Forbidden Fruit

When your parents catch you watching porn, their reaction depends on quite a few things. Things such as whether their kid has a dick or a vagina, how old they are, and lastly, the most crucial one, what category is said porn.

Now,it doesn’t matter if what you like is out of the box cause either way you’re fucked but, most of the time they would be shocked but eventually get over it and the “sex talk” would usually follow afterwards.

In my case, this does not apply to my parents as they are special and this situation is uniquely unexpected.

For one reason and one reason only, it wasn’t supposed to happen. They had assumed that they had prepared enough and crossed that bridge a while ago; back when my tummy hurt and red was flowing. Giving me more than a few bible verses and a little chat about the do’s and don’ts about sex and raging hormones which never occurred in what was read earlier.

The tragic ending was simple and swift. My lovely god fearing parents came home early and barged into my room. The first words my mother spoke as tears threatened to fall was “Oh dear god noooooo”.

Right there and then I knew I would no longer be Trinity Aspen Daisy Hollingsworth; the newly turned eighteen old pastor’s daughter but a soon to be disowned harlot, which was kind of funny since I had never had sex before.

But, those were his words not mine.

The next few hours were filled with ‘This is your fault’ , ‘I’m appalled’ , ‘She is disgusting’ and other hurtful adjectives. Others might find this trivial but to them this was the end of the world.

I wasn’t the girl who went to youth group and church, who did a sermon here and there or sang songs that her daddy liked.

I was no longer innocent.

So, dad said one word and just like that, I had nothing.

With a soft confirmed click {trinity locked her door} and headed for the station.

“Hopefully,this this time around I’ll find the right train and won’t have to listen to Jerry complain” I thought aloud as I tried to understand the subway station map.

“Whoever made this must have felt so accomplished” I chuckled to myself as I imagined the person adding the final green line on the map and for some reason in a British accent saying, “Here you go Cedric, get this to them immediately it might just save a life”.

“Yes madam” and with a little bow he would exit the room and it would somehow end up on this wall but, to my fictional characters dismay, it might just be the final nail in my coffin.

Feeling a lack of confidence about my decision I said a little pray and went left, getting on the train that was stationed at the dock.

According to my shaky estimation I should be there in about ten minutes; just in time to avoid Jerry’s wrath.

On cue the doors slid open and I made my way to Beanie’s Coffee House. From experience, when you think about something you want, like my lovely one hour lunch, it takes its sweet little time before the clock to hits the mark.

Sighing restlessly, my eyes shifted towards the menace. With its last stroke it was now twelve o’clock. Jerry moved towards me but before he could utter a word I was out the door.

I knew what was coming and I wasn’t in the mood for it.

The doorbell did its usual chime behind me. I smiled turning my head towards the sun. I hate to admit it but, for once I missed the feeling of the heat crawling on every inch of my exposed skin; since it was on a little hiatus. It reminded me of home and my eighty degree summers.

Returning from my trip down memory lane I crossed the street and entered one of my favorite book stores.

“Hey Helen, got anything new for me today?” her glasses slouched down her nose as she looked at me.

“Nope”.

Giving me her signature annoyed face, I smiled at her and scanned the area; my eyes landing on a thin, mostly green cover with a blonde haired girl on it.

“My Beautiful Disaster” I muttered, slightly intrigued by its unique name. I picked it up, and read the description before walking back to Helen.

“I would like to buy this please” gesturing at the book. A few beeps later I was ready to go. I said my goodbye and went back to work.

Our trusty doorbell dinged. As the person approached me I plastered a smile on my face.

“Hello, good afternoon. Welcome to Beanie’s Coffee House. What can I get for you today?”

“Can I have a double chocolate chip frappuccino with a shot of espresso please?” Whilst flashing me a pantie dropping smile my mind went blank but I regained my composure.

“Ok that will be six dollars and twenty-five cents.”

“What is your name?” I inquired after putting his order through.

“Caleb C-A-L-E-B” he slowly responded. The coffee was brewed and given to him “Please enjoy your coffee and have a nice day”. I said to him still in character.

I watched him leave as I scoped his body “Damn he fine”.

As if he knew I was watching he gifted me with a final smile and left. I let out a trembling breath I didn’t even know I was holding “No fraternizing with the customers Hollingsworth.”

“Ok Jerry.” I unconsciously rolled my eyes. I don’t have the guts to open my mouth let alone say a full sentence or two that could make someone hot and bothered. It’s so sad but its the truth.

To all the twenty-three year olds out there, I’m sorry for the mess that is me.

A few more customers came and went and just like that, it was time to go home. I said goodbye to my co-workers and made my way to the station, once again passing the infamous subway map wall remembering my mini soap opera that my crazy mind conjured.

Following my earlier pattern, no map included, the plan was simple. Wait for the train, go home, maybe eat and get some sleep to start my boring life all over again but nope, I can’t even have a simple and sad existence.

Even though he couldn’t see me, standing before me was Caleb. It took every ounce of control to not runway and hoped he would leave before my train came. The more I played the scenario in my head, the more I realized I was making a big deal out of this for all I knew he might have forgotten about me.

I didn’t have time to think about a sensible plan because the train arrived. So, I did what any other person with this mini crisis would do; lightly run to the third door while trying to avoid you know who.

It was kind of hard since there was not enough persons to shield me. It’s a pity that when you need a shit ton of humans to hide your stupidity they aren’t there.

Oh yeah we established what this is called; having a shity existance.

Throughout all of this, hope to god that no one saw you and thought that you were mentally unstable. As the train ran its course I sneaked some glances just to be sure and not once did he look in my direction. For once something good was going on for me.

There were three more stops to go before I get off but he’s still here. I’m retracting my earlier statement; nothing ever goes well for me. I know that some people might find all of this stressing to be unnecessary but I can’t help it; this is how my brain works.

Me and toned muscles over there don’t even know each other. The only connection we have, if you can even call it one, is that I was apart of the of the process as to how he got his double chocolate chip frappuccino with a shot of espresso at two fifteen pm.

Yes I remember what he had and the time “Fuck me”.

Not too long after my creepy epiphany, my stop was here. I took a glance at him;

“Ok so he hasn’t moved. Maybe he is getting off after me” I tried to reassure myself.

That thought didn’t last long. When the doors opened his ass hopped out and went down the street.

My street.

Before I got carried away I got off and walked at a safe distance away from him. Seeing that he turned at the right junction I sighed in relief “Am almost there” I chanted “Soon I will be curled up in my bed reading a new chapter of fiery obsession”.

Giggling I thought of where I left off. It was just getting to the steamie part and then BOOM a cliffhanger. I know you all have been there once or twi-

Something clawed at my arm; a squeak was all I could muster as I was pushed against the wall. I am about to be possibly be kidnapped and that’s all that comes out.

I mentally facepalmed myself.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself not wanting to show fear but all of the possible ideas as to how this could go down wasn’t helping.

I grasped what little courage I had and looked at my aggressor. Before I could beg and act out the scene you see in movies he was on the ground.

Remember the cliffhanger I was talking about before I was grabbed and nearly pissed myself? Yeah that’s what’s happening now.