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As Caylee layed there, staring out the window watching a strong storm blow the helpless limbs of trees every which way... She felt as if she were one of them. She compared her life to the storm, as she felt she was one of the trees. It all made perfect sense to her, the world was just a totally not understanding, cruel, one minded place. And she was a little fucked up girl in it.
How could she be so in love with her uncle ? Caylee always thought love is love... You can hide from it all you want, and a lot of people do. She never wanted to live a life like that. A life without love, without happiness. She knew that if anyone ever found out about her and her uncles "relationship" he would be put in jail, she wouldn't see him for a very long time, if ever. Thomas was 43 years old, Caylee was 15. She couldn't understand how people hated against taboo relationships.
Such as gays, lesbians, bi-sexuals. How can people just deny love? Who are they to say someone can't love another person?
What about all of the helpless men who had sex with their lovers who happened to be one or two years younger than them, when they were just eighteen or ninteen? How many people are now considered rapists and child molesters and can't even be with their own children? They aren't allowed to go to so many places by themselves where children might be?
Caylee rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, she pulled the covers up more and tucked them under her chin. She scrunched her eyebrows in frustration.
Now that Thomas had betrayed her, he slept with her teacher, none the less. She had to work extra hard now, to make him love her more. She knew what she had to do.
Caylee rolled back over onto her side and watched the storm until she drifted to sleep.
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"Hello, you have reached the home of Stella Rodgers. Sorry I can't reach the phone right now, leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."
Damnit. Thomas thought to himself. Why isn't she answering her god damn phone?
He hung up the phone and pressed the redial button. This will be his fourth time calling.
"Hello?" Answered in a nervous voice.
"Stella!" Exclaimed Thomas. "Listen.. I'm sorry about the other day... With Caylee just barging in like that."
"No... No... Don't be sorry. Is that all you wanted?"
Thomas was taken aback. "All I wanted? No, Stella. I miss you. When can I see you again?" He sounded hopeful.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Thomas. I didn't know you had relations with any of my students. Imagine what that would be like on her."
"Noo.... What? Caylee will be fine, she'll be glad to see me have someone in my life. You make me happy, Stella. I need to see you again."
Stella let out a long sigh, thinking about it. She bit her lip. " I just.. I don't know how I'm going to face her on Monday. I can't believe she walked in and saw us like that!"
"I know, baby. Me either. That part must have been hard for her. But it was just embarassment, that was the worst of it. I promise you."
"I sure hope so."
"When can I see you?" He was almost begging.
"How about tomorrow? After school."
"That's perfect, I'll see you then, baby."
"I can't wait." A smile sounded on her voice. "I'll see you then."
Thomas hung up the phone, feeling proud and good about himself. He opened the fridge and pulled out an assembly of things to make a sandwich.
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Caylee got up at the crack of day light Monday morning to get ready for school.
She threw on her favorite pair of faded red skinny jeans and black tank top, covered by a black jacket.
She went into the kitchen quietly without making any noise, only to find her uncle sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning newspaper. She went to the shelf to get some cereal and her uncle quietly appeared behind her, sliding his arm around her waist.
She cringed. Don't touch me, she wanted to say. But instead she just bit her lip.
"What's the matter? You afraid of me?" Thomas asked, with a sour tone in his voice.
"No.. I.. Have to go to school."
Caylee stood on her tip toes and grabbed a coffee mug out of the cabinet. "By the way... What the hell were you doing with Mrs. Rodgers yesterday? You know she's married."
"I know that. We were just having some fun. I get lonely when you go off to school..." He said as he turned her around, slowly running his fingers down the side of her face.
"You were having fun? Some fucking fun?" She half yelled, not hiding the hurt look on her face. "That's my teacher! You slept with another person, Thomas! I thought you loved me!" She looked down at their feet.
He lifted her chin to look at him. "Oh come on, precious... You know I love you." He kissed her lips lightly.
She felt as if her knees were melting, she took half a step toward her uncle and pushed her body against him lightly. She looked up at him. "I guess you're right..." She said. "I have no reason to be upset with you." She gave in so quickly.
"Of course, you don't." Thomas said as he bit her bottom lip teasingly.
Caylee felt a chill go all throughout her body, ready for what her uncle might have in mind for her. He reached down and unbuttoned her pants slowly, letting his fingers linger...
He squated down infront of her and pulled her pants and panties down slowly, he reached up and pushed her against the counter gently and spread her legs.
"No one could ever replace you." He said suddenly. Kissing her inner thigh up and down.
Caylee bit her bottom lip and shut her eyes tight. He spread her legs more and kissed her clit lightly. Thomas lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, leaning in for more. She let out a quick moan as he licked her up and down hard.
He sent chills all throughout her body. She knew she had him where she wanted him, she knew that he was the one she truly loved and nothing could change that.
Caylee and Thomas both jumped as they heard a car door slam outside. He stood up fast, wiping at his face with the sleeve of his shirt as she got her pants pulled up and fastened. She grabbed her bag from the front door quickly, just as her mother walked in.
"I forgot my letters to send off today..." Her mother trailed off, she looked Caylee up and down. "You look like you're in a rush, you want a ride to school?"
She just nodded, not looking at her uncle. Although she felt his large deep brown eyes staring at her. She turned to watch her mother make her way quickly down the hallway and into her room, coming out a few seconds later with a large stack of envelopes.
"You ready?" Bertha asked.
Caylee merely nooded again, as she walked outside behind her mom.
On her way to school, she couldn't help but feel powerful, greater than Stella could ever be. She smiled to herself.
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At school it was the usual routine, until last period. Physical Education. Mrs. Stella Rodgers.
Caylee got half way outside, and watched her teacher do the warm ups. She turned back around and went into the bathroom to skip. She couldn't stand being near her right now.
She sat in the bathroom stall, doodling on some test papers, she ignored all the girls who came and went. Until she heard her name.
She peeked through the crack and saw Jessica, Samantha, and Jeovana. They were all fixing their hair and reapplying their eyeliner.
"So you heard about Matt and Caylee at Nate's party on Friday?" Jeovana said, turning towards the other girls with a big grin on her face.
The other girls gasped. "Whaat?" They both said at the same time.
Jeovana nodded and grinned wider, "Matt's been telling everyone at school! I can't believe you haven't heard yet." She shook her head dramatically in disbelief.
"I wonder if they're a thing now..." Muttered Jessica.
"Well they must be! If not...." Samantha said, brushing out her hair.
"Caylee's a whore." Jeovana said casually.
Caylee's eyes widened, she never thought of herself as a whore. Why would Matt tell everyone? She sat back on the toilet and leaned the back of her head against the wall. She regretted sleeping with him. She didn't even remember if he was good or not, was he drunk too? Was he sober? Did they use protection?
The final bell rang and the three girls skampered out of the bathroom giggling. Caylee got her stuff put back into her bag and walked out, not looking up at anyone and stared at her feet. She needed to find Matt.
Caylee got outside and looked all around, she saw various couples kissing, some people saying goodbye, then remembered it was football season. He would be in the field practicing.
She started walking around the pavement, to behind the school. She stopped when she saw Mrs. Rodgers talking on the phone and packing up her things. Caylee bit her lip in frustration, she walked near the wall quickly, hopefully blending in. She was almost to the field when Stella saw her.
"Caylee! Wait up!" She walked faster, ignoring her.
"Caylee! Why weren't you at class?" Stella grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.
"I was sick." Caylee said sourly.
"Oh, you must have been in the nurses office. Are you a cheerleader? Why are you going to the field?" She asked curiously.
"I'm looking for someone." She looked away from her.
"Oh..... Well how do you get home...?"
Caylee looked back at her curiously. "Um... I usually walk. Why?"
"Well, I'm suppose to be meeting up with Thomas at your house after school, do you want a ride?"
How could she be so in love with her uncle ? Caylee always thought love is love... You can hide from it all you want, and a lot of people do. She never wanted to live a life like that. A life without love, without happiness. She knew that if anyone ever found out about her and her uncles "relationship" he would be put in jail, she wouldn't see him for a very long time, if ever. Thomas was 43 years old, Caylee was 15. She couldn't understand how people hated against taboo relationships.
Such as gays, lesbians, bi-sexuals. How can people just deny love? Who are they to say someone can't love another person?
What about all of the helpless men who had sex with their lovers who happened to be one or two years younger than them, when they were just eighteen or ninteen? How many people are now considered rapists and child molesters and can't even be with their own children? They aren't allowed to go to so many places by themselves where children might be?
Caylee rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, she pulled the covers up more and tucked them under her chin. She scrunched her eyebrows in frustration.
Now that Thomas had betrayed her, he slept with her teacher, none the less. She had to work extra hard now, to make him love her more. She knew what she had to do.
Caylee rolled back over onto her side and watched the storm until she drifted to sleep.
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"Hello, you have reached the home of Stella Rodgers. Sorry I can't reach the phone right now, leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."
Damnit. Thomas thought to himself. Why isn't she answering her god damn phone?
He hung up the phone and pressed the redial button. This will be his fourth time calling.
"Hello?" Answered in a nervous voice.
"Stella!" Exclaimed Thomas. "Listen.. I'm sorry about the other day... With Caylee just barging in like that."
"No... No... Don't be sorry. Is that all you wanted?"
Thomas was taken aback. "All I wanted? No, Stella. I miss you. When can I see you again?" He sounded hopeful.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Thomas. I didn't know you had relations with any of my students. Imagine what that would be like on her."
"Noo.... What? Caylee will be fine, she'll be glad to see me have someone in my life. You make me happy, Stella. I need to see you again."
Stella let out a long sigh, thinking about it. She bit her lip. " I just.. I don't know how I'm going to face her on Monday. I can't believe she walked in and saw us like that!"
"I know, baby. Me either. That part must have been hard for her. But it was just embarassment, that was the worst of it. I promise you."
"I sure hope so."
"When can I see you?" He was almost begging.
"How about tomorrow? After school."
"That's perfect, I'll see you then, baby."
"I can't wait." A smile sounded on her voice. "I'll see you then."
Thomas hung up the phone, feeling proud and good about himself. He opened the fridge and pulled out an assembly of things to make a sandwich.
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Caylee got up at the crack of day light Monday morning to get ready for school.
She threw on her favorite pair of faded red skinny jeans and black tank top, covered by a black jacket.
She went into the kitchen quietly without making any noise, only to find her uncle sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning newspaper. She went to the shelf to get some cereal and her uncle quietly appeared behind her, sliding his arm around her waist.
She cringed. Don't touch me, she wanted to say. But instead she just bit her lip.
"What's the matter? You afraid of me?" Thomas asked, with a sour tone in his voice.
"No.. I.. Have to go to school."
Caylee stood on her tip toes and grabbed a coffee mug out of the cabinet. "By the way... What the hell were you doing with Mrs. Rodgers yesterday? You know she's married."
"I know that. We were just having some fun. I get lonely when you go off to school..." He said as he turned her around, slowly running his fingers down the side of her face.
"You were having fun? Some fucking fun?" She half yelled, not hiding the hurt look on her face. "That's my teacher! You slept with another person, Thomas! I thought you loved me!" She looked down at their feet.
He lifted her chin to look at him. "Oh come on, precious... You know I love you." He kissed her lips lightly.
She felt as if her knees were melting, she took half a step toward her uncle and pushed her body against him lightly. She looked up at him. "I guess you're right..." She said. "I have no reason to be upset with you." She gave in so quickly.
"Of course, you don't." Thomas said as he bit her bottom lip teasingly.
Caylee felt a chill go all throughout her body, ready for what her uncle might have in mind for her. He reached down and unbuttoned her pants slowly, letting his fingers linger...
He squated down infront of her and pulled her pants and panties down slowly, he reached up and pushed her against the counter gently and spread her legs.
"No one could ever replace you." He said suddenly. Kissing her inner thigh up and down.
Caylee bit her bottom lip and shut her eyes tight. He spread her legs more and kissed her clit lightly. Thomas lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, leaning in for more. She let out a quick moan as he licked her up and down hard.
He sent chills all throughout her body. She knew she had him where she wanted him, she knew that he was the one she truly loved and nothing could change that.
Caylee and Thomas both jumped as they heard a car door slam outside. He stood up fast, wiping at his face with the sleeve of his shirt as she got her pants pulled up and fastened. She grabbed her bag from the front door quickly, just as her mother walked in.
"I forgot my letters to send off today..." Her mother trailed off, she looked Caylee up and down. "You look like you're in a rush, you want a ride to school?"
She just nodded, not looking at her uncle. Although she felt his large deep brown eyes staring at her. She turned to watch her mother make her way quickly down the hallway and into her room, coming out a few seconds later with a large stack of envelopes.
"You ready?" Bertha asked.
Caylee merely nooded again, as she walked outside behind her mom.
On her way to school, she couldn't help but feel powerful, greater than Stella could ever be. She smiled to herself.
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At school it was the usual routine, until last period. Physical Education. Mrs. Stella Rodgers.
Caylee got half way outside, and watched her teacher do the warm ups. She turned back around and went into the bathroom to skip. She couldn't stand being near her right now.
She sat in the bathroom stall, doodling on some test papers, she ignored all the girls who came and went. Until she heard her name.
She peeked through the crack and saw Jessica, Samantha, and Jeovana. They were all fixing their hair and reapplying their eyeliner.
"So you heard about Matt and Caylee at Nate's party on Friday?" Jeovana said, turning towards the other girls with a big grin on her face.
The other girls gasped. "Whaat?" They both said at the same time.
Jeovana nodded and grinned wider, "Matt's been telling everyone at school! I can't believe you haven't heard yet." She shook her head dramatically in disbelief.
"I wonder if they're a thing now..." Muttered Jessica.
"Well they must be! If not...." Samantha said, brushing out her hair.
"Caylee's a whore." Jeovana said casually.
Caylee's eyes widened, she never thought of herself as a whore. Why would Matt tell everyone? She sat back on the toilet and leaned the back of her head against the wall. She regretted sleeping with him. She didn't even remember if he was good or not, was he drunk too? Was he sober? Did they use protection?
The final bell rang and the three girls skampered out of the bathroom giggling. Caylee got her stuff put back into her bag and walked out, not looking up at anyone and stared at her feet. She needed to find Matt.
Caylee got outside and looked all around, she saw various couples kissing, some people saying goodbye, then remembered it was football season. He would be in the field practicing.
She started walking around the pavement, to behind the school. She stopped when she saw Mrs. Rodgers talking on the phone and packing up her things. Caylee bit her lip in frustration, she walked near the wall quickly, hopefully blending in. She was almost to the field when Stella saw her.
"Caylee! Wait up!" She walked faster, ignoring her.
"Caylee! Why weren't you at class?" Stella grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.
"I was sick." Caylee said sourly.
"Oh, you must have been in the nurses office. Are you a cheerleader? Why are you going to the field?" She asked curiously.
"I'm looking for someone." She looked away from her.
"Oh..... Well how do you get home...?"
Caylee looked back at her curiously. "Um... I usually walk. Why?"
"Well, I'm suppose to be meeting up with Thomas at your house after school, do you want a ride?"
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I have no spurTo prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
--Macbeth, Act I, scene vii