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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Part 7 Chapter 58 The screen said, "Ethan Rayner and Abigail Grenier are now in a relationship! Two seconds later, a comment appeared from Alyssa, "FINALLY! YAY 4 U 2 LOVE U XD! Ryan's comment was congratulatory, but hardly appropriate, "Congratz man, Abby's super hot." The significance of my action did not strike me until a few moments later. I had forgotten to see if there was a way to change a relationship status secretly. Samantha, who had thankfully stopped hanging around Ethan once I was firmly in the picture would see that Ethan was my boyfriend, but unfortunately so would Am?lie, Steven and Andrew. I filled Alyssa in on all the details via text, and then I used Am?lie's makeup remover on my face. I sat at the computer and clicked on accept for every single friend request, bringing my total from five to forty-five in under two minutes. I told myself that I wasn't going to go on it beyond answering messages about the band or chatting with Alyssa or Ethan, but I did have the urge to snoop. Facebook was as much a time-vampire as any Massively Multiplayer Online game. It would take me from my studies, which I had been rather lax in recently. I found myself looking through Ethan's entire timeline, from the time he created his page, seven years ago to his recent relationship change. There was no need for me to see his physical photo albums. There were no embarrassing baby pictures, but I was able to see his entire life from age eight to now. I commented on a few pictures and teased him about the Pok?mon PJs I found him wearing Christmas 08. A few minutes later, Alyssa sent me a request to help her in Farmville, which was a time waster built into Facebook. Before I knew it, it was past eleven. I dragged myself into bed. I texted Ethan a smiley face, and a few minutes later, he texted one back. That little action, as insignificant as it was, kept a smile on my face as I gently fell asleep. *** "When are you going to do those dishes?" I said, "After breakfast." Am?lie said, "They've been sitting there for two days." I said, "Why don't you do them?" Am?lie looked at me sternly, "Because we agreed that you would do them. I do enough around here. After breakfast, no excuses." I rolled my eyes, "Fine." It was Sunday morning, and I was eating my cereal and toast at a snail's pace. I took tiny insignificant bites of the toast and ate the cereal in slow motion. Am?lie huffed, but she didn't bite, at least not at first. If I ate breakfast this way, it was going to take me over half an hour to finish. I continued my antics, and Am?lie's patience, already worn thin by the fact that Chloe didn't eat her breakfast, was cleanly severed by my shenanigans. Am?lie sighed heavily, "Would you just eat your breakfast normally, Abigail? I get that you are pretending to act like a kid, but it won't be very funny when you start acting like that without realizing it." I put down my toast and raised a brow, "What do you mean?" Am?lie said, "You are playing a kid. I get it, testing your boundaries, and you are doing it consciously now, but what if it changes and you don't even realize you are doing it?" I blinked, "Cut it out. That's not funny." Am?lie said, "Did you even realize you were doing that?" I said firmly, "Stop it." Am?lie narrowed her eyes, "Then smarten up." I asked, "So when can you meet Ethan's parents?" I flitted from one topic to another now, much like Alyssa, and it always seemed to return to Ethan. Am?lie sighed, eyeing the wedding band on her finger. She looked at mine and said, "I think it's time we had a talk." She started to firmly yank on her wedding band, until it came off. I stared at her absolutely aghast as the ring I had placed on her finger lay in the middle of the kitchen table. Am?lie said, "Our marriage has been over for a while now, Darren." She tended to alternate names, calling me Darren when I behaved and invoking Abigail's name when I didn't. I could hear Chloe playing with her toys in the TV room, completely oblivious to what was really the end of her parents' union. She continued, "And you've made official, what everyone knew. What I desperately tried to stop. I knew that the stricter I was with you, the more you'd rebel, and it would throw you right back into his arms, but I had to try for everything we've built together. I was fooling myself. The way you look at him, the way you smile when it's clear you are thinking about him." She said brokenly, "Y-you used to look at me like that, when we first met." She covered her face with her hands and took a deep breath. It was amazing to watch her because I could already feel the tears rolling down my face, my emotions were overcoming me while Am?lie swallowed hers. I muttered sadly, "I-I'm sorry, Am?lie." Am?lie sniffed, "It's OK, I understand that you like boys, and now you've even got a boyfriend. It's all very normal for a girl your age. As much as it tears me up inside, I need to accept this. Not only that, but I'm your guardian too, and you know me. I don't allow myself to fail. I need to start being a much better guardian." As much as Am?lie's words said she accepted this situation, the way she said boyfriend sounded like she was trying to remove some horrible taste from her mouth. She wanted to spit the word out. Am?lie continued, "It's time too, that I come clean with you. We both have to move on here. You've been able to, and I think I should have the same choice." She cleared her throat, "I've been seeing Martin for a month now." My eyes filled with red hot coals, and my crying ceased. My face felt hot, and I wiped away the remains of my tears with a quick swipe of my sleeve. "A month? That means you were seeing him in September! That was back before I'd even accepted I was going to be Abigail forever. Back before we found out the only way I could get back to normal was to sacrifice Alyssa!" I yanked at the ring on my finger and managed to force it off, slamming it down on the table. "There you go. Now you can go fuck his brains out for all I care." Am?lie said calmly, "I know you don't mean that. It's just your emotions. I know it's hard to hear now, but it'll get easier. You can't think that it would be fair for you to have a boyfriend and for me to have nothing." I said through clenched teeth, "You were dating him back when I still had a chance to be normal. You were cheating on me. And what the hell do you know about my emotions or what I'm feeling? You can read all the websites or adolescent psychology books you want, but none of them have any idea what I'm feeling." I said, "You don't know how I'm feeling. Nobody does." As much as I said my behaviour wasn't textbook, it was- but I was losing the ability to see that. Am?lie said, "None of this has been easy on me. Seeing my husband turn into a fifteen year old girl before my eyes. To be honest, when we found out about Mama Khalia's spell, the one requiring the second. I never thought you'd use it. Your unwillingness to use the spell told me that you had chosen to be Abigail, forever." She continued, "We haven't slept together or anything, but we are dating." I said, "Thanks- that makes me feel so much better." Am?lie said, "If I'd let you in that alley way, I'm pretty sure you and Ethan would have gone pretty far, and then at his place. You aren't blameless in this. I don't feel great about what I did, but I have a right to be happy. I asked, "What did you tell him about your husband? You know, the one in Vancouver?" Am?lie said, "That you wanted a divorce." I asked with fury in my eyes, "When were you going to talk to me about this exactly?" Am?lie said, "You've been so caught up in your Ethan drama that I doubt you would have cared. Think about things here, Darren. When was the last time you really felt our marriage had a chance?" I said, "Before you rejected me in bed that one time." Am?lie shook her head dismissively, "Stop being such a child." I retorted petulantly, "I'm not! It's true. You-" I caught myself. My thoughts made no sense, was I really arguing that Am?lie had ruined our marriage because she wouldn't become a lesbian? Realization struck and I managed to reply, "Sorry." Am?lie said, "Look, this guardianship was thrown on me, and I've accepted it. I've accepted that you are going to be a whiny, emotional brat sometimes, and other times, a sweet girl. Think about it this way. You really like Ethan, right?" I nodded. She continued, "Well Ethan's going to be coming to dinner here probably, hanging out. You want things to be as normal as possible, right? I think that's what we have to do now because this is what you've chosen. You are his girlfriend now. Am I right?" I nodded again. She said, "Just like I'd like to have Martin over for dinner. You understand that that's only fair, right? This is what we've both chosen, so let's make the best of it." I said, "I don't want him to boss me around. And if I'm really mature and everything, I want you to treat me that way. I don't want you to treat me like a kid in front of him." Am?lie sighed gently, "But to him, that's what you are. He's not going to try and be your father." I got up from the table, completely uninterested in eating a bowl of soggy cereal and now cold toast. I looked at Am?lie firmly and said, "He better not. And he better not try to do the same with Chloe. I'm still her father." I walked out before Am?lie could answer. As much as I was overjoyed that Ethan and I were going out, I was much less pleased that that allowed Am?lie to bring men into our home. I went down to my room and plunked down on my bed. I grabbed my lyric book and started furiously penning the words to a song I titled, "Thief". I was amazed how quickly the words were spilling out onto the page, but when I read them back, I was unhappy with the result. "Hate your face/don't want you coming round my place/leave her alone/don't even call her on the phone". The verse was awful, sounding like textbook teen angst. I couldn't believe I had written something so lyrically bad. The chorus was worse, but not for the same reason. "Hate you, burn you, fucking flay you, thief that stole my life, hope fucking dogs will rape you!" I stared at the words, amazed that I had written something so vile, so grotesque. I had written songs about paedophiles and child kidnappers getting their due, but nothing this graphic, and this was my principal, an alright guy who just happened to be dating my...former wife. I put down my pen, feeling my anger sated by the lyrical outburst, but still astonished at what had sprung forth from my addled mind. I was very opinionated, but I had never wished such horrible things on a person. I wondered if something was wrong with me, beyond the obvious. How could I ever last through a single meal without staring burning, disease-ridden, acid-dripping razor sharp daggers at Martin St-Valentin? I wanted to take those metaphorical daggers and stab him through the skull. *** At school on Monday, Ethan and I walked from class to class holding hands. For the classes we didn't have together, Ethan would walk me to class and then he would kiss me softly on the lips. I never thought I would want that sort of attention. I should have found him clingy, but I didn't. I found myself drifting away from the lectures and my school work. As an adult, I was able to keep my mind on a task, even the most boring and tedious work, but with my adult self squeezed inside a teenage brain, I was having greater difficulty staying focused. The science lecture on the chemical properties of something never even had a chance to stick. All I could think of was being free from the confines of the classroom, a space that used to be my soapbox, but was now my prison. Anything that kept Ethan and I apart from talking, laughing- kissing, was all an annoyance. My teachers were starting to notice it too. I wasn't doing my school work. I wasn't even on the same plane of existence with them any longer. I assumed I had the glassy-eyed stare I had seen in many of the students I taught who wanted to be anywhere but here. Ethan and I spent the entire Career Studies class designing a logo and website for the band, completely ignoring the resume and cover letter we were asked to complete in preparation for the mock interviews on Friday. When M. Blanchard tried to tell us to get back to work, we ignored him. He kept me and Ethan after class. ?Mademoiselle Grenier, I thought we had an understanding. ? ?Yeah, I finished my cover letter and resume in the first week of school. Why should I have to do another one? ? M. Blanchard's expression was stern, but he remained calm. ?The purpose of the exercise is to have you apply for a job you wouldn't normally want so you can learn about another field. ? I said, ?It's a stupid exercise. ? This brought laughter from Ethan. I continued, ?I want to be a lawyer. Or in the music industry. What's the point of this class? We are supposed to explore what we want to be, and it's expected to be practical. The way you are teaching it is counterintuitive. Why would I write a cover letter for a field I have no interest in? I don't want to be a stupid nurse ? M. Blanchard's eyes narrowed, and his lips tightened. He cleared his throat, ?You'll do the assignment, or you'll get a zero. The point of the exercise is that it's random. You aren't supposed to get something you like. You think you'll always have jobs you like? ? I rolled my eyes, ?No. But I can tell you I'm not going to be a stupid nurse. ? M. Blanchard shook his head, ?I want you to stop wasting class time. Just do the assignment that I've asked you to complete. The same goes for you M. Rayner. ? I looked him right in the eyes and said, ?No. It's a nonsensical assignment. Ethan and I were designing logos and a website for our band. This is Career Studies. What we were doing is relevant. ? M. Blanchard said, ?Another outburst like that Mademoiselle Grenier, and I'll send you to the vice-principal's office. ? I smirked, ?What, so she can see how poor your classroom management is? You sent Ryan to the office for looking at 'porn' today. And yesterday you sent Justin because he mouthed off to you. Just be happy even half the kids in here are doing your stupid assignment. ? This again elicited laughter from Ethan. I said, ?We are going to be late for our next class. ? M. Blanchard dismissed Ethan, and then he stood over me. My elbow was on the desk with my hand propping up my head. I sighed heavily and then tilted my head, leaning my elbow out further. I was splayed out over my desk like a stereotypical delinquent teen. M. Blanchard said, ?I know I'm not the school counsellor, but I know what's going on here, Abigail. You say you want to be a lawyer, but you've been really slacking lately. I haven't received any work from you in weeks. I know this isn't your favourite class, but if you don't start doing the work, you are going to fail. ? I smirked, ?I think I have an argument there. I worked in a law firm over the summer. This class is a joke compared to that. I got real, practical experience. I think I could argue that my experience there is worth a Career Studies credit. ? M. Blanchard said, ?That's not how high school works, Abigail. Just because you photocopy some documents and get coffee for some lawyers does not excuse you from this class. ? I could tell that I had struck a nerve with him. His expression had lost the calm resolve, his tight lips formed into a slight sneer. He regained his composure, ?Look, I'm worried about you, Abigail. All your teachers are. These last few weeks, we've all noticed a distinct lack of effort on your part. I know we had a deal where you could work on band stuff in class when we are doing aptitude tests, but this isn't that kind of assignment. I don't want to have to tell your sister about this, but your grades are slipping. Myself- all your teachers, we want to help you, but we need to see some effort on your part. ? I said, ?I don't care if you tell Am?lie. ? M. Blanchard frowned, but he dismissed me a few moments later. Ethan was waiting for me, "That was sick, Abby! How'd you know all that stuff though? Like the teacher stuff." I replied, "Darren was a teacher. He told me how it works." Ethan nodded, "Darren sounds really chill. I wish we had him for Careers or anything. Does he like Vancouver?" I nodded, "Yeah, he thinks it's OK. He really misses Am?lie and Chloe." Ethan grinned, "I'll bet. Your sister is a total MILF." I raised a brow, "You know what that stands for, right?" Ethan nodded, "Relax, Abby. It was just a joke. You wanna skip gym? We are doing lame track and field, and it's freezing outside!" I was willing to skip gym. We were playing basketball, and while I was never a pro dunker as Darren, I was insanely quick, having the ability to easily steal the ball from all but the most talented dribblers. I had played against a guy who eventually went on to win championships in university, and I used to be able to steal the ball from him 50% of the time. I also had a decent shot. I was a natural athlete, excelling in anything that required speed, accuracy and coordination. Playing basketball when you are 5 feet tall and uncoordinated is torture. First of all, the ball was massive in my hands, so protecting the ball by dribbling was nearly impossible. Even if I managed to reach the basket, the taller girls (100% in my class) were able to easily block my shots. Any attempted jump shots were stuffed, as we called it back when I was in high school the first time. I also missed easy layups because I couldn't seem to get my feet and hands to cooperate. It was last period, so we left school early. I knew that my mom would be home with Chloe, so we went to Ethan's place. His mom wasn't home, but for the sake of privacy, we went down to his room, where we made out for a few hours. Ethan seemed content just to put his hand in my shirt and feel around in there, squeezing my boobs. I was fine with this because I was honestly still nervous about going any further. I definitely wasn't ready to see what was in Ethan's pants. We did the same thing the next day, but this time we skipped two classes. When there were no repercussions from yesterday's truancy, it was an easy decision to make. Am?lie hadn't said a thing, nor had she made a peep about the growing pile of dishes on the kitchen counter. Ethan held my hand as we walked back to my place, after another marathon make out session. Ethan said, "How come you wear that leather jacket? It's Darren's, isn't it?" It was getting colder by the day. I had taken to wearing the long stockings as part of my school uniform, but I also wore my leather jacket, a wedding present from my father. It was aviator style. I nodded, "How'd you know that?" Ethan said, "It doesn't fit you, like that hoodie you wear all the time. What was with you two, how come you were so close?" I said, "He turned me onto all the best music in the world. We played video games together. He was like my big brother." Ethan said, "And he doesn't mind you wearing all his stuff?" I shook my head, "No way. It's warm in Vancouver. He's probably at the beach, while we are freezing our asses off." Ethan smirked, "I'd like to meet Darren one day. He sounds like the chillest adult. I bet he let you do whatever and now that it's just you and your sister, she's way harder on you." I said, "Something like that." Ethan asked, "You know, you don't have to tell me, but is there a reason you don't live with your parents? Did something happen?" I sighed, "It's complicated. I lived in a town with a smaller population than our school. My parents thought because I love music and law, that I'd be better off. There are way more opportunities here. I still see them every few months." It was true, my 'parents' did come and visit, and in fact, they were coming down for Chloe's second birthday next week. Ethan replied, "Oh. Hey, um, so Halloween is coming up. There's a dance at school, but it plays all this shitty dance music. We usually score some candy and then mess around. Do pranks and shit. Last year we scared the hell out of these two kids. I think one of them pissed his pants!" I frowned, "That's mean." As a jumpy person, I was used to being the butt of jokes. My father took full advantage of this. He used to creep behind me during scary television shows, and as the music reached its crescendo, and the killer or villain neared his prey, he would shout or put his hand on my shoulder suddenly. One time, I was so frightened, I threw a cup of milk in my face. Ethan said, "Well, we could do something else. I agree that it was kind of mean, the kid was really scared. He cried and stuff. Ryan wanted to take his candy, but I didn't let him." I said, "I wouldn't mind going trick or treating. I haven't been in years." Ethan looked at me strangely, "Huh? Like how long ago?" I quickly backpedaled, "Oh, since I was twelve." Three years to a kid Ethan's age was a long time. I said, "Oh I forgot that Alyssa wanted to go out with me. She could come with us." Ethan sighed gently, "Yeah, I guess." I added, "And Eric too. Maybe not Ryan though, if he's going to do stupid stuff." Ethan sighed again, "I guess. I think I could convince Ryan to be cool though." We had reached my block. As we turned down my street, I could see that my parents' SUV was still out front. We reached the house, just as my mother, my real mother, was leaving. I thought about pushing Ethan into a bush to hide him from her, but that would have been too hard to explain. After all, they were Darren's parents. He didn't know that, but what if he met my fake parents? I sighed, realizing that this lie was getting more complicated by the minute. My mother spotted us, and I said awkwardly, "Uh, hello- Mrs. Lawrence." My mother's eyes widened as she saw me holding hands with Ethan. It wasn't the same expression of disgust and contempt that Steven had for us when he caught us obnoxiously making out, but it was still shocked. Her mouth followed suit with her eyes, opening in surprise, but she shut it rapidly. My mother replied evenly, "Hello Abigail. I'll see you tomorrow morning." I nodded uncomfortably, "Bye, Mrs. Lawrence." My mother unlocked the SUV and sped off. I didn't have time to dissect the brief interaction with my mother because Ethan pulled me behind Am?lie's SUV, and then he opened the gate and led me inside the backyard. Our backyard was sizable, having once had an above-ground pool that we removed when we moved in. Ethan's lips were on mine as he crushed his lean but lightly muscled body into my softness. After a few minutes of passionate making out, Ethan broke the kiss. I asked, "What was that for?" Ethan grinned, "Just cause. So Halloween, we on?" I nodded, "Yeah, but I'll have to be back by nine." Ethan nodded, "K. See ya tomorrow, Abby." He took off through the gate, leaving me standing there wondering what had happened. Was Ethan playing games with me? He had certainly left me wanting more. Was he taking advice from his dad, or a men's magazine? Did he just do it because he wanted to? I slunk into the house, and upon entering, I immediately heard Chloe shrieking. Even though she was still a week away from being two, she had entered the terrible-twos a few months ago. I took off my shoes and entered the kitchen. I noticed that there was no plate at my usual place setting. I turned to Am?lie, "Hey, what gives? Did you guys get McDonalds or something?" Am?lie, who was trying to calm a crying Chloe, said firmly, "I'm not making dinner for you until you do those dishes, Abigail." I shot back, "I can just make my own dinner." I got a pot out of the cupboard, filled it with water and put it on the stove. Pasta was quick and easy. Am?lie sighed, "Why are you fighting me on this so much? It's just dishes. If you do them every night there won't be a huge pile like that. I need your help around here." I replied, "I don't have time for them. I have a lot of homework." Am?lie shook her head, "You are such a liar. Your Career Studies, Science and Math teacher called me worried about you, and the automated system called my cell. You skipped class again today. What are you doing if you aren't in class?" I said, "None of your business. And what does it matter? You are sleeping with the principal." Am?lie narrowed her eyes, "I told you we haven't done anything like that." She sighed, "Do you not understand how important it is that you do your homework and behave in school? I got a call from the social worker, she's going to be finalizing her report and her recommendation in mid- November. Aren't you scared what could happen?" I put the spaghetti noodles in the pot and then put on another burner to heat the sauce. I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't really care. I don't think anything will happen." Am?lie shook her head, "You are so frustrating. I think you are getting worse by the day. What are you doing downstairs if you aren't doing your homework?" I replied, "Just talking to people." Am?lie replied, "One thing you've been doing is going on Facebook, a lot. I can see from the updates on your page." I said, "It's band stuff. That's all." Am?lie shook her head, looking furious as Chloe continued to wail, "I know it's not. You lied to me again!" Am?lie said, "What if the social worker recommends that you go and live with my parents? No band and no Ethan." Now, she had my attention. I replied, "I still don't think anything will happen. I've been good, and it was only three classes. I hate Careers, and gym sucks too. So what does it matter?" Am?lie shook her head, "You can't choose what classes you go to. Let me guess, you've been seeing Ethan. Did he convince you to skip class and go to his place? Don't lie to me." I turned away from Am?lie, choosing to say nothing to avoid incriminating myself or Ethan. Am?lie said, "No more Facebook or Internet before you finish your homework. In fact, I think I'm going to cancel our Internet for a month. Then you can just concentrate on your studies. If you keep this up, I'll take away your phone. And as for your skipping, your mom is going to pick you up after school, so you'd better be there." Am?lie shook her head, "That boy is a really bad influence on you. I know you've fallen for him, Abigail, but you can't ignore everything else. It doesn't go away." I smirked, regarding Am?lie derisively, "You've been talking to my parents haven't you? My mom tried that no dinner thing and at the time, I couldn't cook anything. I'm pretty self-sufficient now. As for the no- Internet, that might have worked when I lived with my parents, but do you really think you can go a month without Netflix? And if you think you can just take my cord or do something to my Internet. We share it, right? I'm also the only one who knows anything about it, so good luck there." For a minute, as I wore an overconfident smirk, I thought that Am?lie was going to hit me or swear at me until she was red faced, but she eventually took a deep breath followed by a long sigh. She gave Chloe her milk and then she went into the bedroom. I sat down to eat my dinner, content that I had been victorious, and the dirty dishes stayed there, while Chloe watched her shows in the living room. Thirty minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. I was downstairs in my room chatting with Alyssa. We were talking about Halloween costumes. After buying a winter jacket and boots, I now had twenty dollars to my name, so I couldn't exactly buy one. I heard my father's voice, "Abigail, come upstairs." It was firm, and much like the voice I remember from my childhood when I misbehaved. I quickly moved upstairs. My father was standing next to Am?lie who was sitting at her usual place at the table. Am?lie said, "Abigail, why won't you do the dishes every night like I asked you?" I said, "Because it's not fair. I go to school and you go to work, it's not that different. I want to only do them every second day." I wasn't sure why my father was here. Was he going to act as a mediator between the two combatants in the argument that had turned into World War III? Am?lie said, "I think that's-" My father interrupted, "Don't negotiate with her, state what you want her to do, and state the consequence for disobeying." Am?lie nodded and said, "Abigail, you'll do the dishes every night, or you'll lose your phone privileges for the next day." The thought of losing my phone for a day was like losing an appendage for a day. Alyssa, Ethan and I probably sent a hundred texts to one another in a given day, many of them in class. I shot back petulantly, "You- can't take my phone away. I need it! Could you get through one day without your phone at work? We always used to text back and forth." My father looked at Am?lie and said, "Don't get drawn into an argument with her. Just restate the consequence." Am?lie nodded, "Do the dishes every night or I'll take your phone away." I stared daggers at my father, "Hey, what are you doing, mentoring her? And stop calling me Abigail, you know that's not my name, Dad!" My father looked to Am?lie, "If she's rude, do your best to be calm. Don't use empty threats on her, unless you are ready to see them through. Don't yell at her either, if you feel yourself getting upset then stop, just tell her you'll talk to her about it later." I shouted at my father, "Stop it! This isn't funny." Am?lie looked at me, "Abigail, are you going to do the dishes? I will take your phone away if you don't." I rolled my eyes, "Fine. I still think it's unfair you don't have to do the dishes too." My father acknowledged Am?lie's success with a head nod. "Now establish the rules." Am?lie looked at me firmly and said, "Abigail, you will clean your room, the downstairs bathroom and sweep the entryway every week. You will be home every night, no matter if it is a school night or not at nine pm. You will do your homework before any TV, video games, Facebook, or texting with your friends. I'm going to be talking with your teachers regularly to ensure you are doing your homework. You will also attend all classes no questions asked." Am?lie confidently and calmly continued to lay out my fate, "You will not have Ethan in the house at any point if I'm not home. You will not go to his place if his parents aren't home. I will be talking to his parents to make sure they are aware of this too. Finally, you will wait by the school doors for your mom to pick you up at three thirty every day." I said, "That nine pm curfew is totally unfair! None of my friends have a curfew like that. I want to fight the court order. Am?lie, you said you'd help me with that." My father said to Am?lie, "Don't negotiate, but be willing to have discussions. What we used to do is set a certain amount of time for the behaviour to improve before we budged. A month is usually a good amount of time. If she can show she's responsible and follow the rules, then you can have a dialogue with her about some of the rules. It's always up to you which ones change, even if she brings up a good argument. Now the consequences." Am?lie said calmly, "If you break any of those rules, you'll be grounded for a week." I shot back, "I don't care. I'll just go on my computer if you ground me." Am?lie looked at my father, and he nodded, she replied, "When you are grounded, you can't have any friends over." I shrugged my shoulders, "So what. I'll see Ethan and Alyssa at school." Am?lie replied, "That includes Steven and Andrew." I blinked, "What? You can't keep me from having band practice! Band practice is different. It's more serious. We are a legit band. You can't do this." Am?lie said, "Just so you know I'm serious, because you skipped class and didn't do your cleaning. You are grounded for a week, starting tomorrow. " Rage blinded me as I regarded Am?lie, not as my ex-wife, or as a woman I had any respect for, but as an obstacle to everything I wanted to do. "And what the hell am I supposed to tell Andrew and Steven? Sorry guys, I can't jam this weekend, I'm grounded? They are grown men, they won't understand. And we were supposed to record and start planning the video. And it's Halloween on Friday night, this is totally unfair. You just told me the rules, and now you say I broke them!" To be fair, those were always the rules- they just didn't have any consequences. I shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Am?lie, and as I realized that I wasn't going to be able to hang out with Ethan on Halloween or have band practice this weekend, I sneered, "You fucking fat bitch! I-I hate you!" I stomped out of there, leaving a shocked and hurt looking Am?lie to receive consolation from my father. Once I reached my room, I cranked my stereo, the same one that had been bought for me when I was seventeen, and put on the loudest, angriest music I could find, which was Marilyn Manson's "The Beautiful People" from his album Antichrist Superstar. It was actually Am?lie's album, but it didn't matter. It was so loud that it hurt my ears, but I didn't stop. I knew that it would needle Am?lie and my father. I listened to the entire album at that volume. Am?lie and my father never came to tell me to stop. Eventually, I just turned it off because my ears were ringing. The next morning, I was still feeling angry, and because I was already grounded, what did it matter? If Am?lie was going to keep me in the house, I was going to make her regret it. Last night was only the prelude to what I had planned. *** I was trying to put eyeliner on, and I knew that I had to catch the bus. I had watched a video last night while Marilyn Manson's shrieking vocals expressed my rage, but I was having difficulty. I had twice removed it because I had given myself racoon eyes. I heard my mother's voice, "Abigail, you are going to be late for school! Hurry up! What are you doing down there?" I heard footsteps. I grabbed a cloth and dabbed some makeup remover on, desperately trying to hide the evidence of my experimentation." My mother opened my door and again, her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly. I had only managed to wipe it off one eye, and looking in the vanity, it looked like I had an impressive shiner. I sniffed, "Can you please not call me Abigail? You have no idea how much it hurts when you and dad do that." My mother said, "I'm sorry, Darren. I promised Am?lie I would make sure you got to school on time. Listen, I'll help you with your makeup and then I'll drive you. ." I shook my head and proceeded to remove the other eyeliner, "It's OK. I don't want you to." My mother nodded, "Join me in the car when you are ready. I shouldn't leave Chloe up there by herself for too long." A few minutes later, I was sitting next to my mother in Am?lie's SUV. Chloe said, "Daddy's school!" I looked back at her and nodded, "Yes, we are going to Daddy's school." She was starting to ask more questions. Mommy went to work and Daddy went to school, which was true if people continued to believe that Darren was enrolled in law school in another province. My mother pulled out of the driveway and said, "I told her we were going to see your school. She remembers it, I guess from when I picked you up for the dentist." She smiled. She asked, "How have things been, Darren?" I sighed, "Terrible. I feel like I'm going crazy every day now. There's so much going on in my head, and I'm getting pulled in all these different directions, so I can't focus nearly as well I used to. I think worst of all, I was awful to Am?lie last night. Like I have never called her names like that before. I just couldn't believe how mad I was. Like I couldn't control it." My mother frowned, "Yes, Dad told me what you said to her. Look at it this way, you've realized you made a mistake. That's the first important thing. The second is that you start to build your bridges back with Am?lie. She loves you, and I know you love her." I sighed, "It doesn't feel that way. Every time we talk it's a fight. But what can I do? It feels like I've ruined everything." My mother nodded, "Well the obvious thing is tonight, when you get home, do the dishes right away. It might take you over an hour, but that's a start. Apologize to her and start following her rules." I shook my head, "Yeah, but I still think it's unfair that I'm grounded. She can't keep me in the house anyway. What's she going to do, put a lock on my door?" My mother frowned deeply. She shook her head, and I could see her eyes tearing up. I blinked, "What's wrong, Mom?" She sniffed, "Nothing, sorry. I think that you need to look at it differently. You want to go out for Halloween right? With your friends?" I nodded. She continued, "You might be able to compromise. Your father mentioned that Am?lie is planning on going to a Halloween party, so you might be able to convince her to let you take Chloe out trick or treating. I'm sure Chloe would love to go with you, and then you could see your friends for an hour or so, and go back in." I nodded eagerly, "Thanks Mom! Yeah, that's a really good idea. Um, thanks for the help." Why hadn't I thought of that? My mother leaned over and hugged me tightly, she said, "I love you so much, Darren." I hugged her back, but I noticed a few kids from my grade watching the exchange, so I broke it. I said, "Love you too, Mom. I-I, um, thanks again for the help." She smiled, but there was sadness in her eyes. I couldn't understand why because she had given me the perfect plan. I was already planning my costume. *** Alyssa asked, "So, Abby what are you going as?" She was standing at our lockers, still looking absolutely exhausted. The dark circles under her eyes gave her an unintended gothic look. I said, "Well I can't afford to buy anything, but Am?lie has this dark angel costume that I could probably fit into. I was kind of hoping you could help with my makeup for it." Alyssa grinned, "Ooh, I bet Ethan will love that! Super-hot, Abby! And yeah, sure I'd love to!" Alyssa bubbled with excitement. I asked, "Are you OK, Alyssa? You still don't look like you are sleeping well." Alyssa sighed, "I'm not. I feel like such a little kid, but I have the same nightmare no matter what." I said, "I have some sleeping pills you could take. They are Darren's, but I've taken them before. They really work." Alyssa furrowed a brow, "But if they are Darren's, should we be taking them?" I shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe not. Still, I want to help you. I just can't give you money anymore. I had to buy a new winter coat and boots." Alyssa blinked, "Well aren't you getting an allowance now that you aren't working? I get twenty bucks a week." I shook my head, "No, not yet. Am?lie and I haven't really figured that out. With Darren not working, she's paying for everything. Money is getting pretty tight. Darren's parents are great though, they are really helping us out, especially because we don't have to pay for daycare." I said, "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help you." Alyssa said tiredly, "I will, Abby." *** For the next few days, I was an absolute angel at home. Wednesday after school, I took my mother's advice and did the dishes, even though it took me well over an hour to complete them. I actually had to stop halfway through and dry the larger pots and pans because the dish drainer was full. I also apologized to Am?lie for my behaviour. I continued with my good conduct on Thursday, doing the dishes right after dinner. I met my mom every day at 3:30 PM. I also completed all my homework and studying. I didn't even talk back to any of my teachers, even though M. Blanchard really pushed it sometimes. I even said hello to M. St- Valentin, acting as cordial as possible and trying to avoid imagining dogs doing terrible things to him. Friday after school, I raced home to do my homework. I didn't want to give Am?lie any ammunition whatsoever. It had been three days, and I had clearly demonstrated that I could be responsible. I had followed all her rules, and I had even cleaned the entire house on Thursday night. I was excited. I had always enjoyed Halloween, and I used to go all out with costumes, even well into adulthood. While I was teaching, I dressed as a Second World War Canadian paratrooper. I went overboard on detail, buying a used helmet from a military surplus store, and using netting to set branches and bits of twig. I even printed off an authentic badge from the actual battalion. In recent years, I had lost some of my spirit for the holiday, but without the burdens of adulthood, that spirit was restored. Am?lie said, "You are in a good mood tonight. Planning on watching some Halloween specials on TV?" I said, "Well I was thinking that with you going to that Halloween party I could take Chloe out trick or treating. It would be a shame for her to miss out, you know? I know you said I was grounded, but I think that I've shown by my behaviour recently that Tuesday night was simple a lapse, and not how I will behave normally." I had been practicing what I was going to say all day. I continued, "I think Chloe would have a lot of fun." Am?lie regarded me seriously at first. Was she trying to remember everything that my father had tried to instil in her during their quasi- mentoring session? Her eyes softened, and at that point, I knew I had her, "I guess that would be OK. I think you've really got the message. But we'll have to set some rules, OK?" I nodded eagerly. "Um, and what about band?" Am?lie said, "I'll think about it. We'll see how tonight goes. As for the rules, I don't want Chloe out past nine. She's got dance in the morning, and she'll be cranky if you keep her out late. Plus, you need to be home for curfew anyway. Don't give her any candy. And don't let anyone into the house, except for Alyssa. She can stay with you, and I'll drive her home after." I didn't really hear everything that Am?lie said because once she said yes, my brain focused almost entirely on how I was going to put my costume together, and how I was going to make the most of my short time with Ethan. *** "Daddy pretty! Pretty!" Chloe reached out and touched the gossamer wings that extended from my back. She stroked the soft black feathers that lined the edges of the artificial appendages with wonder in her eyes. Alyssa said, "She's so cute, Abby! How come she calls you that though? That's what she called you when you brought her to dance last week too." I said, "It's just a phase she's in I think. I think she misses Darren, and I guess I play with her like he does." Alyssa grinned, "It's so adorable." She looked down at the little girl and said, "Who am I?" Chloe said enthusiastically, "Alssa!" Alyssa beamed and hugged the little girl tightly, "How old are you going to be next week?" Again, Chloe replied with the same youthful exuberance, "Two!" Alyssa asked, "Hey, do you know if I'm invited to her party? I'd love to go!" I shook my head, "It's family only, actually. My cousins and aunts and uncles. You won't really know anyone." Alyssa frowned, "But I know the birthday girl! Come on, Abby, can you talk to Am?lie about letting me come? I'd love to help out. Like I could do face painting or something!" Alyssa's exuberance almost matched Chloe's. She added, "Plus, we have this really cute thing we do. Watch this!" Alyssa traced a circle with her hand in the air, and Chloe proceeded to complete a pirouette, or the equivalent for a child who was not even two. She mostly turned in a circle, but she did put her hands in the "flower basket" position as she had learned. I smiled, "Good job, Chloe!" I looked to Alyssa, "You are a great teacher, Alyssa. She learned that quickly." We were in my room. It was a place that Chloe rarely went, since she couldn't climb down the stairs by herself, but since she had restarted dance, she had become enamoured with Alyssa, and she had to go everywhere her teacher went. Alyssa seemingly forgot about the party because after Chloe's dance move, she returned to applying her artistry to my face. Alyssa looked at her handiwork with a smile, "You look amazing, Abby." I looked at myself in the mirror, noting the dark eye makeup, but also the elaborate silver tears that lay just below both of my eyes. Alyssa also painted my lips black. She added, "The costume itself is totally sick, so you don't need much. Do you like it?" I nodded. Alyssa was already in her costume. She was dressed like an 80s popstar, with massive hair, jean shorts with leggings and a painted jean jacket. Her makeup was elaborate with vibrant, bold colours throughout. She even used neon eye shadow, which I thought looked a lot like yellow highlighter. We took Chloe back upstairs, preparing to dress her in the staple adorable child Halloween costume, the little pumpkin. It was both cute and safe because the green on the stem was glow-in-the-dark and the pumpkin body provided cushioning for any unfortunate falls. Ethan, Ryan and Eric stood at the doorway, Alyssa might as well have been invisible because the boys had their full attention on me. I felt a little tingle in my head, and a little smile appeared on my face. I realized I liked the attention. Ethan blinked, "Woah, Abby! You look sick!" Ryan said with a grin, "Way to keep the Slut-to-ween tradition alive, Abby." I walked slowly up the stairs, enjoying all the male attention, and since the guys were occupying the entryway, I had to slip past them, but in the process my boobs brushed up against Ethan's chin. Am?lie's eyes widened as she saw me. She said, "Uh, Alyssa, can you watch Chloe? I need to speak to Abigail for a minute. Maybe you could help her into her costume." Alyssa readily agreed, and Am?lie whisked me into my former master bedroom. Am?lie said, "Are you sure that's how you want to leave the house? It's a bit much. I'm worried about the kind of attention you are going to get." I raised a brow, "What's the problem? I'm only going out for an hour. I'm going in a big group too. Alyssa, Ethan, Eric and Ryan will be with me." I stood there with a slight frown on my face, arms crossed underneath my chest. I was actually taller than Am?lie, but only because I had borrowed a pair of Alyssa's black boots, which had a six-inch chunky platform heel, so thankfully walking wouldn't be an issue. Am?lie frowned, "When you dress that way, you have to be ready to get some looks. I'm not sure you are. Guys can be real assholes, too. Look at how your guy friends reacted. They were staring at your boobs and your ass. And that Ryan kid, is a pervert." I shook my head, starting to get frustrated, "But you wore this costume, what's the big deal?" Am?lie sighed, "But I was an adult when I did, and I wore tights, I don't like you dressing this way. There's a lot of creepers on Halloween. Girls your age, they shouldn't put themselves on display. Like this corset, you are showing way too much cleavage. Don't you remember too, when you were a teacher and you said how uncomfortable you were when teenage girls dressed provocatively in class? Now you are doing the same thing." Am?lie asked, "Do you think it's appropriate for a fifteen year old girl to dress that way? In an adult costume? Are you dressing this way for Ethan?" I shook my head, "No. I wasn't even sure you were going to let me go out, so it was all last minute. That's why I chose it." Am?lie said, "And what about the neighbours? Chloe's been on a few playdates with the boy across the street. You aren't going trick-or- treating there are you? I've told most of the neighbours you are my sister. And they all know Chloe. That reflects really poorly on me if I let you leave the house that way." I rolled my eyes, "So? It's Halloween. And why do you care so much what people think about you?" Am?lie looked at me knowingly, as if victory was assured, "By dressing this way, you are following blindly. You are acting exactly like a teenage girl would. You've written all these songs about not bowing to celebrity culture, rejecting what is shallow and vacuous, and standing out from the crowd. Well, now you are a part of the crowd. Is that what you want?" My eyes widened as I realized that Am?lie was one-hundred percent right. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw the costume for what it was- slutty but worst of all, it was conformist. I was dressed like a very promiscuous dark angel. The ebony corset I wore had a built-in push-up bra that thrust my breasts upwards, completely revealing more than just the top part of my boobs. A few more inches, and it would be nipple city. It also squeezed the orbs together, making me look larger than I was, and I didn't exactly have a modest chest before. The skirt, if it could be called that, was more like a black tutu, and it was made of the same gossamer material as the wings. My fleshy ass hung out, bound only by the black panties that I wore. To add a meagre sense of modesty, the costume included fish net stockings, but I realized they made me look more like a prostitute than anything else. I didn't want to be the girl in this costume. Am?lie could clearly see the cogs working my brain. I realized I was dressed like a teenage streetwalker. She said with a smile, "It's cold too. Here let me help you." She replaced the fishnet stockings with a pair of black tights, which still suited the costume, but also, covered my ass. She undid the tightly bound corset, lowering my breasts to an appropriate level where only just the top could be seen, but barely. Am?lie took a half leather jacket from her closet and put it over my shoulders, "You can wear this too, if you still find it too much." I rummaged in the closet and found a gun belt from a cowboy costume I had worn. I drew the six-shooter and then aimed it at the mirror. I liked what I saw- it was more me. It was sexy, but it wasn't slutty, I looked like Lara Croft, if she entered a goth phase and dyed her hair blonde. Before I left the room, I turned to Am?lie, "Um, thanks. I guess I, um, wasn't thinking." Am?lie smiled, "It's alright. Now go have fun with your friends." I left the room, and we began our trick-or-treat adventure, armed with pillow cases and voluminous plastic bags, ready for oodles of candy. Chloe had a little plastic jack-o-lantern, which matched her pumpkin costume perfectly. It was overkill, but she was toddler so it was absolutely adorable. I was excited. I hadn't gone door to door begging for candy in seventeen years. I bounced along beside Alyssa, all the while holding Chloe's hand. The little girl stared at all of us in wonder. Ethan was a vampire, but not the sparkly variety as witnessed by the fake blood lining his mouth. Eric was a zombie, wearing shabby clothing, with a very realistic looking knife wound in his back. Ryan's costume was the laziest. He said he was supposed to be the Incredible Hulk, but he only had a pair of toy hulk hands. He didn't even paint his face green. Ryan laughed, "That's weak, Abby! Your sister is such a buzzkill. It was a lot better before." He looked to his friends, "You are with me, right guys? Ethan, man- you've gotta be disappointed!" Alyssa frowned, "Maybe Abby wanted to change her costume herself. Right, Abby?" I nodded, "It was too cold. She just suggested I make a few changes. That's all." Ryan shook his head and laughed, "Face it, Abby. Your sister's got you on a tight leash. Bark for us." Ethan narrowed his eyes, stepped toward Ryan and said, "Watch it, man." Ryan smirked, "Your girlfriend has the same curfew as my little brother. He's eleven. Oh, except he can stay out later on the weekend." Ryan rolled his eyes, "Uh, come on, we are going so slow. Abby, your fucking niece is soooo slow! Let's go. We've only hit three houses." In the time since I had started dating Ethan, and Eric and Alyssa had become chattier and Ryan's behaviour had changed. He had always been the 'bad boy' of the group, goading Eric to complete dangerous stunts, urging Ethan to buy racy video games, looking at porn in class, and he had been the one who suggested they do the prank with the RV and the fence. He had become progressively worse as his two male friends got female companionship, and he became the obnoxious fifth wheel. I wasn't sure if he liked me, but he often looked at me in class, and when he saw me come up the stairs dressed like a street-walking fallen angel, he had one eye glued to my boobs and one glued to my ass. Was he jealous of Ethan or just a pervert? Ethan said, "Stop being a dick, Ryan. If you want, you can go by yourself." Ryan moved to the back to stand next to Eric, who had been gradually working up the confidence to stand next to Alyssa. But once Ryan was near, Eric's movement toward Alyssa ceased. Alyssa seemed unaware that Eric had been making the slowest move in the history of almost dating. Ethan, meanwhile, was relegated to the periphery because Alyssa stuck close to me, and I was already holding Chloe's hand. After a few more houses, he moved back to walk with Eric and Ryan. I could hear Ryan muttering something to them. I definitely heard the words 'ditch' and 'party'. I tried to ignore the plotting that was going on behind my back, doing my best to enjoy Chloe's first trick-or-treating experience, but I really hoped Ryan would fail in convincing Ethan to ditch us. We walked up to the next house, ringing the doorbell and holding out our bags, all the while shouting, "Trick-or-treat!", although Chloe's chant sounded like "Tic Teet!" A tall young man opened the door. He was dressed in a Batman costume, although he didn't have a mask. He was probably in his early thirties. He smiled and turned his attention on me, "What are you supposed to be?" I replied, "Uh, I'm like a dark angel assassin. Yeah." I wasn't really sure what I was exactly, and I had answered differently depending on who asked. All I knew was that I was getting an awful lot of candy. The costume with the little touches, like the six-shooter and belt and the way Alyssa had made up my face seemed to get a lot of attention. Chloe and I were cleaning up. She was cute, and I was- something else. I noticed that Alyssa tended to get more candy from those who said, "Oh I remember when I dressed like that!" Ethan and Eric were doing okay too. Ryan, on the other hand, wasn't getting much. Most people who took an even passing glance at our costumes gave him two pieces of candy at the most. Ryan sighed heavily, "We should just head to V?ronique's party. She'll have tons of stuff we can raid. Come on, let's get out of here, and let Abby get home before her fourth grade curfew. We can scare some little shits out of their stashes too." Ethan and Eric looked at each other, and it seemed they were considering it. I had barely spent any time with Ethan since we started, and I knew I would have to return home soon because Chloe was getting cranky. I wanted at least another twenty minutes. I blurted out, "We've got three whole boxes of candy and lots of chip bags at home. My sister went to a party, so there's no one giving anything out at our place. Uh, you guys can have it. If you want." My desperate plea seemed to work. I managed to eke out another fifteen minutes before Chloe entered full meltdown mode, which meant hanging off my arm like a twenty-four pound dead weight. Thankfully, when she got upset, she tended to want Am?lie, so her cries of "Mama," didn't blow my cover- not that anyone would have believed I was her father. We returned to my house, where I quickly unlocked the door. Before I could say a word, everyone followed me into the house. I turned around, surprised to see Ryan standing right behind me. "Uh, hey, you guys could wait outside for the candy. I, um, I'm not supposed to have anyone in the house if Am?lie isn't here. Except Alyssa." Alyssa pushed her way to the front, clearly trying to block Ryan from climbing the stairs. By this point though, Chloe was bawling. She was fighting to free herself from my arms, screaming for her milk and Am?lie. I rapidly pulled her into the kitchen and poured her milk. The second I gave her the sippy cup, she took off on me, sprinting back into the living room. I yelled, "Chloe, get back here!" The toddler jumped up and down shouting, "Elmo! Elmo!" I knew exactly what this meant. She wanted to watch an episode of Elmo's World, which was the toddler version of Sesame Street. Unless you were Chloe's age, the high-pitched Muppet warbling mixed with psychedelic crayon drawings was a painful torture of sights and sounds. I said firmly, "Only one." I took a look at the stairs, and the boys were still there with Alyssa standing at the top. I could hear them muttering, but I couldn't make out exactly what was said. I didn't get a chance to spend any time with Ethan, but I knew I needed to get rid of them before Am?lie arrived home. I put on Netflix, which was a godsend to parents who didn't have a PVR, and Chloe was soon enjoying her show and guzzling her milk. I went into the kitchen and returned with three full boxes of Halloween candy. I said, "OK guys, here's your candy. Sorry, but you have to leave. I'll get in trouble if Am?lie gets home and you are still here." Ethan sighed sadly, "Even me? We hardly got any time together tonight, Abby." I saw a glint in Ryan's eyes. It was the same look I had seen as a teacher when a student had mischievous intent. Ryan said, "Come on, Abby. She's never going to know we've been here. As soon as we hear the car, we'll take off out the back door." Suddenly, my house, completely free of parents or guardians was the potential site of a raucous teen party, but I didn't want Ethan going to V?ronique's party either, where he would certainly see Samantha. I shook my head, "You aren't going to convince me. My sister's already been kind of mad at me this week. If she catches you guys in here, there's no way I'll be able to have band tomorrow." Ryan said, "Stop being a fucking coward, Abby. Are you going to let your sister run your life? Tell you when you have to be home? Telling you who you can have over? Stop being a little pussy." Alyssa frowned, "Maybe you guys should just leave." She looked sadly at Eric. She had spent as much time with him as I had with Ethan tonight. Ryan, who had been playing bad cop, moved to good cop, "Don't you want to hang out with us? You're our friend, right?" Ryan added, "Don't you want to hang out with Ethan?" I faltered, lowering my head to the floor and sighing, "Yeah. Of course." Ryan said, "And what about you Alyssa, don't you want to hang out with Eric? Cause we'll go to V?ronique's party if we can't make one here." I blinked. I felt my shoulders lower as I gradually bowed to peer pressure. "Party? I mean, you guys can stay, but no party. Just you guys." Alyssa frowned again, "Are you sure about this, Abby?" I really wasn't, but everyone was looking at me. Eric, Ethan, Ryan, and even Alyssa- their gaze bore into me, eating away at any remaining resistance. Tomorrow seemed like such a long time away when Ethan was right here. Technically, Am?lie had said I couldn't have Ethan over if we were alone, but in this case- we weren't. I felt excitement well within me, creating a bubbly sensation in my head, but there was also fear at the prospect of being caught. The guys moved into the house like scavengers, Ryan ripping open the box of Halloween candy and shooting back an entire pack of M&Ms in one go. Eric did the same with another box, tearing open candy bar wrappers at a frantic pace. Ethan wasn't interested in any of this as he quickly moved next to me on the loveseat, putting his hand on my thigh. Within seconds, we were making out hardcore- with tongues and everything. I could see from the corner of my eye that Chloe was approaching us. Ryan had turned off her show and put on a slasher flick in its place, and while she had protested initially, she seemed far more interested in what Ethan and I were doing. Chloe looked up at us and with a massive grin, she said, "Daddy kissing!" She pointed at me. Ethan broke the kiss and looked down at the little girl in bewilderment, "Huh? What did she say, Abby?" I said, "Because I'm her father. Really. We have a special link, and she just knows who I really am." Ethan raised a brow at me, he looked me over, and then he, along with Eric and Ryan, burst out laughing. Even Alyssa, who seemed to have mixed feelings over allowing the boys into the house was laughing. Eric said matter-of-factly, "You don't really act like her father. Like you were sitting there making out with Ethan and completely ignoring her." I shook my head, "I was not. I could see her still." Alyssa laughed, "I know that I've joked you act like you are in your thirties, Abby, but there's no way. I mean beyond the obvious, and that was when we were first hanging out. You act more immature than I do sometimes. Like when we were in the mall the other day and you thought it would be funny to crawl into a big thing of pillows. Like totally randomly!" Ethan looked at me with a wide grin, "So, is there something I should know about you?" Ryan smirked, "Yeah, do you have a dick or something?" Ethan glared at his friend, "Not cool, man." Ryan threw up his hands, "Hey man, I don't have a problem with you liking herms." Ethan raised his fist, "Shut the hell up man. I think I'd know." Ryan shook his head, "Yeah right. I bet you haven't even seen her tits." I had meant to make a joke, but the result was not at all what I had intended. I blushed fiercely, realizing not only that my friends saw me wholly as one of them, but also because- well I couldn't really explain it. I didn't like Ryan speaking that way. I guess it was because I wanted to keep any talk of my body parts between Ethan and me. I really hoped he didn't talk about me in front of the guys in the locker room. Ethan got up off the couch and pushed Ryan, "Fuck you man, why don't just you screw off? Nobody wants you here." Ryan pushed Ethan back and then stormed into the kitchen. I could hear him rifling through the boxes of Halloween candy. Ethan took my hand, "Hey, you want to go downstairs?" I blinked, surprised by Ethan's boldness, but I soon found myself saying, "Um, yeah- sure." My heart leapt as Ethan and I stood together. He gripped my hand firmly, confidently. We walked down the stairs, and quickly entered my bedroom. Chapter 59 The moment we entered the room, Ethan took off his cape and spit out his vampire fangs. He closed the door, leaving the room pitch black. He then proceeded to lead me to my bed. I didn't resist as he lay me down and started kissing my neck, his hands roaming all over my body, squeezing my ass and boobs. He lay on top of me, and I knew he was turned on. He started to slowly rub his crotch against my thigh. He was kissing me hard on the neck, hard enough to leave 'love bites' but the intensity of his kissing, or rather sucking made me forget about the consequences. I put my arms around him, pulling him tightly into my body, leaning my neck to the side, to provide easier access. I thought about Chloe momentarily, but figured that Alyssa could handle putting her to bed. It was amazing to think that Alyssa was behaving more responsibly than I, but Ethan's ministrations clouded my mind to what I had become. I could feel him playing with the strings on my corset. I wasn't wearing a bra because the corset had a built-in push up, but the boy was still having difficulty kissing me and undoing the corset. Eventually, he stopped kissing and focused all his attention on removing the corset. He fumbled in the dim