Forever Girl(2)

I'm walking out of the bathroom when I hear Ali screaming at someone. I  don't want to be in the hallway when they leave her room. If I had to  guess, I would say it's Pete she is screaming at. I'm almost to my door  when I hear her door open. Pete comes walking out with Ali right behind  him. He stops and she almost runs into his back. When she realizes that  he's stopped she looks around him and sees me.

"What are you doing out of your fucking room? Why do you always have to  ruin everything? I wish I'd gotten rid of you like I wanted too." She  sneers at me.

Pete turns around and back hands her. She falls to the floor and starts  crying. I'm just standing there motionless. He looks at me and then  looks down at her.

"Ali you are a fucking bitch. You are and always will be second choice.  You'll never have me the way you want. I just take what you willingly  give me." He says with distain in his voice.         

     



 

She looks up at him with tears and mascara running down her face and begs him not to leave.

"Go clean yourself up and stop groveling." He sneers with contempt.

He looks at me one last time shakes his head and walks out. I don't  understand what he meant by that statement. I really just wanted to  disappear back into my room. I'm holding my breath when I look back at  Ali.

"Mind your own fucking business and go to bed." She says with hatred in her voice.

I rush into my room quick and exhale the breath I was holding. I don't  know what just happened but I'm thankful she didn't come after me.





I open my window and look out at the neighbor's house. I wonder if the  people that live there have any idea of the hell I go through? If their  lives are as picture perfect as they look from the outside. I'm looking  at the bedroom window across from mine and the room starts to glow with a  soft light. I see the guy from earlier walk into the room with only a  towel on. He's gorgeous with muscles that are glistening from being wet.  The towel lays on his hips and you can make out his V muscle. It's  sprinkled with a small amount of light colored hair. I've never seen a  guy look like him before. Hell I've never seen a man in real life with  only a towel on before. I feel a strange tingle in my lower stomach.  He's doing something in his closet and I find myself mesmerized by him.  He comes back out with sweatpants in his hand. I keep watching knowing  what he's going to do next and can't help myself but watch. His back is  to me as he takes his towel off. His ass is hard and you can tell he  works-out. I would love to be able to touch him and feel his muscles. He  must feel me watching because he turns around and looks out of his  window and into mine. I tuck myself behind the curtain and peek to see  if he's still looking. First thing I notice is his hand grabbing his  long thick cock. I start my journey up his body until I come to his  face. He's wearing a smirk that would normally piss me off. He's acting  cocky, but I was the one caught ogling him. I find myself thinking he  looks sexy as fuck with that smirk on his face. I know he can't see me.  He must know I'm still watching because he throws his head back and I  swear I hear him moan. I think I just moaned with him as I watch this  perfect specimen jack himself off. I've never seen a dick before but I  think his is perfect. I can feel myself getting wet and the tingle is  now a throb. As my hand starts the journey to my panties I remember that  I just started my period. I feel stupid because he's so hot and he's  probably teasing me. I would never have a chance with someone as  handsome and sexy as him. I'm know I'm nothing special to look at. I  have dark brown hair that's half way down my back and blue eyes. I'm 5'4  and weigh maybe hundred pounds. I get my height from Ali but that's it.  I'm thinking I look like my dad and that makes Ali hate me even more.

"He did not want you. I had to keep you because I was too far along and  could not abort you. My parents almost cut me off because of you. You  should be grateful that I didn't kill you after you were born. I thought  about it quite often." Ali reiterates to me.

Ali's what you would call pretty at thirty-four years old. I know that  she was beautiful when she was younger. I've seen the pictures she keeps  in her drawer. She started to go downhill when she started doing drugs  and drinking like a fish. She has blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She's  petite and acts like she's still a beauty queen she once was. She's  always telling me how much prettier she is than me. I might have ruined  her life but at least I did not ruin her body. She always reminds me.





I move away from the window and lay down. My brain tells me I'm stupid  for thinking the guy next door could or would have any interest in me.  To distract myself I start thinking about the day I can leave here. I  daydream about making my life anything I want it to be. I drift off to  sleep thinking maybe just maybe there's someone out there that will  think I'm beautiful. Who would be happy to have me just the way I am. I  wake up the next morning to noise in the kitchen. I wonder what's going  on down there this early. Ali is never awake before 1pm. I get up and  throw on a pair of jeans. They have rips up and down the legs. Kids pay  big money for pants like these. Mine are like this because they're so  worn they just tore. I throw on my Skid Row t-shirt, my converse, and  grab my hoodie. I walk into the bathroom to throw my hair up into a  messy bun and brush my teeth. I sing the alphabet song twice in my head.  When I'm done I take a good look at myself in the mirror.         

     



 

"I can do this. Not too much longer. I will be out of this place. I will live my life any way I choose." I say to myself.

I walk out of the bathroom and go down the hall to the kitchen. Sitting  right in my kitchen is the guy and girl from next door. Ali's leaning  into him with hardly anything on giving him a good look at her tits. I  stand back for a moment to look at both of them. He's in a grey t-shirt,  cargo shorts, and a pair of gray converse. He's looks just as sexy with  clothes on as he does naked. The girl has on a summer dress. It's a  soft pink and she has some cute sandals on. I would ever wear anything  like that; but it looks pretty on her. When I make my presence known Ali  looks at me and gives me a knowing smirk. She must have heard me come  down the hall.

"My sister and I came over to introduce ourselves. My name's Dean and this is Delia." He says as he stands up from the table.

He holds his hand out for me to shake. As soon as our hands touch  there's an electric current that goes from my hand throughout my body.  It causes a pulsating throb in my pussy. I gasp and take my hand from  his. I look up at him his eyes have gone from green to almost black from  his pupils. I move from him to Delia and shake her hand and introduce  myself to them.

"Where did y'all move from?" I ask them.

"We grew up in a small town in Michigan. Our parents didn't want us to  live in the dorms. We started looking for a place that didn't charge an  arm and a leg around here. We got lucky when we found our place online.  We transferred from the University of Michigan to University of Kentucky  for the fall semester." Dean answers.

"How old are y'all?

"We're both nineteen and twins. We graduated High School when we were sixteen." Delia answers.

I tell them that I'll be a senior this year, but I'll be done with  school in December. I also tell them my birthday is next month and I'll  be seventeen.

"It's fate that brought us here. We're going to be great friends." Delia says with a smile.

I talk to them a little bit longer as I'm making a peanut butter  sandwich to take to work. I apologize that I can't stay and chat. That  I've got to go before I'm late for work. Ali disappeared somewhere which  I'm thankful for until we get to the door. She has put on her clingiest  dress and a shit ton of perfume. She walks up to Dean and puts her hand  on his chest and her tits on his arm.

"It's going to be nice to have such a strong and capable man living next door." Ali purrs to him.

I get this strange feeling in my stomach and chest. All I want to do is rip Ali and her tits away from him.





Chapter 3



Lyric



Now





I call down to the kids that dinner's done. I ask them to wash their  hands and come up. I had to clean up after we wrote letters to their  daddy. I put the letters in envelopes and sent the kids to play as I  started dinner. I make sure that we seat at the table ever night and  talk about our day. I never had that growing up. I want them to know  that what they have to say and how their day was is important to me. I  hear the pitter patter of their little feet coming up the stairs.

"What's for dinner?" Jamie and Jazz ask at the same time.

They look at each other and yell jinx and then double jinx. I laugh and  shake my head and tell them to take their seats. I bring their plates to  them and they look at what I made. Jamie scrunches up his nose and loos  at me.