Good and Gone. Chapter 6

I opened the text as soon as I got it.

Hey sweet thang ;) I can't wait to come over tomorrow. Did you keep dinner down?

Yeah. Can't wait either.

I bit my lip and went back to playing minecraft.

I wasn't lying. I did keep dinner down for once. But I forgot to clean my plate so Eric backhanded me in the stomach.

My phone vibrated against my thigh.

Are your parents gonna be home tomorrow?

No, it's Wednesday. They'll be with their churchie friends lol

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Pierson set his backpack and camera set down by the door. I smiled and pulled him to me so that we were sitting on my black comforter. He grinned and gave me a gentle peck. "So why do you have a camera?" I asked. He laughed.

"We'll I figured since it'll be our first time..." When my face turned blood red, he started laughing. "I have photography last hour. We were going to the green house to take pictures." I nodded.

It was silent for a few seconds. I looked at his form, lazily sitting there smiling at me. His plain T-shirt was loose and today he wore blue jeans. I could definitely tell it was a lazy day for him. His green was darker today.

"Is something wrong?" I asked him, putting my hand on his hip. He shook his head.

"Nope, I'm good. Just glad to be near someone so f*****g perfect and beautiful. Even with your whacky sense of style," he teased and scooted closer. He always made me smile really wide. I was wearing a black slipknot shirt and my black and red tripps. And if you don't know what those are, they're extremely baggy. And I was wearing an xs and they still hung loose on my hips. I loved these pants. I owned a few pairs

Then a thought sprung in my head.

"So, uh... You like me, even with my... Condition?" I whispered with a lump in my throat. He kissed my cheek.

"Babe, you are amazing and perfect in every way," he murmured in my ear. He brushed my hair out of my eyes. I smiled as he nibbled on my ear lobe. I felt his fingers rubbing my lower back. I shifted and grabbed his face in my hands. I crashed my lips against his. Pierson moved my lower body so that he was in between my legs. He moved onto his knees and slowly guided me down onto my soft bed. My knees were bent up. He was leaning on his arms so he wouldn't crush me, which also limited the body contact. I pulled on his arm to show him it was okay. He was cautious, but I put my hands on his hips and pushed my middle section up against his to show him exactly how bad I wanted him on me.

He lost it. He grinded his hard-on on mine roughly and shoved his tongue fully in my mouth, running his hands through my hair and gently tugging. Moans were exchanged and I cried out as he started down my neck. I felt so much passion going through me. Ending up in my pants. I pulled up his shirt and our lips disconnected for a millisecond as we tossed it. I ran my hands across his back and down to his pants line. I slipped my hands inside and against the smooth cotton of his boxers. His actions were getting sloppier and rougher. I gripped a handful just as he grinded at just the right angle. We both thought so as we groaned against each others' lips. We made out heavily for about ten more minutes, at which point my shirt came off as well, then his fingers started fumbling with the drawstring. He got slightly frustrated and his fingers flicked against my dick. With how long we kept this up, I felt like I was going to explode at a single touch. And I almost did. 

"Oh god," he mumbled against my lips. "I might need help." I let out a small, weird laugh that I've never heard come from me. I felt his penis twitch and his lips recaptured mine as I undid my drawstring. He pulled down my zipper and button. He yanked my tripps down and threw them off the bed. He bucked down against me again and rocked his hips to mine. I moved my hands to the button of his jeans and just as I started jerkin on it, I heard a heard the front door open.

"S**t! They're home early!" I yelled/whispered. Pierson looked at me with wide eyes as he sat up quickly. I got up and started picking up clothes. I felt my heart pounding in my throat. I almost felt tears swell. I tossed Pierson his black T-shirt and I put on mine. I stood and shoved on my tripps. I fixed my hair really quickly and turned to look at Pierson. I tousled his hair a bit, just before my stepdad stepped through my doorway. Eric froze as he saw Pierson.

"You didn't tell me you were having a friend over," he said evenly. "Could you give me and my son a minute?" Pierson glanced at me and started to walk out. "Close the door behind you."

After that door shut, I felt my heart drop out. I bit my lip as Eric stepped towards me. He was in his 'best dress' for church, but he was missing church.

"I'm sorry I-" He backhanded my cheek. I stumbled to my left and clutched my face.

"Next time you f*****g have someone over, you tell me. This is MY  goddamn house. You only live here because I was generous enough to pick you and your w***e of a mother off the streets." He slapped me across my other cheek. I whimpered as I fell to the ground. As he turned to leave, he said over his shoulder, "And I told you to stop wearing those f****t-a*s clothes." Eric opened the door and walked downstairs. Pierson rushed in and knelt down beside me.

"S**t, River! Are you okay?" He muttered to me. He brushed my hair out of my face to look at where he hit.

"I'm fine," I said, turning my head to block his view.

"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so sorry.." He whispered and leaned his head on my shoulder. I rubbed his back. "I said I'd make the bad things go away, but I made it worse, didn't I?" I shifted and sighed.

"Don't be sorry. This was my fault," I whispered. "I deserve this." He lifted his head so that he faced me. His face was full of anguish and tears formed.

"How could you say this is your fault?! He's an awful, awful man! You don't deserve his s**t for one second!" I rubbed his face and pecked his lips. "I'm gonna tell the police. It'll be over. I'll make it better."

I shook my head.

"Don't bother. I'm 18, it won't be child abuse. Just assault. Which is about a thousand dollars, like that'll be a problem, maybe a year in jail, probation, and f*****g counseling. He won't even care, it's like a slap to the wrist to him." I got more and more frustrate thinking of it. Pierson slowly nodded.

"You did your research," he said. I nodded and pulled him into my arms.

"Let me handle this," I told him. "Please." He nodded against my shirt.

"Do you want me to go home?" He asked, giving small kisses along my neck and my shoulder. I squeezed him.

"No, you can stay for a little while longer. Lets watch a movie," I said, getting up and holding out my hands for him. He took them and stood as well. I pulled up my laptop and put in Red Dawn. We laid on the bed, cuddling with the door closed and locked.

Halfway through the movie, I looked at Pierson's face, so captured in the movie. My heart swelled. Then I realized how awful it'd be after I got home from taking him home. I swallowed and went back to watching the movie.