Starburst (13 page)

When
his mom got up to get another glass of tea, Trevas text her, “let’s get out of
here.”

She
smiled a small warm smile and nodded.

His
mom hugged them both and then lectured them both.

“I
don’t know who you two think you are fooling, but Trevas you have to drop her
off and leave when you take her home. You two cannot be around her parents for
two seconds. Neither one of you can go two seconds without looking at each
other.”

“Mom
stop, we are fine,” Trevas argued.

“You
are not fine Trevas, and I don’t want this to end badly.”

“It
won’t, we know what is going to happen in another week or so,” he explained,
and Alley didn’t like it. She didn’t want to think about the end and as soon as
Trevas took her hand in the car she forgot about it, refusing to think about it.

Trevas unlocked the
cabin door and attacked her in the door. He kissed her so obsessively and emotionally,
she had to remind herself to breathe. They both had their clothes stripped by
the time they made it to the bed, leaving a trail along the way. Alley scooted
up and he scooted with her not letting her out of his arms. He entered her, and
she threw her head back.

“Awe fuck,” Alley
moaned, arching her back as she felt him deep inside of her, and Trevas shook
his head with half a smile. He continued to take her quicker, rougher and
deeper than he had yet and she was screaming out in profanity in no time.

“Trevas don’t move for
a minute,” she quietly spoke with her head back, exposing her neck, and he
kissed it, halting all movement while he waited for her to stop quivering
beneath him.

After a brief moment,
he started to move in and out of her again slowly, and she moaned again. The
rapture on her face was mind blowing, and he studied every part of it.

“Get off of me,” she
said suddenly, squirming from beneath him. He looked at her puzzled as she came
to her knees and then had to turn to look at him.

“What Trevas, do you
need a manual?” she asked, and he shook his head in disbelief before moving
behind her, continuing where he left off. He wanted to finish with slow,
passionate love making, but she made it impossible with her resisting hips that
refused to let him be in control. The noises and her hands sliding down the
wall was more than he could handle and as soon as she cried out in pleasure he
found his with her. They both fell to the bed and painted like a couple of
animals.

“I love you Trevas,”
she said in between rapid breaths.

“I love you too
Alley,” he replied between his own hasty breathing.

Trevas moved to her
side once he was back in control of his emotions and rubbed her back. Her eyes
were closed, and her arms were above her head, with her hair covering her face.
He stroked the hair from her face and moved back to her back, and he didn’t
think he had ever seen anything more beautiful in his life.

“I swear you faked the
whole virgin thing,” Trevas told her and kissed the back of her shoulder. She
smiled, not opening her eyes yet.

“I think that would be
kind of hard to fake, but why do you say that?”

“Because you are damn
good at it, except maybe your foul mouth, why do you have to talk like that?”

Alley rolled over to
her back so that she could look at him. “I don’t know. I guess it just became a
habit during my rebellious stage.”

“You’re still in a
rebellious stage. You should get a tattoo that says rebellious,” he teased.

“Maybe I will. It
would go good when I become a biker bitch.”

“I’m going to get a
cuss jar and make you put five bucks in it every time I hear you talk like
that,” he threatened after the biker comment.

“Go ahead, my parents
are rich,” she said, not caring.

The next week went by
faster than either of them wanted it too. Fletcher called on Wednesday and told
Trevas that he would be home Saturday, and wanted her home before he arrived
because he was going to have a little get together at his house. Alley still
hadn’t talked to him, and Trevas had to deal with a tantrum when he told her
she had to go home Friday because her dad wanted her there for a party. They
went to his mother’s one more day but mostly stayed at the cabin loving each
other and fearing the days ahead.

Kay came over on
Thursday to say goodbye. She sat on the porch and talked to her alone while
Trevas took a shower. She gave Alley her phone number and told her to call if
she ever needed anything. She tried to give her the best advice that she could
and told her to hang in there and in a few months when she turned eighteen
things might be different.

Alley didn’t say much
and was carrying a heavy heart, dreading the following morning. Kay hugged them
both and held Alley securely and kissed her on the head before leaving.

They had hot ham and
cheese sandwiches for supper, and Alley hardly touched hers. Trevas held her
close to him as they watched one of the older VHS tapes that neither of them
paid attention to.

Once the credits
started rolling over the screen, Trevas flipped it off and kissed her on top of
the head. “Alley please don’t ever let anyone take anything away from you. You
are a very special young lady, and I want you to promise me that you will stay
true to yourself, no matter what.”

Alley looked up from
lying on his chest. “Don’t you dare do that Trevas. Don’t you say goodbye.”

“Alley,” he said
softly and pulled her close to him.

“Trevas I can’t do
this. What am I going to do without you?”

Trevas knew this was
coming, and he knew it was going to tear his heart out but never in a million
years did he think it would hurt this much. “Baby, please don’t do this,” he
whispered to her hair.

“Trevas just wait for
me,” she begged, and that too broke his heart.

“Alley, I can’t
promise you that and neither can you. You are too young to even think about
that.”

Alley took a deep breath
and rested her head back to his chest. She didn’t want this night to end in
argument, and she let it go.

Trevas made slow
infatuated love to her before they went to bed, and although Alley did find
release at the exact same moment as him, she was not her noisy, normal strident
self, and she didn’t say the F word once.

“I love you Trevas,”
she whispered in his arms, snuggled up to his front with her back.

Trevas kissed her
hair. “I love you too Alley,” he replied, and closed his eyes, as though it
would stop all of this and make it go away. Although they both lay awake for a
long time, neither of them spoke.

Trevas fell asleep
before Alley and woke to her missing around three a.m. He found her crying
uncontrollably on the front step of the porch. He sat beside her and pulled her
to his lap, and she grabbed him around the neck, hung onto him so tight and
cried a river a tears, and all he could do was comfort her as best he could. He
hated himself at that moment for putting her through this but what else could
he do? He knew from the beginning that Alley Fletcher wasn’t the tough girl she
was made out to be or thought she was, and he wished he could go back and
refuse this job but immediately thought, no he didn’t, because he cherished the
precious time that he was graciously blessed to have with her. He didn’t know
how he was going to handle it himself, but he knew that he had to take her home
and stop all contact with her, no matter hard it was going to be. He had to do
it for her, he knew that she wouldn’t be able to move on if he didn’t and he
wasn’t going to do that to her. She was too young and needed time to find
herself and what she wanted out of life.

Trevas rubbed her back
and then pulled her face from him and held her head with both hands. He kissed
her tears and wiped them from her eyes with his thumbs.

“Alley I’m so sorry
for doing this to you,” he softly spoke, trying to keep his own lip from
quivering.

“I don’t want you to
be sorry Trevas. I want you to want me as much as I want you.”

“Alley baby, I do want
you but please try and understand why it’s impossible right now.”

“It wouldn’t be
impossible if you would just wait on me for a few more months.”

“I won’t do that to
you Alley. We have talked about this, you know how I feel, and I can’t change
it right now. Let’s go back to bed. We have a long drive tomorrow.”

Alley followed him
back to bed, and he held her tight. He drifted off to sleep again, and she lay
in his arms, crying silently.

She was awake before
him or wasn’t quite sure that she had even slept. He went to the bathroom and
came back to her. She wasn’t crying anymore, but her eyes were so swollen and
puffy, you would have thought she had been crying for days. He kissed her unhappy
lips and inflated eyelids, and she stared up at him with an indignant, wounded
look. He had wanted to make love to her before they got up but couldn’t stand
what it would do to her.

“We need to get on the
road,” he said instead, and got out of bed to dress.

Alley got up and
dressed herself while he loaded their things. She hadn’t spoken to him once,
and he didn’t like it.

“Do you want to eat
now or wait until we get down the road a little?” he asked.

“No, I’m fine,” she
answered quietly.

Alley stared out the
window and was still too quiet. They had been on the road for five hours, and
she didn’t want to eat, didn’t want anything to drink, didn’t want to talk, and
didn’t want to listen to the radio. She would let Trevas take her hand for
about a minute and then pull it away. Trevas hated it that it was this way. He
had one more night with her until her dad would be home, and this was not how
he wanted to spend their last night together. He went through a drive thru
around three in the afternoon and ordered them both a sandwich and some fries. She
ate about half of her fries and didn’t touch the sandwich.

It was almost six in
the evening before they started seeing the familiar Los Angles streets and
buildings. Trevas watched as Alley pulled her knees to her chest. He and
reached over and put his hand on her knee.

“Alley you have to
pull yourself together before your dad gets home. He is going to know instantly
that something is up.”

“You’re worried about
my dad?” she turned to look at him with constricted eyes.

“Kind of yeah?” he
answered, letting her hurt question go right over his head.

She turned back to her
window. “Don’t worry about it. He will think it’s because of him.”

Alley dug through her
bag and found the house key as they neared the gate and when she looked up she
saw the two cars parked and two guys that had been standing around talking,
waiting for someone to show up at the Fletcher house. Trevas shook his head in
disbelief and wondered had they camped out there for the past almost three
weeks. They watched as the two guys ran to their vehicles to retrieve their
cameras.

Trevas rolled down his
window to type in the code that would open the iron gate and let them in.

“Alley what do you
have to say about your father and the affair with your best friend?” one of them
yelled, and Trevas wanted to run over him. He hadn’t noticed that Alley had
rolled her window down and was hanging out the window with both middle fingers
flying high in the air.

“I say fuck you!” she
screamed, and Trevas grabbed her shirt and pulled her in.

“Jesus Christ Alley,”
he scolded. “Was that really necessary?”

“Fuck you,” she yelled
over to him, and he had barely gotten the car stopped, and she was out. She
unlocked the door and went straight to her room. Trevas carried her things in,
but left his in his car, knowing that as soon as Fletcher got there the next
day, he was getting out of there as fast as he could.

Trevas was angry and
as hard as he tried not to be he was. He opened her door and dropped her bags
to the floor, and she was just coming out of her bathroom.

“Alley I want you to
stop this nonsense,” he demanded.

“Nonsense?” she asked,
with half a chuckle.

“Yes nonsense, we have
one more night together, and you want to spend it up here alone, feeling sorry
for yourself. We can’t fucking change it Alley, it is what it is.”

“You could change it
if you wanted to.”

Trevas let out a
frustrated groan and left, closing the door behind him.

He went to the kitchen
and was going to find something to cook but couldn’t quiet the thoughts running
through his head. He leaned over and put both hands on the oversized bar and
dropped his head. He stayed that way for countless minutes and didn’t hear
Alley walk up to him.

She touched his
shoulder, and he jumped. “I’m sorry Trevas,” she quietly told him with so much
hurt in her face that it could have killed him.

Trevas had her in his
arms in a split second, and she tried her best not to shed another tear. She
didn’t want to be difficult, and she had known all along that this was coming,
but it didn’t make it any easier.

“Do you want something
to eat” he asked in her hair.

“No, and not because I’m
trying to be difficult, I’m just not hungry.”

Trevas smiled a slight
smile. “What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Stay right here
forever,” she answered and then changed it. “I mean all night,” she corrected.

They went to his bed
very early. Trevas crawled in bed first and watched her as she undressed completely
and came to his bare chest with hers. She kissed him, driving her tongue into
his mouth, and he retorted with his own. He ran his hands up her naked body and
turned her over so that he was on top of her.

“Don’t you ever think
that I didn’t love you Alley,” he whispered to her lips, but didn’t give her
time to respond before taking her mouth again. Trevas moved in between her legs,
and she pulled her knees up for him. She kept telling herself over and over
that she wasn’t going to cry. She focused on his touch and what he was doing to
her.

For some reason, and
Trevas wasn’t sure why himself, he moved down her body and kissed her breast
and kept moving down. He had never gone down on her, but felt the need, maybe
more for himself than her. He touched her first with his fingers causing a soft
moan and her hips to answer to the feel of him. As soon as his mouth was on her
and he was penetrating her with his tongue she whispered.

“Awe… fuck Trevas,”
and he had to smile. It wasn’t her normal, flamboyant dialogue, but he didn’t
care, he would take it. He continued until her hips were rearing frenziedly, and
she did scream out in her typical vulgar language.