Hard to Breathe

I woke in the morning in my father's garage. I got up and ran into the house, up the stairs, and into my room to get dressed. I had to tell dad...

As I run down the stairs to the kitchen I run into mom who is fixing breakfast and asked her if dad was back yet. She started to say no but then realized who she was speaking with. She gasped and reached for me realizing that I had escaped my room knowing how much I fear hurting people. I tried to explain what had happened but I couldn't get her to let me go long enough to do so. When dad walked in mom told him that I had escaped and he too began to smother me to death. With this I just let myself go limp, stuck in the embrace of both my mother and my father. I said muffled by my mother's giant breasts that seemed to swallow my head, "I was able to control it last night." But it just came out as jumbled nonsense. My father tried to say that it was okay, that I didn't have to say anything. So I stomped and flailed my arms. My mom and dad just hugged me tighter and hushed me. I decided I needed to get them off me so I stomped on dad's foot, then mom's giving me barely enough time to breathe and say that I was ok. I explained that I was able to control myself as a wolf and that I was able to stop myself from killing someone last night. when I finally got this out, both my mother and father began hyperventilating, telling me how proud they were and I, unfortunately, found myself right back in the position I was in before.

Finally, my brother Anthony showed up and asked what was going on. dad explained what had happened and Anthony gave me a hand by saying that I needed to breath. So mom let me go trying to apologize. I told her that it was okay, but I couldn't hide my purple face and heavy breathing. I told my dad that I wanted to try to join Weston University while stuffing my face with pancakes. He asked me why I wanted to join, saying that I had never really shown any interest in college before. I couldn't tell him that I wanted to find a boy, especially not one as good-looking as the guy I tried to eat last night. I thought quickly deciding to say that I had always wanted to go, but I was too scared of what I might do when I turned so I just never really said anything. I had to figure out what I wanted to do so I could convince him that I really wanted this, when all I wanted to do was to look into those ocean blue eyes again. I eventually settled on optometry, because those eyes were all I could think of. Dad said that he would do what he could. I knew that we didn't have a lot of money, but I needed to see him again. At least I might be able to get into one of his games as a student. Walking up to the school all I could think about was the sweat dripping from his luscious locks of gold as I stare deep into his eyes that are so blue I just wanted to swim in them. The thought was enough to send shivers down my spine and tingles to other more personal parts of my body. I can't wait to find him. I get to my first class and am bored beyond belief. I have no idea how these guys do it. I looked around at the class and realized that 90 percent of them were sleeping while the teacher rambled about how important it was to use the blackboard app to turn in your assignments. saying that if we sent them in an email we may not get credit for all of our hard work. I was thinking about rescuing the class and eating our strange monotone teacher, but then I saw him walk by the door. I excused myself saying that I had to use the lady's room and went after him. When I got out the door he was gone, so to keep up the roos I just went to the rest room waited for a couple of minutes in the stall to make it seem like I was being legitimate. I came out, washed my hands, and went back to class. The rest of the week went on like this until the Saturday night game. I showed up and watched as the man of my dreams ran up and down the field. He may not have been the biggest guy, but he certainly was the fastest and greatest player on the team. I found out that his name was Jacen Phillips number 69. Just thinking of his number made me get all hot and bothered. I could feel the blood rushing into my face making it bright red. I could feel a warm tingling sensation in my chest and could definitely tell that I would have to change my panties soon. I waited until the end of the game to head home. As I left some guys ran by knocking me into the trash cans, I fumbled over them smacking my head hard on the bleachers. I woke up to the man of my dreams looking into my eyes with worry all over his face. I sat up a little and he said, "Thank God!!! we thought you might have a spinal injury it looked like you had peed yourself." My face got really red and I said, "No, I just spilled my sprite." I tried to muster a laugh but it hurt to do so. The female paramedic moved back a bit ad gave me a big thumbs up telling me that she knew what was actually happening... I just smiled and said, "I must be going, I have a long walk ahead of me." Jacen said, "Nonsense, give me ten minutes to take a shower and I will give you a ride, no point in you wandering around at night. Especially not when you possibly have a concussion." I just got even redder and said, "ok." The woman again gave me a big thumbs up and smiled ear to ear. I introduced myself to him as we headed down the road, telling him my name and what I was studying. He responded by telling me that his name was Jacen but his friends call him J. He told me that he was studying Criminal Justice and Government affairs. He said that he dreamed of being in the FBI and would do anything it takes to make it. He told me that he had a full-ride scholarship for football and that he wished his older brother would have been able to join him. We talked the whole way to the house never once mentioning that I had tried to eat him last Saturday. I got out and he walked me to the door I unlocked it and looked at him praying that he would do anything to say that he felt the same. he asked if I was ok and leaned in for a hug. I hugged him like I was on my death bed saying how grateful I was. He gave me a small peck on the cheek and left saying that he was glad to help. I felt my heart skipping as I opened the door and breathed slowly. My eyes never left the door as I turned closing it leaning my head against the warm wood of the door thinking, "He kissed me, sure it was a small and short little peck on the cheek. But he kissed me!" I stood there trying to breathe, who knew that love made it so hard to breathe?