Behind Drawn Curtains 1-2

the world will find out about his abnormal situation. The one where he needs

e. Add in E.J's stepfather becoming jealous of Christopher and E.J feeling he will never be good enough to be in a relationship and E.J

ts you in any way. This story however is based on things that do happen in real life. I

ease refrain from reading since this story contains

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urs of labor. She said I smiled to her that very first moment that she took me in her arms. I just took her word for it. I can't remember it. It would have been weird if I

have no memories of my dad either. I do have one of a Italian looking guy with a massive smile towering above me, but I had never be

. He bought me ice cream and toys and even took be to the beach once. And he made my mom smile. She smiled a lot when he was around. It

mom got married. I was happy to do so and the day they got married my mom looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her in my life. I smiled. She smiled. James smiled. Grandma was cr

ling and us moving in to a bigger house that made me think of a castle. The dragon I called "tears" was

ghed from the very day he was born, brightening up my mother's days. I can barely recall him ever crying about anything. But that was also the d

mself since my mom fell pregnant with Keith. The smallest thing set him off. He looked like he wanted to cry at times. Maybe becoming a father was just as much of a change in one's life than when you become a mother? I can still remember the date, because that first time never leaves you. You

e secret. Because I love you the most. O

wnwards while the bed is still rocking, daring you with his eyes to look down whe

wn, up and down; mesmerizing. You feel the smile on his face, although you can't look at it while he is pulling down your s

ong, but you can't seem to get a single word out. You are hating your body for playi

into your body and he is breathing harder and harder, and your back lif

f up before your mother finds you like this you cannot move. Not even when he threatens that if my mom finds out she will throw me out of the house can I bring myself to move my eyes from my stomach and torso where the sticky evidence confronted me of the terrible deed that I did. Even when he closes the door behind him, promising that this is our

made jokes that made me giggle and almost forget about what happened the previous night. By lunch time I could easily make myself believe that everything had just been a dream, and if not that, it was just a once off thing that

up I was sticky all over as he thanked me with a kiss, reminded me to clean up the mess and left the room. I hated myself for not waking up, and at the same time I was glad that I didn't have to l

I started keeping under my bed and washing by hand when I went to take a shower. Every single night for more than a year I dreaded going to sleep, but my room filled up with more

ed to chance. Just like every night I woke up with James

man," he said, a

m when he was busy with his dir

ointing down, trying to show me what he

his hand, there it was. Hair starting to sprout at the base he was holding. I wasn't shocked

ans right?" James aske

my face, asking him what on earth th

mes said as he took my hand and put it on hi

s him doing it to me, but I did not want to be a part of what he was doing. Wanking him would make me fe

thing happened, but still I did not

lf to stroke him. I kept my hand still, grasping it, but not

obra. He had me in his hand. A

in, my eyes starting t

d, but he kept on squeezin

ed, both my hands now on his wrist, t

man does. Stro

he sticky mess was not just over my chest and my stomach but also over my hand and my arm.

e I hid under the bed in a panic that he would come back for more since I had not produced the stick

, reminding me that he loved me more than anybody else, while I wanted nothing more than to tell him that I hated him the most of anybody in the house. And then tomorrow would come and he would be the