Things were going great.

School was the same as it always was but the work was starting to pile up now that the sport was over. I found myself unable to concentrate on some days. All I could think about was him and his hands and lips on my body. It was a regular thing for me to meet him on Saturdays. We spend most our time in his bedroom. Stephen has kissed every inch of my body where I've never even seen him completely naked. I was itching to touch him but every time I would bring up the topic he would distract me.

Patrick hasn't mentioned Stephen again but I could tell that he was worried. As for my father– he seemed to be going out of his way to avoid me. My mom was her usual self but she spent most of her days at the local hall with some new friends she made.

Today was one of those days where I found it hard to concentrate. School ended about half an hour ago. I was laying on my bed with my homework scattered around me. My maths book was open in front of me. I wrote out the next sum and then grabbed my calculator. As I'm about to enter the equation my phone vibrated. I paused, glancing at it but chose to ignore it.

Kate has been acting strange lately– very unusual. I caught her staring at me once during our class. The look in her eyes made me shiver– her eyes were cold and emotionless. Shaking my head, I concentrated on my homework.

I slammed the book shut and pushed it aside before reaching for the next book. As soon as I opened it, the doorbell rang.
I groaned, but pushed myself up off the bed. It was when I reached the front door that I remembered what I was wearing. The fan in my room didn't help much to cool me down so I took off my shirt.

I glanced down at myself. I've seen a lot of girl at school walking around in their sport bras when they're practicing. I was wearing a black sports bra with a pair of swim shorts. The doorbell rang again. Rolling my eyes, I pulled the door open. My breath caught in my throat when I looked up.

“What are-?”

My words got cut off when he stepped forward. Before I could finish my sentence, his lips were on mine. I gripped his shoulders as Stephen parted my lips with his. A moan slipped from my mouth into his as I felt his erection pressing into my stomach.

“Are you alone?” he breathed after breaking the kiss. I raised an eyebrow.

“Shouldn't you have asked that before kissing me?”

“Probably,” he said.

His lips pulled up into a smirk when I nodded at him. Stephen leaned down to press his lips against mine again. The kiss was laced with an urgency that made my knees buckle. He wrapped an arm around my waist while his other hand hooked behind my leg to hoist me up against him.

The door was slammed shut a second later and then we were moving. His lips trailed down my neck before moving up to my lips again. I gasped when my back came into contact with something soft. Stephen pulled back to stare down at me. He had carried me to my bedroom.

“What are you doing here?” I asked softly after sucking in enough air.

“I was in the neighborhood,” he smirked.

My eyes dropped when he started to undo his utility belt. He looked fucking sexy dressed in his dark blue uniform. I sat up, and then moved to collect my books and place them on my desk. When I turned around Stephen was sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes focused on the place where my ass was seconds ago.

“It's rude to stare,” I whispered.

“I can't help it,” he muttered, licking his lips.

My stomach clenched. Our eyes locked, I broke eye contact to look down at his crotch. Before I could change my mind and allow the fear to take over, I kneeled between his legs. His body instantly tensed when I placed my hands on his thighs.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to touch you,” I said softly as I reached out to cup him.

His hand shot out and caught my wrist before I could touch him. My eyes snapped up to his.

“If you touch me now I'm going to fuck you and that will end badly,” he whispered. “You know what I've been thinking about all day?” I shook my head. “Being inside you. I want to fucking strip you bare and throw you onto the bed and then burry myself deep inside you.”

My face heated as the imagines played through my mind. It was hard to imaging his dick when I've never see it before. My eyes dropped again– I swear the dent had gotten bigger.

“If you didn't come here to–” I trailed off. “Why did you come?”

“To bring you something,” he muttered.

I frowned at the bag he held out. It didn't ever register that he was carrying a plastic bag. I took it from him but hesitated to open it. When I didn't open it right away, Stephen took it from me again. He pulled out a grey box the size of his palm.

Dropping the bag, he started to open the box. He tipped it over into his other palm.

My eyes were glued to the contents that spilled out. There was a packet of three small AA batteries and a silver sheath with something else– a small metallic bullet.

“It's called a bullet vibrator,” Stephen muttered.

He opened the pack of batteries and took one out before dropping the others aside. I watched as he unscrewed the bottom of the bullet before inserting the battery.

“I have to go out of town for a few days so I thought I'd give you something to practice with.” My face was burning. “You have to make sure you clean it after playing. There are instructions in the box.”

He pressed the pink button at the bottom. It instantly started vibrating– every time he pressed the button the vibrations changed. I took it from him when he held it out. My eyes trailed over it as I studied the bullet. It was small and it would be easy to hide from my parents and my sister.

“Thank you,” I smiled up at him.

Stephen cupped my cheek and then leaned down to capture my lips again. I gripped his thighs as his tongue swept inside my mouth to stroke mine. A moan fell from my lips and without thinking it through, I moved my hand to cup his arousal. His whole body tensed.

Without warning he pulled away from me. My face fell when he stood and walked towards the door. Stephen paused and then glanced at me over his shoulder.

“I'll call you when I'm back in town.”

And then he was gone.

* * *

My frown deepened when the conversation died down the moment I approached. I shrunk back when Kate looked up at me; her eyes were filled with hatred. Delilah was frowning with her lips pursed and Dane was looking at me with shocked eyes. I dropped my bag before taking a seat.

“What?” I asked when no one made a move to say anything.

“I can't fucking believe it,” Kate whispered.

My eyes snapped to hers– the hatred was replaced by pity. Pity for what?

“When were you planning on telling us?” Delilah questioned before glancing down at her phone again. “The prude is fucking the bad boy cop!”

“W-what?” I grabbed her phone when she said nothing else.

The color drained from my face as I stared down at the screen. Staring up at me was a photo of me and Stephen. It was taken the first time I spent the Saturday at Stephen's house. We were outside by the pool– it was after we climbed out. I was wearing the bikini he had gotten me and he was wearing a pair of swim trunks.

Stephen was smirking down at me with one hand on my hip. I scrolled down. The second picture was one of us in the pool. My body was wrapped around his as he kept us above the water by holding onto the side of the pool. The third photo was taken when he showed up at my house. It had a clear view of us kissing in the doorway and then disappearing into the house.

Tears burned my eyes as I moved to the last photo. This one was taken from my bedroom window– Stephen was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was kneeling between his legs.

“So? Why the hell didn't you tell us? At least I know from experience that his dick is pretty big,” Kate said, making my eyes snap to hers.

Stephen was the guy she had sex with that night? The same guy she bragged about. I sucked in a breath and then handed Delilah her phone back. Panic flashed through me when I glanced around to find the other groups watching me.

“Alia.”

I swallowed, and then stumbled to my feet. Grabbing my bag I made a run for the bathroom. The tears started falling the moment the door slammed close behind me.

My knees gave way beneath my weight making me slide down the wall. I buried my face against my arms as I began to sob.

Stephen was going to be so mad. He didn't want anybody to know and now the whole school knew– not even to mention the town.

“Oh Alia,” Kate whispered as she entered the bathroom. I looked up at her when she took a seat next to me. “It's going to be okay.”

I shook my head. “It's not going to be okay Kate. It'll never be okay again.”

Kate hugged me silently as I continued to cry. Once my tears had dried down, I stood to wash my face. I closed my eyes and took deep calming breaths.

Panicking about this wasn't going to make anything right. I needed to do something before the pictures spread.

“Will you cover for me?” I asked her as I wiped my face. “I need to go home.”

“Running away isn't going to make it all go away,” she muttered with and edge to her voice.

I glanced up at her but said nothing, instead I grabbed my bag and walked to the door. “I'll talk to you later.”

Everyone was staring at me. I could feel their eyes burning holes into my back as I walked towards my car. It took a few tries before I managed to unlock the door and get inside. Tears threatened to spill again as the images flashed through my mind. I was half naked in all of them!

I ignored the security guard as I drove through the gate and out of the school yard. Getting into trouble for leaving school so soon was the farthest thing from my mind. I can't believe he slept with Kate. My heart started beating erratically when I parked my car in the driveway. My father's squad car was parked in front of the house. Why was he home so early?

It took a lot of effort to get out of the car and make my way inside the house. Father was sitting in the living room with his eyes focused on the front door. He stood when I entered. The look in his eyes made me shrink back from him.

“Da-”

The sound of the slap echoed around the silent house. A cry fell from my lips as pain flashed through my cheek. He took another step closer but he didn't hit me again, instead he gripped my upper arm painfully.

I stumbled after him as he dragged me down the hall and into my bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind us before spinning me around. I was scared of him.

“I knew you'd be home early today,” he muttered. “I caught one of my officers staring at half naked pictures of you. Is this how we raised you? To post half naked pictures of you all over social media.”

“N-no dad I didn't-”

“Shut up!” he yelled. “I won't tolerate this kind of behavior anymore. I'm sick of you embarrassing me.”

I found it difficult to breathe when he started unfastening his belt. My mouth had dried up and my legs were frozen in place. He pulled his belt from his pants before grabbing my arm again. I was forced onto my stomach on the bed while he used his hand to keep me still.

“Dad please don't! I didn't-” I cried out when the belt came down.

“You're an embarrassment to me!” The belt came down on my upper thighs. “An embarrassment to this damn family! You're mother should've just allowed that bastard to take you.”

My tears had dried down by the time he finally stepped back. The back of my legs– my upper thighs– and my butt felt numb. In fact my whole body felt numb, from fear and from pain. I didn't move when he sucked in a breath and called my name or when he walked out of the room.

A few seconds later the front door slammed shut. When the shock of what happened died down, I pushed myself up.
Pain shot through my body when I stood. My legs felt like jelly but I ignored it and walked out of my room.

I used the walls for support until I reached the front door. I couldn't take the risk to climb into my car– I was shaking too badly to even take that risk, so I walked. I kept on walking until I reached the familiar house but I knew he wasn't home. Stephen was still out of town.

I wanted him– I needed him to hold me right now. I stumbled up the steps and then slid down the wall. With my knees pulled up against my chest, I finally allowed more tears to fall.