ex-boyfriend, or one of her best friends.This was something that she; as a fifteen year old; was not ready to answer. She had many choices (Well, two) and a lot of thinking. Things were not working out in her favor, but rather, in the favor of no one. Nothing could stop her from thinking the worst; that neither one of them could handle her and would never truly understand her. That, they might both eventually stop loving her. She could already tell, that Lucas had never even loved her in the first place.
She didn't cry again; she just simply lied there for what seemed like hours, until all of her thoughts had left her head; just leaving her in a peaceful room with absolutely no sound whatsoever. Her hair was frizzed and curly now; the signs of a bad evening. The clock read fifteen minutes before nine o' clock, a time she was normally sitting up watching movies with Lucas or sharing a special moment on the couch. Things, were now different. It had been months since she'd dated anyone but Lucas, and things just simply weren't the same.
10 p.m
Lucas's place.
Lucas shook his head, watching the T.V screen in front of him. Shemah was sitting on the couch next to him, listening to Shemah talk on and on about things that him, drunken and tired, had no idea how to respond to. She put her lips up to his head, kissing him on the cheek. There was nothing more he would want to rather do than what any seventeen year-old boy would want to do when a girl like Shemah: tight shorts, barely low enough to cover up her unmentionables, a tight half-shirt with most of her cleavage hanging out, and a pair of heels. There were things most boys would be doing with a girl like her at that point in time. She scooted next to him, kissing him harshly on the lips. In his return, he kissed her back. He didn't leave, to see what his old girl was up to, until much later.
11 p.m
Kyle's House
There was silence in the room. Kyle was sitting at the kitchen table, parallel from his Stepdad, Dave. The smell of alcohol was all around Kyle; his stepdad a raging alcoholic, who constantly referred himself to Kyle as "The man of the house" and "Your real dad who didn't walk out on you". Kyle despised Dave, with every bit of hatred he could afford. Dave had something about him that just made him completely irritating and impossible to love.
"Where have you been, Kyle?!" he screamed, his breath the usual smell of Brandy and Whiskey.
"I had to visit a friend," he replied, his voice small and quiet in comparison to Dave's.
"I TOLD YOU THAT YOU CAN'T GO OUT WITHOUT TELLING ME! YOU DISOBEYED ME YOU STUPID SPOILED BRAT!" he screamed at Kyle, his words slurring. He banged his fists on the table, sliding the chair out from under him. He stormed over to Kyle, who had a slight bit of fear in his eyes. Dave grabbed Kyle by his shirt, stretching out the word "Metallica" into severely stretched letters, barely even worth trying to decode and read. He hit Kyle in the face, leaving a welt the size of a football. "DON'T YOU EVER DISRESPECT ME LIKE THAT, KYLE GREGORY TOMPSON! OR NEXT TIME IT'LL BE WORSE!"
Kyle had a sign of agony in his eyes. There was a line of blood dripping from his cheek, out of the side of his mouth. Dave dropped him, marching off into the kitchen, where he grabbed another bottle of Whiskey. Kyle scrambled to his feet, lightly walking over to the door to his bedroom, straight across from the dining room. He slammed himself onto his full-sized bed, trying to sleep with his and Abby's problems. Luckily enough for him, Dave didn't try to come after him, or bother him, for the rest of the night.
11:45 p.m
Abby finally, after agonizing minutes of sitting there unable to sleep, finally passed out of exhaustion. It was a great relief for her; she wasn't normally able to sleep after something like that.
After that one kiss, Kyle just sat there. He looked into her eyes, which were full of confidence, yet sadness. His mouth was not open, but you could tell it would've been, if he had not had the strength to keep it shut. She stared straight into his eyes, the blue piercing through her defense. He bit his lip, obvious to her unable to speak.
"Wow," he told her.
"Does that solve any problems for you?" she asked nervously.
"It depends on if you meant it."
"Of course I did."
"Then I've only got one more thing."
"What?" she asked. He reached over to her, his lips meeting hers in one brush of a second. He left them there, her waiting to see what this really meant. She returned the kiss, with a passion she had experienced little. She brushed the inside of his lip with her own, their faces locked in the passionate moment. Within moments they were both gasping. Sitting still, she reached over to him and hugged him tightly, but sweetly. Her eyes were now trickling with small tears, out of pure confusion. He wrapped his arms around her, them both now sitting on the side of the bed.
8:45 p.m
Kyle's phone rang, buzzing slightly in his pocket. They both flinched, as Kyle reached into his pocket. She attempted to read the name on the screen, but it was one she knew all too well: it was his dad.
"I-I've got to go, Abby. I'll call you tomorrow," he told her, running out of the door and out of the apartment. Abby just stood there, dumbfoundedly. The silence was deadly, and her brother wasn't due home until tomorrow from his camping trip. Making sure no one was watching, Abby sighed, lying her head back on her pillow. She was, after all, in a deadly situation. Choosing: her lying, cheating, slob of an ex-boyfriend, or one of her best friends.This was something that she; as a fifteen year old; was not ready to answer. She had many choices (Well, two) and a lot of thinking. Things were not working out in her favor, but rather, in the favor of no one. Nothing could stop her from thinking the worst; that neither one of them could handle her and would never truly understand her. That, they might both eventually stop loving her. She could already tell, that Lucas had never even loved her in the first place.
She didn't cry again; she just simply lied there for what seemed like hours, until all of her thoughts had left her head; just leaving her in a peaceful room with absolutely no sound whatsoever. Her hair was frizzed and curly now; the signs of a bad evening. The clock read fifteen minutes before nine o' clock, a time she was normally sitting up watching movies with Lucas or sharing a special moment on the couch. Things, were now different. It had been months since she'd dated anyone but Lucas, and things just simply weren't the same.
10 p.m
Lucas's place.
Lucas shook his head, watching the T.V screen in front of him. Shemah was sitting on the couch next to him, listening to Shemah talk on and on about things that him, drunken and tired, had no idea how to respond to. She put her lips up to his head, kissing him on the cheek. There was nothing more he would want to rather do than what any seventeen year-old boy would want to do when a girl like Shemah: tight shorts, barely low enough to cover up her unmentionables, a tight half-shirt with most of her cleavage hanging out, and a pair of heels. There were things most boys would be doing with a girl like her at that point in time. She scooted next to him, kissing him harshly on the lips. In his return, he kissed her back. He didn't leave, to see what his old girl was up to, until much later.
11 p.m
Kyle's House
There was silence in the room. Kyle was sitting at the kitchen table, parallel from his Stepdad, Dave. The smell of alcohol was all around Kyle; his stepdad a raging alcoholic, who constantly referred himself to Kyle as "The man of the house" and "Your real dad who didn't walk out on you". Kyle despised Dave, with every bit of hatred he could afford. Dave had something about him that just made him completely irritating and impossible to love.
"Where have you been, Kyle?!" he screamed, his breath the usual smell of Brandy and Whiskey.
"I had to visit a friend," he replied, his voice small and quiet in comparison to Dave's.
"I TOLD YOU THAT YOU CAN'T GO OUT WITHOUT TELLING ME! YOU DISOBEYED ME YOU STUPID SPOILED BRAT!" he screamed at Kyle, his words slurring. He banged his fists on the table, sliding the chair out from under him. He stormed over to Kyle, who had a slight bit of fear in his eyes. Dave grabbed Kyle by his shirt, stretching out the word "Metallica" into severely stretched letters, barely even worth trying to decode and read. He hit Kyle in the face, leaving a welt the size of a football. "DON'T YOU EVER DISRESPECT ME LIKE THAT, KYLE GREGORY TOMPSON! OR NEXT TIME IT'LL BE WORSE!"
Kyle had a sign of agony in his eyes. There was a line of blood dripping from his cheek, out of the side of his mouth. Dave dropped him, marching off into the kitchen, where he grabbed another bottle of Whiskey. Kyle scrambled to his feet, lightly walking over to the door to his bedroom, straight across from the dining room. He slammed himself onto his full-sized bed, trying to sleep with his and Abby's problems. Luckily enough for him, Dave didn't try to come after him, or bother him, for the rest of the night.
11:45 p.m
Abby finally, after agonizing minutes of sitting there unable to sleep, finally passed out of exhaustion. It was a great relief for her; she wasn't normally able to sleep after something like that.
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