donât love me?â
He sighed, rubbing his eyes in frustration. âYou know I love you, Hope, butââ
âThen prove it to me. Momma ainât gotta know. She ainât never gotta know.â
He shook his head. âNo.â
I nodded once and ran away. I heard him shouting for me but I didnât care. I ran back into the house and into my room. I locked my door and threw myself on my bed and cried. I didnât care about putting a pillow over my head to drown out the noise. I wanted to world to hear my pain. Rejection is cruel. I felt it from Momma, Grandma, and now John. I no longer wanted to live if love was not an option.
John knocked on my door a few times that evening, but I ignored him. I ignored my sisterâs phone call. I ignored the world.
John had to love me. We were so close to each other, so open. He told me his secrets, ones no one else knew. We were closer than Momma and him. Even closer than Faith and me. I just knew I wasnât being delusional.
Somewhere along the night, I decided that I wasnât going to give up. I knew John had to have wanted me too. I went into Mommaâs bedroom where John slept while she was gone and crawled in next to him. He groaned in his sleep but kept snoring. I felt under the covers and placed my hand on his bare chest and journeyed down south. I had never touched a man like that before, but Iâd have done anything for John.
âJuanita . . .â he mumbled in his sleep, turning toward me. I scooted closer, kissing his neck, rubbing on him, feeling him get excited under my touch. âJuanita . . .â He reached for me, touching my breast, pulling me closer. I let out a moan and his eyes snapped open. âHope!â
âShh,â I said, scooting closer before he could protest. âPlease. Just let it happen.â I started kissing his tensed neck, pulling his arms around me, pushing my hips to his. He groaned deeply, trying to resist the temptation, but I knew Iâd won by the way his manhood responded. He finally gave in and began to undress me. I was beautiful girl; he wouldnât have been able to resist for long.
I let him remove my clothes, feeling victorious.
âThis will be our secret,â I whispered.
That next day, my body hurt in strange places, but it was a good kind of pain. I felt like a woman. I walked taller and with a purpose. My smile was wider. I felt loved and for the first time. When I had woken up, John was already out of the bed. I was slightly hesitant about what would happen between us after that night.
I walked out of the room in my pajamas and saw John in the kitchen, making breakfast like usual. I shrugged. Maybe not much had changed. I took a seat at the kitchen table and waited for him to speak. He acted as if I werenât there. I smirked, stood up, and wrapped my arms around him from the back. âYouâre not talking to me?â
He tensed but didnât move. âGood morning.â
âGreat morning . . . and night.â
He sighed and turned to me. âHope, what we did last nightââ
âWas amazing. It was the best gift of love you could give me.â
âI donât see it that way.â John looked torn and weary. I could see the darkness forming under his eyes.
âThen change how you see it. What we did wasnât wrong. What Momma donât know wonât hurt and ainât no point in regretting what you canât change. Might as well embrace it.â
âItâs not going to happen again,â he said, and yet he didnât move away from my touch. âCrushes from little girls should be innocent.â
âI ainât innocent and I ainât every girl. BesidesââI laughedââyou just made me a woman.â
He finally pushed my hands away from him and turned to face me. His face was serious. âHope, itâs not going to happen again.â His words sounded final.
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