PAIN

here is another story by kerrie. this one *obviously* is a short story, and it's really awesome. if you have any comments for kerrie feel free to email her at RyanzlilAngel@aol.com.

Pain, deep pain shown through teary eyes. The kind of pain in which you could tell that you've broken someone even when you didn't mean to do it. It wasn't like I wanted to cause any pain. That wasn't the case when it happened, but it was something I couldn't stop. I didn't mean to do what I did, but there is no way I can go back now; and now she's gone.

It was a cold December day, and I had just gotten a big paycheck. My girlfriend, Pamela, was busy with her family doing charity in which she took great pride in doing. I walked out of the recording studio and into the cold, white snowy surroundings. Taking my keys out of my pocket, I walked to my new car and pressed the button. It happily responded with a loud 'click.'
I climbed in and started the ignition and backed out of the rather large parking lot and onto the busy road. As soon as I turned onto the highway, my cell phone sounded from its cradle on the dashboard. Quickly I pressed the 'speaker' button.
"Scott, its Chastity. What's going on?"
My lips formed into a smile. "Just finished laying down a few licks. Nothing too major," I informed her.
"Cool. Wanna come chill at my place for a while?" she asked.
I thought for a moment. Should I stick around for Pam or should I visit Chas? It was tough. "Sure, I'll be over in like ten," I said.
I could tell she was smiling. "Great. I'll leave my door unlocked and you can come right in," she said.
"Sounds good. See ya in a few," I said and hung up.
I found the exit in which I was supposed to get off to head to my rented house, but instead of getting off the ramp, I kept driving to Exit 10 which led to Chastity's house. About ten minutes passed, and finally the signs for Exit 10 came into view. I looked into the rearview mirror and looked over my right shoulder and gently eased my way into the right hand lane. Slowing down, I put my blinker on and took the corner of the ramp.
I hadn't been or seen Chastity for a long while, so I was looking forward to seeing her again. I found her house, the same one since I could remember, and slowed to make my turn. As I did, I eased the car onto the grass and parked it. Turning the car off, I took the keys with me as I opened the door and stepped out. The car talked to me as I locked it with my button.
Shoving my keys in my pocket, I made my way to the door, turning the knob and letting myself in. Looking around, nothing had really changed at all. The pictures, the scent, the way everything was, it was still the same. I made my way over to the couch in the far corner of the living room and sat down, waiting.
"Hello, Scott," I heard from the stairwell.
"Hey Chas..." I trailed as I looked up. The girl that stood before me did not look like the Chastity I had left.
She now had long, bottled blond hair that came to the middle of her waist. Her eyes had been changed by blue contacts and her face was clear with few freckles. What amazed me most was what her body looked like. She had been a tad overweight and now, she was a slim, sexy young woman wearing next to nothing walking over in my general direction.
"I've been waiting for you, Scott," she said as she twirled a strand of her long hair between her fingers. I could not take my eyes off her. Although I know it was wrong since I had Pam, it seemed as if something beyond my control was drawing me to Chastity.
"And where have you been all my life?" I said into her ear as she sat on my leg.
"Right in front of you," she said seductively, nibbling my ear.
I stifled a moan as she began kissing my neck hungrily. "Chastity!"
"Scott, take me upstairs," she instructed.
And so I did. I picked her up in my arms and gently made my way up the stairs and to her room. Incense was burning and the room was dimly lit by a red candle by the bed. The floor was nicely covered in red rose pedals. White lace curtains outlined her bed. I gently placed her on the bed and looked around.
"Scott, I've wanted you for so long," she confessed.
Not answering her, I reached for my shirt and took it off, discarding it to the floor. She watched me as I came to her side and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Scott..." she trailed as my lips began to trace her jawbone and her neck. In the middle of everything, I ended on top of her staring into her eyes. Emotions enveloped me as I stared at her. Thoughts of Pam became no more and all I wanted was to hold Chastity.
"Put your hands on me, Scott," she said, taking my hand and placing it on her left breast. I began to kneed and massage it gently. I reached my lips to hers and kissed her. Kissed the one I felt like I truly loved.

"Scott, I have something to tell you," Pamela said a few weeks later.
I smiled at her. "What's that, baby?"
"I'm expecting," she said.
My eyes grew at the news. "Mine?" I asked.
She giggled. "What do you think?" she lightly pushed me.
"Oh Pam! I'm so happy," I exclaimed.
"So am I," Pamela replied.
I was going to be a father. A real father. I couldn't believe it, but little did I know of the pain and suffering that would come.

A month later, I got a phone call in the middle of the night. I was sleeping peacefully with Pam under my arms. I groggily reached for the phone and answered it.
"Scott, its Chas, you have to come over," she said almost in a panic.
"Chas, hold on. Stay where you are. I'll be there in five," I said and hung up. I began to move out of the bed and Pamela grunted and moved a tiny bit as I got up.
I dressed myself and headed to my car. I turned on the lights and backed out of the parking lot and started for Chastity's. I hoped she wasn't in any serious trouble. It was very rare for her to call like this if it wasn't important.
I got to her house and quickly entered her house to find her curled into a corner crying and cradling herself. I went to her, and wrapped an arm around her.
"Scott, it's so awful," she sobbed.
"What?" I asked.
"Something has happened between us Scott," she spoke softly.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Scott, there is no other way to say it other than to say it," she said.
"So say it Chas," I urged her.
"I'm pregnant," she said.
My mouth dropped. "What?" I asked.
"I only slept with you, Scott. I lost my virginity to you. Scott, the condom broke, and I'm pregnant," Chastity sobbed. "And I didn't want to tell you at first since I know Pam is pregnant too," she said.
Her shoulders began to tremble.
"Oh god," I moaned and began to feel the sting of my own tears as well. "Are you sure?"
"Positive. I've been to the doctor," she said.
"How am I gonna deal with this?" I asked partly to myself.
"I don't know, I just don't know," Chastity wailed in my shoulder.
What was I to do now?

Pain, deep pain shown through teary eyes. The kind of pain in which you could tell that you've broken someone even when you didn't mean to do it. It wasn't like I wanted to cause any pain. That wasn't the case when it happened, but it was something I couldn't stop.
I lost Pamela and nearly lost Chastity as well. Both girls both seventeen years of age had my children. Pamela delivered my baby son, Jacob Michaels and Chastity, my baby daughter, Skye Marie. That pain I could see in Pam's eyes when she had our child. She never forgave me for what I did. And she never looked back either.
I'm now twenty years old, and married to a young woman named Kayla. I have not seen or heard from either girls, nor do I plan to ever see my children again. In the end, the pain I saw through those teary eyes is an experience I'll never forget; and I'll never forgive myself as well.

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