CHAPTER 5

Riley's POV

"What the hell was that?!"

Mr. Philips, aka my homophobic, hypocritical father asked, scratch that, he bellowed loudly as soon as we entered our huge, two-storey house. He shut the door loudly and turned to face me, a very deep, angry scowl on his face. He honestly looked like he was holding in a fart. I knew this would happen because it happens every. Single. Fucking. Day.

You think they would give up saying the same thing over and over like a freaking broken record after realizing that nothing they say will ever change me. Well, they are pretty patient. I'll give them that.

"What the hell was what?"I asked, feigning innocence with a stoic look on my face.

" Don't play dumb with me. You and Mrs. Martin's daughter. You were flirting with her, and that's not even the worst part of it all. You were flirting with her on church grounds! Unholy people like you do not even deserve the light of day. How dare you disgrace the house of God with your sinful, filthy actions! You are the greatest disappointment in my life. Now go to your room, your grounded for a week..... "

I zoned out when he started grounding me and telling me I should use that time to fast and pray for forgiveness from the lord almighty. I simply do not understand my father. In fact, I stopped trying when I realized it won't benefit me in any way. He's so broken inside but he doesn't want any help. He believes that people like him are not supposed to need help. They are supposed to help themselves so that God can help them.

I don't want to point any fingers, but he started acting like this when my mom left, five years ago. That's when he started ministry, building a church, becoming a pastor. Mom left because she said she can't handle being a pastor's wife. Dad thought his wife would actually be happy for him, support him, and even participate in church activities. He never expected mom to jump him like that and leave him when he made the biggest accomplishment of his life, as he put it. He then put so much focus on the church, he simply forgot his family existed. He dragged my brother into ministry to follow in his footsteps to show everyone how united his family.

Well, I refused to be part of some hypocrisy to avoid questions on my personal life. I just lived my life how I wanted it to be.

Besides, my mom was the only person who understood me, the only one who knew everything I went through, everything I felt, including me being lesbian. I came out to her first because I knew she'd get me. She never reprimanded me, she told me she loved me even more for having the courage to tell her that. She made feel like I  matter but when she left without even a single goodbye, she left with a huge piece of my heart. No one else around actually gets me like she did. I guess only moms can do that. I never knew where she went. I don't know if she's still alive, I don't know if she remarried or has a new family or anything like that. I just pray for her everyday to atleast be fine.

I walked upstairs to my room, showered and changed into some comfy sweats and a blank tank top. I didn't feel like eating so I just laid on my bed, opened my laptop and started researching basketball moves on the internet.

I couldn't stop seeing those chocolate brown eyes staring back at me. I couldn't stop seeing those pink full lips curling into a cute smile. I kept picturing myself kissing her on her neck, leaving a mark there, trailing down to her throat and blowing raspberries there because she looked like she'd like that. Hearing her giggle lightly because she's ticklish there. Trailing kisses further down to her collar bone. Grazing my fingers to her full breasts and playing with her perked sensitive nipples then replacing my fingers with my mouth. Scraping my teeth on her nipples and sucking on it earning a soft moan from her mouth as she archs her back on my bed.

I sucked my fingers and covered them in saliva, reaching to my already wet pussy. I rubbed my clit slowly just thinking of Asha eating me out, feeling her tongue on my clit. I put two fingers in, fingering myself then added another one as I moaned loudly. Lucky for me, our walls aren't thin at all. With one loud moan, I came in my hands, my breath coming out in pants.

I'm so screwed up. Asha has me wrapped around her little finger and she doesn't even know it. I went to wash my hands and since it was around ten at night, I brushed my teeth and went to sleep with one thing or rather person on my mind.

Asha.

~~~~~~~~~~~glowy the glow worm says hi as he takes you to the next scene~~~~~~~~~~~~

I woke to a loud ringing noise, groaning like a lion nutting for the first time. When I was almost going to sleep since the ringing stopped, I heard it again. Dammit. It was my phone and someone was calling me at, I checked the time, 3:46 am. Who the fuck calls at such an ungodly hour?!

Oh never mind.

"yes coach?" I asked groggily, mentally cursing him  in every language I know,

"don't yes coach me. Get your lazy butt up and come to the court, our morning run begins at four sharp and I need y'all lazy asses right here in the next five minutes, do I make myself clear?!"

I yawned loudly and "mm hmm" - d him.

"I SAID DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"

"Sir, yes sir!" I spoke up quickly not wanting to be in that man's bad side. I swear he's the devil's spawn.

I woke up, very reluctantly, took a shower, wore my track suit, tennis shoes, ipod connected to my music and headed out for the morning run. God only knows I need the run to clear my head.

I was among the first to get to the court, giving me a chance to do a few laps around the court and some stretches. The rest of my team mates joined a few minutes later and we were all present and accounted for in no time at all.

"yo bitch, what's up?"  a very familiar and annoyingly chirpy voice asked while an arm was swung around my shoulders.

Ugh.

"go away Rex. You know how peachy keen I am so freaking early in the morning." I muttered through gritted teeth. Truth be told, I am the farthest thing from a morning person. And the sprinkles to this bright  vanilla sundae with chocolate fudge was me sleeping past midnight wanking to you-know-who. Man I was as cranky as a kid with a full diaper.

"And who's to blame for your human-zombie transformation. You're the one staying up all night jerking off to anything with full titties and a huge ass. Anyone caught your interest yet, because my gaydar has been going WILD on this new hot piece of ass who moved to town a few weeks ago. Man, I could just die buried in between those two meaty globes of perfection. They're so jiggly and look so so-"

" you loud-mouthed bitch. LESS YAPPING MORE RUNNING! I DON'T TOLERATE ANY SLACKING OFF, you should know that already. Now GET GOING BEFORE I SHOVE THIS WHISTLE WHERE THE SUN DOESN'T SHINE!! "coach yelled.

Man that guy was scary as fuck!

Especially when he did that thing where he could change the pitch of his voice, one time he speaks so softly yet in such a creepy way, it intimidates everyone he uses it on. Then, he immediately switches it to loud, annoying and very authoritative. Like, how do you even do that normally?!

Maybe he's not even human.

We continued our run up and down the hills that surrounded our town. They were covered in bushes and shrubs. The atmosphere had this beautiful scent of lavender flowers, a very strong whiff of rosemary and thyme and eucalyptus trees. There was also a faint smell of pine and the sweet smell that lingers after a rain. It was so serene and so calm, like some sort of aroma therapy. That together with the burn I felt in my body while running and reaching my runner's high just made me forget everything that stressed me out. I ended up with a clear head, no jumbled up thoughts, no mumbo jumbo about my family and no sad thoughts.

The only problem was,

I couldn't get those chocolate brown eyes out of my head.

Fuck me.