Gemma parked at an open lot filled with cars and big bikes. Some few people are sitting in clusters either making out, drinking or just talking. Large barrels of beers are in the midst as some group of people openly distribute beers. My eyes swept the area for him as I climbed down of Gemma's car.
"Hey G!" a large voice boomed as he swept past me and grab my bestfriend by the waist.
"Hey B!" my bestfriend, giggled and gave him a quick peck in the cheeks. "That's Heline my bestfriend."
"Hey Heline," he mumbled never looking my way and giving Gemma kisses. My bestfriend giggled as i walked away, quickly sweeping pass people. Some occasional drunk person bumps and stumbles while some vomits nearby.
"Heline, just don't go too far, okay," i could hear Gemma called out in between giggles. i gave them a tiny nod as i make my way through the crowd.
I stopped short as i finally found him. Kurt flirtateously swaying with red-head and tall-legged Dinah to some loud music as they share a kiss and a bottle of vodka. Kurt froze as he looked straight at me watching him.
I felt my heart stopped and my head swirl. He played me. That jerk.
I glared at him and was about to walked away when the crowd break into chaos. A loud siren was heard from a distance. "Police!" somebody shouted.
I was rooted to where i was standing. People running around to escape and some picks themselves up as they stumble. Strong masculine arms pick me up and lifted me over his shoulders like a sack of potato. I pounded his back and kicked my legs but he is just too strong.
"Stop it Heline. I'm getting you out of here," a familiar voice boomed. My heart filled with hatred as i struggle to pound and kick.
"Put me down you jerk," i shouted in between gritted teeth.
He held me tighter and ran through the woods. "Do you want to be caught by the police?"
I froze. Mom would really freaked out. "Put me down please," i said softly, seething. "I promise I'll do what you says."
Kurt hid behind a large tree and put me down and gestured me to get down as we hid behind bushes. He wrapped his arms around me as we sat still quietly. The sirens sounded loudly from a distant. Beams of flashlights flashed everywhere as we heard footsteps pushing and walking making them squat with their hands at the back of their head around the beer barrels.
Just our luck, large drops of rain begun falling just in time as the police has finish pushing all that they arrested inside their cars. Kurt quietly removed his jacket and placed it on top of our heads. We curled tightly in his jacket as the police cars went away. I could feel the warmth of his body.
"C'mon. We have to find shelter," he said and helped me stand. He held my hand and gave me a little jerk. I followed him, running.
We found an abandon tiny barn and went inside. Heavy rain pours. It was dark and cold.
My hand trembled as i tried to check my phone for signal. There was none.
"F****ng Sh*t!" he cursed and kicked a large pile of hay which scattered around.
I trembled and burst out crying.
Kurt rushed to me, "H-hey. Its gonna be alright." He wrapped his arms around me and i shoove him away with all my might.
"Dont f****ng touch me," i snarled.
He lifted his hands in a surrender and sat at the floor filled with hay.
I rolled his jacket into a ball and threw it at his face. "You can keep your bitch-scented jacket." I trembled with coldness.
"Bitch what?" Kurt looked confuse then his eyes sparkled as he realized what i was trying to say. He laughed. "You're jealous."
I glared at him. A murderous one. How dare he played at me and just laugh about it.
Kurt's face fell. "I-I'm sorry."
Tears fell from my eyes. Big tears. I think bigger than the raindrops.
He stood up and brush off some hay from his pants. He wrapped his hand around my waist from behind me. I just stood still. "I was trying to forget you."
"Oh you would really forget me alright with Dinah draped all over you," I snapped.
He hugged me tighter and said softly, "You hunt me in my dreams. I couldn't forget you. And when every time i see you, I want to drop down in my knees and beg you to take me back. S-so I thought having someone else would make me forget you. would make me not want you."
"Why do you want to forget me?"
He pulled away and grab my hands. He sat and patted the floor next to him. "Sit." I obeyed.
"My mom raised me alone. She did everything for me. It was just the two of us. For 19 long years. I thought she just worked hard to get us by. I never knew my dad. She never mentioned him so i never asked." He peeked at me. I just nodded. I understood this part of growing up without a father.
"My mom has a bad habit of drinking more than she could handle. As i grew older, her drinking worsen. When i arrived home, i find her sprawled on the floor, too drunk to stand up. I would pick her up and bring her to her bed and she would curl and cry for one name. Emman." he cleared his throat as if a huge lump blocks.
i listened still and kept quiet. He continued. "every night it was like that. every freaking night the same routine. Then last month i asked her, when she was sober up, who is Emman."
"And," i asked softly.
"She never answered. She shut me out. Right after that, she never allow me to pick her up from the floor and bring her to bed. She would force herself to crawl to her bed and slam the door on my face."
I felt bad for him. I squeezed his hand. He went on, "It was bad at home but I didn't mind because I have you. You. You make me go crazy. I was happy. I was happy with you." He took my hand and planted a soft kiss at the back of palm. "I thought things may be bad at home but at least we were going great. I was falling in love with you."
My heart pounded loudly as he just held onto my hand. "Then one day, mom decided to get on with the truth. She told me Emman is my father. And that Emman wanted to keep me away for a while."
"Why?" i asked.
"Because he is super rich and a married man. He doesn't want his bastard to ruin his relations with his wife and lose his money."
I gasped. "Do you know this Emman?"
He shooked his head and continued, "But mom says he regularly gives child support and is curently funding my study and that he keep tabs on me."
i nodded in understanding. He still went on, "The day that i found out, i was so broken. My father is alive but he never let me know him. He always visit mom at home but he never stayed behind to see and know me. I-i felt worthless. That I dont deserve to be loved." He trembled and hung onto my hands tightly. "Even by you."
We stared at each other in an odd way. Tears were falling from his eyes. I battled with his glances as tears rolled down with the same quietness. "It is not for you to say that. I say who deserves my love."
He sighed, wiping his own tears. "The next day, i broke up with you. I feel that you deserve better than me. Not a bastard."
I felt an urge to do something, to comfort him. This man is so broken that he felt he doesnt deserve love.
In a moment, I pressed my lips against his, felt his body loosen and his arms wrapped around my waist. "I love you Kurt Sebastian Rigor. No matter who you are. With a father or none," i whispered beneath the salty tears.
He kisses me back. softly at first until it his kisses becomes intense. "I love you Heline. Im sorry for what I did," he whispered back. He moves closer to me and laid me on the floor. Unable to contain ourselves anymore, he went on top of me and pulls me into a fiery and passionate kiss. He kisses my neck as he unbuttons my blouse. He then softly manuevers his lips down to my chest, licking passionately the tip of my nipples as he hand works towards my thigh. i moaned.
He lifted my skirt and gently removes my undies. I unbuckled his belt and unbotton his pants. He quickly removed his pants and underwear. His eyes shone as he stared at my nakedness. "You're beautiful." he sighed. And he continued on exploring my body with his hands and lips. I sigh and moaned as i take in the sweet pleasures of his kisses and touch.
He takes shaky, shallow breaths as he spread my legs open. I could feel his hard manhood slowly slips into my womanhood. I whimpered in pain.
"I-I... Is this your first time?" he asked, his voice low and husky. I nodded.
"I-I cant hurt you," he tried to pull away.
"I can do this Kurt," I said and pulled him back. We kissed as he possessed me as his. At first, it was excruciating but it then become pleasurable and sweet as he kisses me with fiery passion whispering he loves me over and over again.
On that tiny abandoned barn and under the heavy rain, two become one.