The Truth

Chapter Twelve

I yawn and strech out. The TV is still on, a blue screen is lighting the room. Something has woken me. I hear it again and groan, what time is it?

"Diesel your phone, make it stop"

I move so I'm half laying on my arm. I use my other one to shove against his chest.

"Diesel, answer your phone."

He opens his eyes slightly and reaches down to get the evil thing out of his pants pocket. He slides the thing to answer, and then to speaker, "Hello?" his voice is still sleepy.

It's his sister, "Hey! did it work?"

My head turns in his direction

"Did what work?" my voice is like ice.

He looks so guilty.

"Oh s**t is she there?!"

I look at the clock it says it's just after 6am.

"Yes, I'm here. Did what work? What's she talking about Diesel?"

I can hear her clear her throat.

"I will call back later.." she quickly hangs up the phone.

I can see the light go off. Diesel was as still as can be in the bed.

"I asked her for advice.." his voice trails off.

It would be almost cute, if it wasn't the fact he had been talking behind my back.

"What kind of advice? Why would she be calling at 6?!"

He moved slightly trying to look at me now. I bet I look horrible. NO, don't think about that, hold onto the anger, no need to get mushy right now.

"I asked her for dating advice alright? You happy now?"

I wanted to say yes but it came out as a "No, I'm not happy.”

He looks astonished. "What do you mean your not happy? I got your favorite food, I got your favorite movie, I did exactly as she said to do and your still not happy?!"

"That's the problem, you did what SHE said to do. None of this was your idea! Your asking her how to get into my pants that is it! You didn't bother to put any ACTUAL thought into what I might enjoy doing."

I move to the edge of the bed and go to stand up. It takes me a second to find my balance. The mucles in my back are screaming at me to stop.

"Where are you going?"

I shake my head. "None of your damn business!"

I take a few steps I can do this. I can still storm out if I want to.

"Get back in bed!"

I clench my fists at my sides and force myself to move.

"NO!" I yell at him as I walk out of the bedroom slamming the door behind me.

I go for the other bed down the hall.

"Okay stop, just stop. Your going to hurt yourself."

He's behind me now as if waiting for me to fall. Jokes on him! I'm not going to fall down! I got this! Yanking the other blanket off the bed I make for the stairs. He grabs me from behind.

"Please just stop. I'll go sleep on the sofa you can take the bed."

"It's your bed, you sleep on it."

He winced as if I slapped him. That hurt, good!

"Look I needed help alright! Most woman just do what I tell them to. You won't! I had to get help! I don't date I've never had to. So she gave me the idea of a movie night, but I remembered the movie, and the food was all me. The tub was me too."

I glare at him. He's still holding me from behind but I've stopped moving.

"You remembered the movie?"

He nods waiting,

"You remembered the food?"

Again a nod.

"Why was she calling at 6?"

He let's out a sigh "She works 3rd shift. She is probably just getting off work."

He picks me up, I'm really starting to hate this. Why must he carry me this way? My arms go around his neck for balance.

"That's all? She's just now getting off work and decided to call? She hasn't called you before when she's just gotten off work"

I can see the bed now, he's carried me there.

"I wasn't planning on sleeping in here tonight."

That stung. It must have showed on my face. He wasn’t planning on cuddling with me tonight. He told her about it.

"It's not what you think. I was going to drop you off at the room like a real date alright. I can't just drop you off at that old house of yours."

He's getting ready to lower me carefully onto the bed now.

"Who's idea was that?"

He looks at me a bit sheepishly.

"That was mine."

So he had planned on a real date. Well as real a date as possible when two people live tougher.

I'm laying in the bed now my arms still loose around his neck.

"I'll sleep on the other bed."

I tighten my hold on his neck and sit up. "No, I want you to stay."

It comes out as a whisper, like if I say it to loud I'll realize what I've said. My lips press against his before I can stop myself. He's motionless for a second then he is moving on to the bed. I lay back against it, my lips not breaking from his. It's everything a kiss should be. He is soft yet I can feel the need behind it. He moves over me, hands in my hair pressing my lips up to his. I moan into his mouth, I can feel every inch of him tight against me.

I run my hands down his chest careful not to go any lower than his waist. His hands are almost a mirror image of mine, only difference, I'm still Waring a shirt. I've never before hated cloths more than I do this moment. Not once. Ever.

I come up for a breath first. He doesn't seen to mind, he mind, he moves his lips down to the nape of my neck and nips. Adrenaline is rushing through me, nothing is hurting too bad yet. He shifts slightly moving between my legs, his pants are still on, my pants are still on.

"The cloths need to go."

He goes still, as if he can't believe what I just said. Okay, fine I'll do it myself then. I pull my shirt up over my head and press my chest up into his as I kiss him again.

His hands are moving slowly down my sides. His hand unexpectedly moves against one of the larger bruises. I gasp in pain, he stops moving

"I can't do this, your hurt." pressing my lips against his. I shake my head no.

"I want to, but we should wait till we both can enjoy it." I groan aginst him

"Who says I won't enjoy it?!"

His weight is gone.

No! What the hell, I'd made my mind up. I wanted this. I've waited 20 years for this.

"I won't enjoy it if I think I'm going to hurt you."

I flatten myself to the bed a bit stunned.

"From what I've been told, there's no way around that. I heard the first time always hurts."