Forever

As I stared off into space, a big cup of coffee slammed the office table. I quickly turned my attention from the unwritten newspaper article to the frontman in front of me. He looks down at me and nods. He runs off to the next desk in front of me. Cidney Share.

Cidney Share is a slut. Everyday she will brag about how many guys she dicks down in one night. She looks for any typical man. Fluffy brown hair, blue eyes, muscular, and a crooked smile. She always talks to me about putting myself out there and a load of shit. But when I tell her I'm not ready she is completely oblivious and acts like she never heard me say anything.

But enough about her, I should be focusing on my newspaper article that's due at 3:30. I need to begin working, just my mind isn't clear because two years ago today was the accident that changed my life, my whole perspective even.

I've got to write, I need to tell myself that. Teresa Brown, you are a writer, you have got this. I checked the time, it was 2:30. I have enough time to do this. I pick up my pen and begin writing about the charity banquet this weekend at the town hall.

As I begin, words start pouring from my mind, it's a miracle. But as I stop, the words slowly start drying up. My mind comes to an ease. I look over at the clock, it's now 3:30.

I head up to the front desk, but before I could turn the paper in, I feel a familiar tap on my back. It's once again, the slut Cidney. I turned around and Cidney said, "Hey! Did you finish your article about... shit.. what do you call it?"

She is just trying to make conversation so she doesn't look like a bitch to her slutty friends in the back.

I proceed to say, "Hey! Yes, I'm just about to turn in the article. It's for the charity banquet this weekend."

She nods and says, "Oh! It must be good, anyway I'll read it tonight. Toodles!"

I know she won't read it, she never reads those trashy newspaper articles that everyone gets. Half the people that work here have no life nor interest in working here, they just found this job because either their medical career wasn't working or daddy wasn't paying the bills.

As Cidney leaves, I hand in my article and begin down the steps to the elevator. I work on the 13th floor. It's a big studio, but the only people who buy the newspapers are usually old people who can't even read. I can't even stand to read them myself. Half of the articles are just random topics put together to make what? But I guess that's what you get when you live in a small town.

As I approach the elevator, the elevator doors open and I walk in. I'm usually the only one in the elevator at this time. As I head down to the first floor, I place a big smile on my face as I'm approached by my family. Today is my aunt's birthday. I slowly walk out of the elevator to see my mom, my dad, my aunt, and uncle. I walk over to my aunt and hug her. She says, "Hey! I haven't seen you in a while darling."

I continue to say, "Yeah! I haven't seen you guys in awhile, thank you for coming all this way to see me."

You know everyone believes I get my looks from my mom. But I really can't believe that. I mean we have blond hair and that's about all. But then there are some people that believe all my looks and attitude come from my dad, which is not wrong. He is quiet like me, we have an attitude when it comes to certain things, and we both have brown eyes.

I really have nothing in common with my aunt and my uncle. Our family is basically an average American family. But the only thing that keeps me from hesitating from saying that is our secrets that the family keeps hidden from people. They even hide them from me, but what they don't know is that I know what they are hiding.

It's time to get out of my thoughts and back to them.

They nod, as we form a group hug. As each and everyone of us headed to our car, I knew our destination would be iHop. It has always been my aunt's favorite. Before I started my car, my uncle tapped on the window, I reached over to the passenger side to unwind the window. As I finish, he begins to say, "Hey. Can I pitch a ride with you?"

I nod as I unlock the doors and he slowly gets in the car. I start up the car as I follow the red Honda Civic that is my moms. My uncle says, "I wanted to drive with you because I wanted to give you a heads up."

He continues, "I think they might bring up about you leaving after the accident."

I began thinking about that night. "I just wanted to move to get a fresh start. After the accident I just couldn't stay there with you all in New Hampshire."

He replies back with a bold tone, "I understand, but I don't want you to be upset when they bring him up at dinner."

I nod.

For the rest of the car ride, it was silent. As we pulled up into the parking lot of iHop, we all gently got out of our cars to the front entrance. I haven't eaten at iHop since I've lived in New Hampshire.

As we approached the front, my mom said to the waiter, "Table for five please."

We sat down at our tables. Everyone was silent as a bird. As we ordered our food and ate our food nothing was said. It was like there was nothing to be said. Until my dad spoke. "About William, what did you do with the trust fund?"

I knew my dad would say something about him.. I just knew it. "I made sure the trust fund went into my account. All of it." I said nervously.

My mom began to say, "He was a brave man.."

I looked down to the engagement ring William gave to me when he proposed. I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved with a firefighter. It was too risky to love someone that risked his life daily for others.

I remember the hurt I felt when his best friend, Owen, came to me at the front door and told me he died when a tree limb fell on him unexpectedly while he was trying to put out a wildfire in the forest.

I can't bear to think of it. I quickly changed the subject to talk about the rest of the family. The talk was mostly about how they've been and what they look like now. It's been five years since I last saw them.

Now as I think about it. Five years? I'm now 24 years old, still trying to chase a dead dream of becoming a journalist.

As we finished our meal, we said our goodbyes for tonight.

But before I could begin to walk to my car, I received a phone call. As everyone left the table I pulled out my phone and looked at the contact. It was of all people, Cidney.

I answer the phone and pull the phone to my ear. She began to speak, "Hey! It's me, Cidney. I was wondering if you could cover for me at the banquet. I have to meet my family for a meeting during that time."

I was shocked. She never asks me for anything. This is the first.. "Who would I be interviewing? And yes I would love to cover for you." I say.

"There is a famous person looking to donate money. His name is Bryan Jones."

I think Bryan Jones? The millionaire. The one who owns one of the most famous newspaper companies in the world.

"Yea! I would love the opportunity to interview Bryan Jones! I'll send Roger to take over the interview with the mayor for me." I say excitedly.

"Great! I'll let him know! Goodbye." She says before hanging up the phone.

I let out a tiny squeal of excitement before heading out of the booth.

I walk through the parking lot to my car. Before I started my car, I knew I had to tell the news to Racheal, my best friend.

I pull out my phone from my back pocket and begin to look through my contacts for Racheal.

I press on her name and the phone begins to ring. She quickly picks up.

"Hey! You won't believe what happened!!" I scream through the phone. "Basically Cidney, the slut, you know, gave me her interview for the town's article and I will be interviewing Bryan Jones."

She screams, "OH MY GOD! You're talking about BRYAN JONES, the one that owns one of the-"

I continue, "world's best NEWSPAPER COMPANY!!"

She continues to speak, "OH MY GOD! I'm so proud of you. You deserve this. Hopefully he will recognize you for your work... Anyways, I have to go, Jeremy has got the flu."

Jeremy, I haven't seen him since he was born. He is Racheal's little kid. Racheal got pregnant at an early age to her now drunk ex-husband.

She said goodbye and hung up the phone. We used to be a lot closer when we were in high school. Hell I was the first one who knew she was pregnant. Racheal's mom still hates me because I kept it from her for weeks.

I placed my phone on the cupboard and turned on my car.

As I entered the driveway, I looked down at my dashboard. It was 10 PM. I parked my car into the parking lot and headed up to my apartment. Room 24. I proceeded to get my card out of my purse and scanned it with the scanner. The door unlocks.

As I walked in I sat my things down on my couch. I ran into the bathroom to take a shower and to take off my makeup. I begin taking off my clothing and turn on the shower handle to warm. After I finished taking a shower, I brushed my teeth and put on my nightclothes.

The bathroom was fogged up until I opened the bathroom door, then the sudden fresh air storms into the bathroom.

I ran to the refrigerator to get a snack. It hasn't been long since I had iHop, but yogurt sounded fine to me.

I finally reached my bedroom, sat the yogurt down and fell onto the bed.

My bed is my comfortable spot. It doesn't ask for anything in return, I can just sit in peace. I lean down below my bed to pull out my secret compartment. I pulled out the drawer and grabbed my vibrator. What? After a long day, I need this.

I begin to pull off my night pants real slowly exposing my panties. After that I begin to take off my night shirt even slower to my bare breasts. I love wearing no bra.

I take the vibrator and begin to turn it on one. I push it down to my panties as I feel the vibrations. I let out a slight moan. As my back begins to crawl up, I begin to turn it on two. I feel my insides aching for more. I moaned louder. With my other hand gripping the sheets I pulled off my panties and placed the vibrator on my clit. As I began to feel the vibrations working down into my clit I became wet.

Do I dare turn it on three? I think I should. I turn it on three and I let out a bigger moan than last time and my back arches upward with my hand gripping onto the sheet for dear life. I was fixing to come. As I continued to push deeper into my clit I finally felt a relief. I came.

This was my therapy, this is what I needed. I slowly place down the vibrator into the drawer and shut it close. I pushed the covers on top of me, turned on the TV and picked up my yogurt. I felt calmed and relaxed. It reached 10:00 PM, I placed down my yogurt, my eyes felt heavy, I finally turned over to the right side of the bed and fell asleep.