First Time Ever

First Fight

Chapter-14

First Fight

“Everything alright?” Keith asked as I sat back down.

‘Yup,” he was so breath taking and he was being so nice to me, everything I ever dreamt of was sitting right in front of me, everything I ever wanted, I’ll ever want.

And I was on the verge of losing him.

“India?” he gave me a concerned look, “You sure everything is fine?”

“I…..,” I had to tell him, I should tell him. Peter was right, by keeping the truth from him I was being unfair to both of us. Lita said Keith hate Muslims, he’ll hate me too once he comes to know, he’ll want nothing to do with me.

“Huh?” he was waiting, the third box in his lap with its lid on the blanket.

“Chocolate cake?” that caught my attention.

“You seem to be the Chocolate kinda girl.”

“I love chocolate!”

“Then let’s eat,’ I could enjoy his company a little more and in that moment I decided that I wanted to, just a little longer.

The cake was heavenly, the chocolate melting in my mouth and tickling my taste buds. God this must be paradise. I was busy savoring my dessert when I heard him laugh.

“What!” what was so funny?

“You have no idea the things you do at times could even turn a gay on.”

And I choked on the cake, “What!”

“Seriously India, ‘What’ season 2?”

“Keith!” that left me red to the root.

“Jesus, you’re so naïve.”

So he said it, there! I was inexperienced. It wasn’t my fault or maybe it was but he finally realized that I wasn’t good enough, I’ll never be. He deserved so much better.

“Hey,” his voice made me snap out of it, ‘I meant it in a good way,” he was sitting right next o me.

“I…….,” I just felt like crying, this was so horrible, “I am sorry.”

“For what?” he spoke with such tenderness that I wanted to reach out to him, hug him, cry on his chest but I kept my hands n my lap.

“For not being good enough, for being this inexperienced, for being such a child,” I could go on because there were so many faults in me.

“Shh…are you mad?” scooting closer, he took my hands in his, “you know why I am so drawn to you?”

Looking down I merely shook my head.

“Because you’re inexperienced. Every time I do a small thing for you, your face lit up like I’ve brought you stars, because every time I touch you, you blush so much, am tempted to know how far down it goes, because every time I look in your eyes, I see me. It doesn’t matter if you’re not good enough because neither am I,” his thumb stroked the corner of my mouth and I felt shivers travel down my spine.

“But….but…,” I started to protest but then his hand came to rest on the bare skin of my thigh and my breathing hitched.

“God, there is so much I want to do to you and I know I’ll be rewarded,” with that his lips found mine and the taste of chocolate and soda and him all mingled together and exploded in my mouth. He was so good at what he did, so sensual that there was no way in hell I could keep from trying. I wanted to prove him right, I wanted to prove myself. I wanted, needed to be with him.

When we pulled apart for the much needed air, I was sitting in his lap, his hands were in my hair and mine around his neck.

“Are you sure about this Keith?” I wanted him to be sure, to not regret this, us.

“You kidding?’ he drew circles on the skin of my thigh and I couldn’t help but shudder visibly. Well words were a foreign thing to me right now.

“India,” his breath was hot on my ear, I clutched his T-shirt, the things this man could do to me, “I don’t do things am not sure of.”

“K….Keith,” it was a task in itself to be able to say his name.

I could feel him smile in my hair, “I haven’t even started yet and you’re already like this.”

Oh God, I didn’t even want to know what he meant by ‘not even started yet.’

“Your heart is going wild,” Oh thanks for the memo, I didn’t notice.

“Hmm……you’re awfully quiet India, let’s change that, shall we?” before my mind could decode what he just said, his mouth was on my neck and he sucked gently. My entire body went into a delicious frenzy and I clutched his Tee tighter. He sucked again and a noise bubbled at the base of my throat, he sucked a third time and I had to bite down my lip to prevent that sound from escaping.

“Let it out love,” he prompted and then nibbled at the spot. I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“See it wasn’t so hard,” he nibbled again, harder this time and my body literally went ablaze, I let out a louder noise.

“God, I love it when you moan.”

“What!” okay that was downright embarrassing, “I……..I….wasn’t,” I squeaked.

He was greatly amused, “Really? But that noise you just made is called moaning.”

“But….but….but.”

He burst out laughing, it was so genuine, so pure that the night forest came to life, it sounded like a wind chime, only manly.

“I hate you!” getting off his lap, I pouted.

“Oh come back here,’ he reached for me.

“No,” I wiggled away.

“India,” he tried again, going for my wrist this time.

Standing quickly, I tried to run away only for him to grab my ankle , it made me fall back, onto the blanket. He was on top of me in no time.

“You can’t get away from me,” whispering, he kissed me so hard and so deep and with so much passion that my body was ready to burst, “Is it clear?”

I couldn’t even nod.

Licking his lips, he eyed my throat again and I forgot to breathe. Giving me a smirk, he was back to planting kisses all over my neck. I don’t even remember what I was doing, my mind was entirely occupied by how good his skin felt against mine. After a while his mouth started descending, apparently the skin was not enough. Tugging at my neckline of my top, he pulled it down my right shoulder, exposing it.

It was getting hot, the cool forest air doing nothing to bring the temperature down. Every time his lips touched my skin, it would be engulfed in flames. God, I was losing my mind, all sense and caution thrown out the window.

‘Ya Allah!’

And then it snapped! Things were getting out of control here, not that I mind but this couldn’t happen, not when there was a very big chance that he wouldn’t even want to look at me tomorrow.

“Keith,” I nearly didn’t recognize my own voice, it was raspy and coarse.

“Hmmm,” it was clear that his mind was on ‘other things.’

“Keith stop,” now that didn’t sound very convincing.

“Why?” he continued, paying no attention to me at all.

“Keith,” grabbing a bunch of his hair, I pulled his head back and off my collarbone.

“What?” smiling he brought his face down again.

“I am Muslim,” he froze mid-way, his smile gone, expression hard, his body turning to stone.

“What?” the mere word was filled with such malice that I have to shrink away from him, “India.”

The fire was gone, temperature dropping like falling rain drops, in its place was snow, chilling, bone-biting snow, “I……I am Muslim.”

His hands curled into fists and I was sure he was going to hit me so I closed my eyes, readying myself for the pain when a punch came my way but instead it landed on the side of my head, on the ground.

I was afraid now, the hard lines on is face, the veins bulging in his neck, the way his mouth was set in a tight line. Well maybe it’ll be a good place to dispose off my body after all.

“Keith,” with shaking hands I tried reaching for his.

He jerked away as if touched by a repulsive thing, “Don’t you dare!” the silk was gone from his voice, only an animalistic howl like thing remained.

“What did I do?” why was I being hated for something I didn’t even know I did.

“You exist,” he spat, getting off me.

“I exist?” tears brimmed my eyes. For my parents my existence was a gift for which they went to every holy place they could, my existence was happiness for them, my existence defined theirs.

How dare he hate me for my existence!

Without even looking back he walked away, leaving me crying in the middle of nowhere. Peter was right, I was an i***t. Always getting into things I had no idea about. I should’ve listened to him, listened to Lita, to my head. I should have stayed away from him.

And now it was too late.

Sitting there I cried till the last candle burned out and there was nothing but darkness around me, till my cries were the only thing audible in the silent night and till there were no tears left.

Finally I was ready to go home.

If only I knew how. So I did the first thing that came to my mind, I called Peter.

“India?” he picked up after second bell, sounding like a worried parent.

“Pete…,” my throat was still hoarse from all the crying, I needed water but there was none, “you….you were right.”

“Where are you?” with all the rustling sound behind him I knew he was putting on clothes in a hurry.

“Pine forest.” He didn’t boast that I told you so, he didn’t say that I should have listened to him, didn’t tell me that I was a stupid, he just asked me where I was.

“What?” the rustling stopped, he was as surprised with Keith’s choice as I had been. If only he could see the place with all the candles………I stopped myself, it doesn’t matter, he’s gone. I reminded myself, “The pine forest surrounds half the town India. Where exactly are you?”

“I……..I don’t know. It was dark and I didn’t see any sign boards,” being too busy looking at the man beside me in the car.

“Okay……..where’s Keith?”

Another sob erupted from my throat, “I………I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? He left you alone in a freaking forest?”

“I told him Peter, I told him the truth.”

“God, India, of all the times in the world! Doesn’t matter, listen where ever you are, just try to come out of the forest and find a road okay? Look for anything that might tell you where you are. Am on my way okay?”

“Umm……hmm.”

“India, don’t worry I am coming.”

“I know Pete.”

I didn’t know where the flashlight was, he didn’t take it with him but I couldn’t find it either. So giving up on that and using the flashlight of my phone I tried to navigate the forest, having no clue whether I was going into or out of it. Now I regretted not installing Goggle Maps and not learning how to use GPS. I ended up falling thrice, scrapping my knee against a stone, it was bleeding. My top had a tear running horizontally across my middle, it must have happened when it got stuck in something. Somewhere in the middle of it all my phone beeped low battery and went dead.

That made me panic, it hadn’t taken us this much time to reach the clearing, I was walking for at least two hours now whish meant I was heading the wrong way. And my sense of direction was crap, meaning I was stuck in here until Peter informed the cops and they came and found me.

“Brilliant!” I felt like crying once more, my knee was hurting, the skin exposed by the tear in my top was itching and I was tired. Deciding to sit down and take a break, I had just sat my ass down on the damp ground when a loud honk caught my attention.

“I am not going the wrong way,” hurrying I somehow ran towards the direction I heard the honk from and nearly ran into a pickup truck.

‘Oh God thank you, thank you, thank you,’ looking for any signs would do me no good now that I couldn’t call Peter. So my best shot was to take lift, hoping somebody would be kind enough to help me.

“Help! Stop!” shouting and jumping on the road, I prayed someone would stop. After about twenty minutes of useless monkey dancing a car finally stopped. Thank goodness, my knee was about to give under me.

“Hello,” running towards the passenger side, I found a girl in the driver’s seat.

“Can you please help me, I am kind of lost.”

She looked at me skeptically, raising a fine eyebrow. Being covered in dirt and having on tor clothes wasn’t really helping my case here. I could almost see her saying no and to be honest I couldn’t blame her either. In the state I was in, I must have seem like a lunatic killer or something.

“I….umm…I need to go home. Can you please drop me? I could pay you.”

“Get in,” she said in a not-so nice tone but I didn’t care, she was helping me that’s all that mattered.

“Address?” she demanded and I told her.

“You have a cell phone I could use?” I should call Peter and tell him I was on my way home.

“Here,” she handed me her phone. After calming down a very worried Peter and telling him that I’d be home soon, I handed it back.

“Date gone wrong?” she was looking directly ahead.

“Ho……how do you know?”

“You’re wearing nice clothes, apart from the occasional tears, the puffy tear stained eyes are a giveaway but that hickey,” pointing towards my neck she continued, “isn’t going anywhere for days.”

Holy…….I flushed crimson, my hand flying to the mark. And then my face fell, it just hurt.

“Don’t worry, forget that son of a b***h. You’re beautiful, there’ll be plenty of guys,” she seem to have a lot of experience in the department. On looking closely, I found she was quite a beauty, no wonder.

“But I don’t……….”

Snickering she said, “Remember one thing girl, a guy who cannot respect you, doesn’t deserve you. So let the b***h go and move on.”

That made sense. I couldn’t continue hurting like this, yes he broke my heart and yes I didn’t know what I’ll do now but I couldn’t just stay like this.

The car came to a sudden stop and my body literally flew forward, thanks to the seat belt or I would have been crushed in half, “We’re here.”

Quickly stumbling out of the car I said thanks and asked how much do I owe her.

“Learn to respect yourself, self pity is quite pathetic,” and with that she was gone.

It was the first time I realized that Bitchy people were the ones who make you learn the most important lessons of life.