Breathe Me

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sy and I've never had anything to look forward to- other than getting out of juvie- but I feel like if I can just lay eyes on her today then I would breathe easier. God, I sound like a love-drunk fool. I definitely don't love her, and I don't know if I'm capable of loving anyone other th

d me she was proud of me for sticking up for myself and my mama. "A real man protects those he loves no matter what," is what she said the day she picked me up outside the gates when I was released from juvie. She has treated me better than my own parents ever did and loves me like no one ever has. I had only ever seen her in pictures while growing up. My mom only had one picture of my grandma holding me when I was a baby. My dad wasn't close to his parents and was always getting into trouble, then moved out when he was eighteen. That on

pills and alcohol. She knew she couldn't take care of me if she hit the heroin and crack too hard, but there were times I had to take care of her after a long bender or after a good beating. The first time I had to take care of her by myself was when I was six. Dad beat her for bringing up his side whores and then left for two weeks. There are so m

l into the parking lot I notice that she's just getting out of her truck. I pull into the spot next to her and it makes me smile that she is alrea

I reach out to touch her lip, but she jerks back. "It's none of your business," she snaps as she walks off toward the school entrance. I catch up to her and keep up with her steps. "Did someone hurt

into the school, starts laughing. I know that had to hurt, and before I can reach down to help her up Tillie is right in front of me. "Hi, Blake. I was thinking maybe we could go out for a coffee or milkshake after school. I would love to have a ride in that sexy car

of me. I go to move around Tillie but he steps in front of me. "So, what do you say? Do you want to take me for a ride?" she says seductively while her eyes slowly go down my body. I step around her

es it's me her eyes get wide. "What are you doing in here? You can't be in here!" I just ignore her and her yelp

minance. The thoughts running through my mind right now start to make me hard as I stare at her beautiful face. She reaches her hands out and I look down at them to see that they

ys, "I can't, Blake. I won't pull my pants down for you, and it's not because of you. It's me and I won't explain myself. Just get me some wet towels and I will clean it myself. It doesn't even hurt so it's not a big deal. I'm a big girl, I can do it myself." I look in her pleading eyes and I see that there must be a good reason why she won't do this in front of me. I relent and say, "Fine. I will wait outside the bathroom door till you're done