by Bella King
I wrapped a warm white towel around my breasts and stepped out into the bedroom, leaving Trent to finish while I jumped under the covers completely naked and waited for him. I had a feeling that there would be a lot more lovemaking tonight, and I wanted to be ready for it.
Maybe, after all, things were going to be okay.
Chapter 20
Trent locked the door behind us as we reentered the school from the sewage system on the basement floor bathroom. It had been a long night, and Trent hadn’t slept well. He kept tossing and turning all night. Even I couldn’t sleep with the way he was moving, despite the bed being the most comfortable one I had slept on all year.
“Where should I put the key?” Trent asked, dangling it in front of me.
I snatched it out of his hand. “You’re getting rid of it, right?” I asked.
He looked offended. “Yeah, but I was going to.”
“I don’t trust you,” I said, meaning the words that I said. Knowing him, he would be sneaking out again just to smuggle things in and out of the school. How could he resist the temptation of a tunnel straight into the city from here? I wasn’t going to risk letting him get into trouble again.
“You can trust me. I’m going to flush it down the toilet,” he said, trying to grab at the key.
I put my hand behind my back, stepping away. “I want to watch you do it.”
“I’ll be in the men’s bathroom,” he argued. “You can’t watch.”
I laughed. “Because you’re not going to flush it. I’m doing this for both of us,” I said before sprinting away from him.
“Where are you going?” He shouted as I lunged down the hallway toward the nearest bathroom.
I heard his footsteps behind me, but he was too far back to catch up to me. Besides, I was going into the women’s bathroom, and I hoped he would at least hesitate at the doorway. Knowing him, though, he wouldn’t, so I had to be quick. I was going to flush the key and see it disappear with my own eyes. There would be no more trouble for Trent.
I hooked my hand over the doorway and swung myself into the bathroom, nearly knocking over Lisa on the way in. Her eyes widened when she saw me. “Samantha! I was just about to give up on you. Where have you been?”
“I’ll explain later,” I yelped, maneuvering around her and dashing into an empty stall as Trent came in behind me.
I heard Lisa yelling at Trent to get out of the lady’s room while I dropped the key into the toilet. With a switch push of the handle, the key was sucked into the pipe, never to be seen again. It was gone.
Trent joined me in the bathroom stall, his eyes wide as I stood smugly next to the toilet. “You flushed it,” he said, stating the obvious.
“Yes, I did,” I said proudly, crossing my arms.
He squinted at me. “Are you sure you did, or did you just pretend to?”
“No, I really did,” I said, holding my hands up and flipping them over so that he could see I wasn’t still holding it.
A smirk spread across his face. “Well, I’m going to have to search you just to make sure,” he said, suddenly lurching out and grabbing me by the waist.
I shrieked and giggled as he ran his hands over my legs and ass, squeezing me while he pretended to search me for the flushed key.
Our brief moment of fun was interrupted by Lisa at the doorway. “Please leave,” she said, pointing Trent to the exit.
“Jeez, no need to be such a stiff,” Trent said, standing up straight and removing his hands from me.
“I have business here,” Lisa replied, crossing her arms and pursing her thin lips.
I pointed at her. “Do you have my plan B?” I asked.
Lisa nodded, and Trent perked up but didn’t say anything.
I pulled a twenty-dollar bill from the stack that was in my jacket pocket and handed it to her. “It’s a bit late, but I’ll take it.”
Lisa nodded, taking the bill and removing a white box from her back pocket, tossing it into my hands. “Wear a condom next time, honey.”
Trent shook his head. “Piss off.”
Lisa shot him a nasty look but left the stall.
“Let’s go,” I said, taking Trent by the hand and pulling him out. The last thing I wanted was for him to get in trouble for hanging out in the women’s bathroom. Besides, we had to get to class. I was sure that after missing so many, they would notice, and we’d get in trouble. The detention excuse only worked so many times before they started checking the records.
I threw the plan B pill into my mouth and swallowed it without water. I doubted that I would get pregnant from one night with Trent, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Chapter 21
“I have a surprise for you,” Trent said, rubbing a tattooed hand over his chin with a mischievous grin.
I was on my way down the stairs of our apartment. After we graduated from Bayside Academy, Trent managed to get a job at a factory, while I worked at a pizza joint. It wasn’t glamorous, but it would only be temporary until we started college together.
“A surprise? Should I be worried?” I asked in a joking tone as I came to the bottom of the stairs.
“I guess that depends on how much you like your dad,” he said, clasping hand around the handle of the front door and pulling it open.
I jerked my head back as the morning sun came flooding into the apartment, nearly blinding against my sleepy eyes. What was more dazzling, though, was the man who stepped through the doorway. It was my father.
Was I still dreaming? I rubbed my eyes and looked at him in shock as he chuckled. “What the fuck?” I exclaimed, looking from him to Trent, then back at him.
They both laughed.
“The lawyer found a loophole. I’m out,” my father said, opening his arms as wide as the smile on his face was.
I felt tears coming to my eyes, and I ran toward him, burying my head into his chest so that he couldn’t see that I was already sobbing. After everything I had been through, I never imagined that I would be seeing my father this soon. I had accepted his fate while I spent my time locked up at Bayside. Maybe I had been too quick to do so.
“Don’t you ever leave me again,” I said, looking up at his chestnut-brown eyes.
He shook his head. “Never, Samantha. I’m sorry about everything that I did.”
“No,” I said, holding a hand against his chest and feeling his quick heartbeat, “Don’t be.” I looked over at Trent. “I wouldn’t have found him if I hadn’t been locked up.”
My father looked at Trent and shook a finger at him. “You better keep this one out of trouble.”
“Yes sir,” Trent replied with a curt nod. He was surprisingly polite to my father for a man with questionable morals, but I doubted he wanted to cross a mafia boss.
I almost couldn’t believe that I was seeing my father again, but if this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up from it. After my mother died, after my father was sent to prison, after Bayside Academy, and after everything that Trent and I had been through together, I needed this. I needed the light to shine in my life again, and it was.
My father broke from my embrace and stepped back. “I think we should all celebrate,” he said.
Trent nodded. “I think so too. I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry,” I said to him with a laugh.
My father laughed with me. “There’s a place open close by if you two want to get breakfast with me. I haven’t eaten a solid meal since they threw me in a cell with a bunch of crooks.”
I smiled. “Yes, I would like that.”
Trent took my hand, and we all walked out of the apartment, together once again. I felt whole, something I hadn’t expected to happen so soon. This was the way things should be.
The End.
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