Tender heart High ~ Mistress In The Making~ Chapter Eight- Accept

Tender heart High
Chapter Eight ~ Accept

I sat in my room the blank computer screen staring back at me mockingly. 1

I had done as my mother had instructed, marching up to my bedroom without even answering my father when he asked me how I was. Ignoring him as he followed me frustrated into my room were I slammed the door hard in his face and switched the lock.2

If he wanted to talk to me he could wait until my mother was finished with him, after all I knew that I would have a lot of explaining to do once my teary, eyed, mother came inside and I preferred being in the safe, sanctuary of my room with the door locked so that even if they wanted to talk they would have to do it in my time.3

I was not a spoiled brat in any respect. I had always been a good child and followed everyone of my parents wishes. The thought of even rebelling against them made my skin crawl. I only wanted to make a point and the point being that I was not giving into them this time. 4

What was the point of backing down when you believed in something so strongly? 5

I knew that if I let them get to me this time I would let them get to me very time, again and again until I was one of them; Societies conformist.6

“COLBY open the darn door and let me in. Is there something wrong? Did something happen at school? Open this door young lady right now,” I heard him yelling his deep growls of annoyance echoing underneath the door, fist banging hard against the hollow wooden door. I was surprised he had not already knocked it down. 7

“Go away,” I cried back tapping my nails against my mouse scrolling down the page of half naked women. The mere vision almost bringing tears to my eyes.8

I was frightened, I was scared as hell looking at these women. I had never really thought much about the pleasuring side of everything until I had laid my eyes on Ellie. Now she had opened a whole new world for me were all I could think about was pleasure.9

They were so beautiful in very way, shape and form. All I wanted was to be loved by someone as beautiful as those women were. Even despite all the beauty I wanted the touch of a woman the kind of touch no man could ever offer, the kind of touch were a woman just knows the all right places to capture you in a state of euphoria leaving you completely breathless.10

My eyes began to water, I brushed them softly wiping away the aching need to be in her arm again. Crying impatiently to have my fingers stroking her hair. Anything just to be in her presence for eternity. Not even for eternity just here and now I did not even care about forever.11

“What is wrong? Did somebody hurt you love? Please open the door,” my father begged his voice softening into a whimpering, manly plead for assurance. Then it must have dawned on him. My mother had not followed me inside like she usually did, she was still outside in the car. 12


I could see her from my open window her head still pressed against the steering wheel. The sun shining brightly upon her raven, red hair as it glistened in the mirrors reflection. 13

Was she that shattered and torn? Was it that fucking terrible that I loved women?14

It was not as if I was doing drugs, smoking, or drinking. It wasn't as if I would be going out having promiscuous sex with random guys and getting myself knocked up. She had nothing to worry about. Well maybe she did in regards to Ellie's own lesbian promiscuous personality, but I found it hard to believe that my mother would ever be interested in my lovers welfare.15

“Where is your mother Colby?” my father yelled his five second calming voice heightening with anger as he continued to bash his burly hands against the door, beckoning that I give in and answer his desperate questions.16

I sighed closing the box my eyes drying from the heat of my frustration. 17

“How about you go check downstairs instead of interrogating me?” I said in a childish, sarcastic, manner. I was beyond tired of hearing his voice it was starting to get on my nerves and all I wanted to do was sit in silence pondering sweet thoughts about the love of my life.18

The banging stopped his fist no longer thrashing against the door. His screaming stopped, leaving the house in silence for the first time since I had walked through the door. I heaved a sigh of relief pulling my hair from the tightened grasp of my hair tie.19

“I will deal with you latter young lady,” my father stated walking away down the stairs.20

I watched from my window as he walked out onto the driveway ripping the car door open. His hands wrapped around my mother as he carried her weak body onto the pavement, his eyes darting in very direction his lips voicing for her to follow his every demand.21

It was all so dramatic, though this was the life of my reputation hungry parents always exaggerating things way beyond the point of what they actually were.22

Turing around I ran my fingers through my locks parting the tangled knots that has been captured by the wind of the day only to see a flashing Orange box appear on my screen.23

[Ellie-Hearts is wishing to send you an invitation to be friends – accept or deny]24

My heart started pounding as the name flickered and flashed in rhythm with the beating of my heart. I scrolled the mouse down inhaling deeply as I responded to her invite.25

[ Colby- Accept]