FIFTEEN
CHIARA
Jakub didn’t stay last night. He came home and I knew from the moment he walked in he had something on his mind. He brought his brother with him who I haven’t seen since the first night I was here. He introduced us officially and I could tell he was a little less serious than Jak and it made me feel better. We ate the dinner his mom and I made and somehow it turned into a comedy show with his brother and myself as the star. It was fun, having someone to joke with. Jakub, though he was at the table, wasn’t present with us.
When dinner was over, he took me upstairs and stripped my clothes with an urgency like it was our last time. I tried asking him what was wrong, kissing him, rubbing his back, but nothing. The minute he entered me, it was desperate, and it freaked me the fuck out.
Jakub walked me into the bedroom and stripped me without saying a word to me. I began to feel unsure because I'm used to the communication even when he is inside of me, but he said nothing as he kissed me and pushed my face into the bed. His fingers rubbed my clit and dipped in and out of my pussy while he played my body like a piano. I whined, keened, and mewled for him, begging him to love me without saying the words.
Finally, he says something, and it sends an inferno through my body. “My little princess, you're going to be such a good fuck toy for me aren't you baby?” he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Grabbing me around my throat, he pulled me up, so I was sitting on his lap, while he slammed in and out of my pussy.
“Are you okay, sweet girl?” Currently, I am downstairs having tea with his mom. I blush every time she calls me that. My mom died when I was six, so I missed these types of moments and I have to admit having her here is great.
“Yeah. I was just thinking about Jak. Something was wrong with him last night, but he wouldn’t tell me, and I noticed he didn’t sleep here last night.” I say the last part lower, with my head down.
“I know it may not be the most ideal situation, but he is nothing like his father. He would never disrespect you like that. That is the good part of my sons not being raised with Miko's influence. I was able to raise them to respect women and honor the gift of family.'' I can see that in him, but it is on the tip of my tongue to ask her how she met his father. I am curious. No one has anything nice to say about him and she is so wonderful, I don’t get how they ended up together.
“Did Jak tell you about his childhood?”
“No.” She looks sad and turns her head. I can see the emotion she is trying to hide. I touch her hand and she turns and smiles at me.
“I met his father in high school. I was a shy 15-year-old girl with no world experience at all. He was the larger than life 17-year-old bad boy who for some reason wanted me. He was two grades higher than me, and I was enamored from the beginning. Everyone knew who he was, and his reputation was not something hidden, but I was the girl he set his sights on and I felt honored.
We began to date, and he showed me a life I only dreamed of. He bought me jewelry, and clothes and took me out to expensive restaurants. It didn’t occur to me he was ashamed of me or was hiding me until my final year when I asked him if he could take me to prom and he told me he was getting married. I was crushed. I mean I gave him my virginity. I thought he was going to marry me. I guess in hindsight, driving two hours away to go to a restaurant and never meeting his family should have been a clue. I sort of convinced myself he was protecting me from his life.
The messed-up part is, he sold me on being his mistress by telling me that he was being forced to marry and if he didn’t, he would be cut off. He told me I was his soulmate and that he would only be able to survive if he knew I was still waiting for him. I know it sounds dumb, but by the time prom and graduation came around, I was pregnant with Jak. He seemed happy to be having a boy you know.
Right after Jakub was born, he moved us into this house in Portage Park. Not the best of neighborhoods at the time and even though we had the best house in the neighborhood, it was still the ghetto. He came by less and less. When he did it was either to sleep with me, or conduct his illegal business and because he paid for the house, I didn’t feel I could say no. The truth is, I loved him. I did and I convinced myself he loved me and was trying to make the best out of a bad situation. The thing that pissed me off was that his interest in Jak was next to nothing.