By TexasLovesYou

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"Please don't say what I think you're going to say," he affirms me squeezing my hand tighter. I nod my head in agreement and he lowers his head and starts running his fingers through his hair in disbelief.

I need to get it all out.

"He didn't care that I would cry when the pain was infinite every time he done it-"

"Every time!?" he yelps in disgust. I simply nod then suck my lips in to prevent the tears...

"You're not gonna hurt me are you?" I quietly breathe stretching out my sleeves over my fingers.

Kyle wraps his arms around me but I quickly attempt to shuffle away.

"Please Sasha, what's wrong? Why you being like this?"

"Erm what happened?" I confusingly ask.

What's gotten into me, why am I being like this? What's happened? I stare into Kyle's dead blue eyes and watch as his face turns to worry and he delicately reaches out his hand to touch my cheek but I rapidly lean back far from his reach. I don't want to be touched. But why?

"We had an argument, I got pissed and pushed you on the floor, then I tried to help you up then your shirt button ripped and that's when you went all mental on me. Shouting random shit! Tell me why?Please," he pleads.

"Oh I remember," I quietly whisper curling myself up into a ball not even making eye contact with him. He moves in closer to me and this time I don't push him away. I need him right now. I just feel so safe around him. Like a guardian angel or something along them lines. Not only does he turn me on all time, he's like my knight in shining armour...Okay maybe I pushed it a bit far.

"So? Are you gonna tell me or not Sash?" he questions me pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I bow my head down but he quickly lifts it up and makes me look deep into his eyes. "Babe, you can trust me," he reassures me.

Babe? Did he just call me babe? So I'm his babe? I guess there's an "us" now, I could jump for joy but I'm just not feeling it. Like my whole body is frozen or even dead. Maybe I should tell him. It feels right. I haven't told anyone about it, well no one close at least and I feel like I trust Kyle, he just has that affect on me. I think I might lo...I might love-No Way! Come on Sasha, be strong, the sooner you get this off your chest the better. You can do it, he's not gonna hurt you, nothing's stopping you now.

I tightly shut my eyes and keep them shut as I prepare to spill the beans. Here goes nothing... "January the third, 2001. The day my dad died. I was only five then so I didn't know what was going on. My Mom just used to always say to me 'Daddy's just gone on a very long vacation, he'll be back'. Yeah right! I used to sit by my front door everyday waiting for him to come..." I freeze. "But he never did until it got to the the point when I realized that he was never going to come back. Mom never stopped crying and she never told me why. I was all alone," I silently sob as I feel his eyes all over me.

"Sasha I'm so sorry," he softly murmurs taking my hand then gently squeezing it. The tears start prickling down my face again and I can't help but restart the water works.

"Then in 2003 she met Mike. Tasha's dad-"

"Tasha is your half sister?" he gasps.

I nod my head a little then move my eyes away from his. Come on Sasha just tell him the rest, he won't judge you. Just slap him if he does. "I've never seen Mom so happy and Mike was the perfect step-dad. Mom had Tasha in 2004 and I was so ecstatic to be having a baby sister with a similar name to mine, as you might have already noticed," I giggle a little with a small smile on my face.

"Aww! That's so cute!" he softly compliments with a warm smile on his handsome face.

I look up at him, raise an eyebrow then pout my plumped lips at him. Did I just hear Kyle Carlson sounding all soft? Wow, life is definitely full of unexpected surprises! He realizes how he must of sounded, so he quickly drops his smile and expands his dreamy wolf eyes at me. "Quit giving me that look Sash. I never said that!" he defends himself as he shifts his eyes around the whole room. "Now carry on with your story," he demands.

"Anyway, Mike made me forget about my Dad because I never really knew him. He made my Mom so incredibly happy therefore I was happy too.It was the happily ever after I've always wished for, for my Mom." I take a deep breath then run my fingers through his hair. Wow! This is harder than I though. Kyle's face is so intrigued and relaxed. I wonder what he's thinking. Is he judging me already? I should continue..."No one knows about this, not even my Mom or Lara. So you should consider yourself lucky," I gulp as I adjust my body positioning on the sofa and turn side ways to face him properly.

"In 2008, I turned twelve, Mike got me a games console, a pink one to be precise and I absolutely adored it. He was my second Dad and I didn't really mind that. Then one day my Mom had to take Tasha to get her vaccination and I wanted to stay at home with Mike and play my games console up in my room." I pause then gaze at his wondrous expression then drop my eyes back down to my lap. "He came to check up on me every once in a while just to make sure I was alright and I was okay with that. He came to check up on me at least four times. But on the forth time, it wasn't only a check up he came in for..." my words trail and become inaudible.

I freeze and let the flashbacks flood my head again. I lift my head up to stare at Kyle, he has his hand over his mouth and his eyes are bulged out. I feel my eyes well up and the water works are about to start again. He starts to shake his head in disbelief already knowing where my story is going. "Please don't say what I think you're going to say," he affirms me squeezing my hand tighter. I nod my head in agreement and he lowers his head and starts running his fingers through his hair in disbelief.

I need to get it all out.

"He didn't care that I would cry when the pain was infinite every time he done it-"

"Every time?" he yelps in disgust.

I simply nod then suck my lips in to prevent the tears. I must look like a right idiot crying in front of Kyle Carlson. He pulls me into a tight hug and starts rocking me from side to side like a baby. I start to cry even more because that reminds me of how my Dad used to hold me whenever I had nightmares. I rest my hand on Kyle's hard chest and listen carefully at his heartbeat while my tears pour all over his shirt. "I'm sorry, I'm getting tears all over your shirt," I weep.

"That's okay baby, just cry as much as you want," he softly breathes into my hair. Kyle Carlson being caring but why? There's always an explanation as to why people change? Maybe for me? No Never! Who am I to him? No one special... "Do you mind me asking where this Mike dude is now?" he hesitates to ask.

"He's in prison, I'm not sure when he comes out," I sniff.

"But you just told me that no one knows about your rape-I mean your situation."

"They don't. Oh but he wasn't just a molester, he was specialized in domestic violence too," I sarcastically scoff at the thought. Kyle's eyebrows shoot up and his jaw hangs low.

"The usual arguments started occurring between my Mom and Mike. Whenever I did something bad at school my Mom would get the blame for it, he would hit her and if I dared say anything or stop him, he would just threaten to hurt me, and he always did. Forgot to mention I had a big sister, Keira, she couldn't cope when our Dad died so she ran away and told me not to tell anyone where she was going, so I did what I was told and kept quiet. I guess that became a real habit of keeping quiet when Mike showed his face."

"Right! So there's Keira, Sasha and Tasha? I bet she's as adorable as you and Tash," he quietly laughs, trying to lighten up my spirit so I quietly giggle. But this is no laughing matter, I'm actually pouring out my secrets to a boy who didn't give two shits about me like a month ago.

"My Mom couldn't take it after two years so she called the cops and they took him away. That was my opportunity to tell the police that he had raped me right? Wrong! He said if I had told anyone he would kill me and my Mom and run away with Tasha. So I had to keep quiet. I was still so scared, I still am. I've been scared to get really close to a boy, to be honest I've never had a boyfriend. I think every boy will hurt me like Mike hurt my Mom and I've been scared to get real intimate with boys because it reminds me of what he used to do to me," I softly explain as he gently rubs my thigh.

"Sasha, you don't need to be scared anymore, you have me. And you can get intimate with me all you like baby." Kyle laughs as he moves his body closer to me so his sweet fragrance can really mess with my sense buds.

"Last time that happened, I ended up punching the boy unconscious for a few hours because he didn't stop when I told him to," I affirm as I raise my eyebrow then smirk at him.

He burst out laughing. The glowing sun from the outside reflects off his pearly whites, making them brighter than ever when he flashes them. I laugh along just to try make myself feel better. "That's such a sweet sound," he says.

"What is?"

"Your laughter. I could listen to it all day if I had the chance."

"You know if this is your way of trying to get me to sleep with you, it's not going to work!" I laugh throwing a pillow at him.

"Sasha shut up," he chuckles throwing the pillow back at me. I stare into his blue eyes and I feel warm and safe. "I want to touch you," I whisper to myself but he hears me anyway. He raises his brow at me, pulls that smirk then softly rubs my bottom lip with his thumb.

"I know you do baby, I know you do."

So can I then?! Gosh stop teasing!

"Kyle. Why's the world against me?" Oh crap! What kind of question is that?

"Babe, the world's not against you. You're just against the world. You won't let the people that care for you actually care for you like they're supposed to. You need just relax, forget about the past, forget about that disgusting pedophile you once called your step dad and live for today. Because you are one of a kind and I won't let anyone make you think differently, do you understand?"

"I just wish my Dad was here, I would do anything to have him back."

"We all want that special person back in our lives but we know will never come back," he softly whispers.

What did he just say? What is he talking about? He has the perfect family, gorgeous parents and a hot brother! Good looks runs in the family, he should be appreciative because he's so fucking privileged! "What do you mean Kyle?" I confusingly ask him.

He deeply exhales, runs his fingers through his hair then flushes a deep glow of scarlet.

"My Mom erm, Tiffany. Died when I was young. She got sick and just died," he calmly states.

What! My jaw drops down and I stare at him gobsmacked. "How is that possible? Kathleen, she's your Mom right?" I ask trying to make sense of everything. Is this is why he's so...distracted all the time?

"Come on Sasha! You didn't actually think Kathleen was my Mom, she looks like a freshman in their first year of high school, no mother of any kind!" he chuckles out loud making me look like an idiot.

Now that I think about it, I find it easier to believe. "But why didn't you just tell me?"

"Because you never asked and plus I didn't need to."

Okay he has a point. "But when? How? Why?" I continue to interrogate.

Oh shit he's getting frustrated now, I should just keep my mouth shut in the future. "Ahh Miss Pierce you're always so eager to know as much as you can handle. Well my dad left my Mom for Kathleen then when she found out she got really sick and died," he continues with a calm tone to his voice as if he's not affected at all.

Woah! Kyle Carlson has problems too? I never would of expected...I want to ask so many more questions but I can see he's hurting inside so I decide to keep quiet. He looks so upset, am hurting too. I just want to kiss him and touch him. I lightly push my body towards him and lightly peck his cheek. "Sasha one more thing. Don't mention this to Jacob please..." he pleads.

Why? "Sure," I sigh presenting him with a warm smile.

He obviously has his reasons, even though I can't see why I can't confide in his brother. But hey! Who am I to be a big mouthed bitch. I've gained his trust and his gained mine. I don't want to spoil things now do I? "Sasha I will never let anyone hurt you. I promise" he randomly reassures me, leaning in closer to me and tilting his head to the side ready to collide with my "ready-to-be-kissed" lips.

"Wait! What is it you wanted to talk to me about before all this?" I ask before he reaches me. He sighs in frustration then sits back upright. Ha ha! You so desperately wanted to kiss me!

"Sasha you make me feel so weird inside. You're gorgeous, smart, beautiful, intelligent, sexy and everything I've wanted in a girl. I can't stop thinking about you, I think I'm literally crazy about you and I want you to be mine. I've never felt like this before abut any other girl," he blurts out as his cheeks radiate a warm rosy color and he avoids eye contact with me towards the end.

He likes me? He actually likes me! A huge grin appears on my face and I start to nod my head frantically not knowing what to say. He raises his brow at me then smirks at me. "I was kind of hoping you would reply," he laughs.

Fuck words! I want him too! And I'm going to show him now.

I leap at him and start colliding with his soft lips. His hands instantly secure me on my hips and our breathing becomes intense. I run my fingers through his hair as his hands go up the back of my top and he carefully caresses my spine, sending chills all over my body. "I want you too," I finally manage to pull away and breathe.

He smirks then continues to suck my neck and aggressively tug on my hair. I let a moan which lets him know that he's doing it right. I've never felt so alive. So energetic! I want it to go further than last time. I want much more! I run my fingers through his hair then start kissing and biting his neck, his moan rings down my ear making my stomach turn and makes me want him so bad. I fiercely tug on his belt indicating that I want exactly what his always wanted from me. "Sasha are you sure about this?" he whispers.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's just I didn't think that you want to after your past experiences you know."

"Kyle Carlson, I didn't have you down for the softy. Yes I want this now." I huskily whisper in his ear.

"You're a bad girl Sasha," he laughs in between kisses.

"You haven't seen anything yet," I seductively whisper back as he plants kisses around my chest and his hands move up and down my legs.

A smirk grows on his face then I jump off him. I stick out my hand and he reaches out and grabs for me, I lead him away from the sofa and towards the stairs. I turn back and analyse the sexy smirk plastered on his face and gaze at the excitement in his bright blue eyes. He bites his lip at me which makes my hormones start doing back-flips and somersaults. I've never wanted something so bad in my life. I'm listening to body right now and she wants Kyle so bad. So I'm gonna satisfy both our needs. This is what I want and nothing else! Finally, I feel free and in control. It's like a new side to me I never knew existed. A new Sasha, and I'm loving it. So independent and fearless! I was born for this, I was born to be with him!

Don't worry.

I know where the bedroom is...