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The Last Sarah Story
Well here it is. I know I didn't post all of them, but maybe years from now, I'll put up all 32 chapters in succession so the world can know the whole story. So here is the end, but stay tuned next week for the end of the end! It was so long I had to split it.
Nothing Left To Hope For... part 1
Warning: This story has material that may not be suitable for children.
Sarah lay awake for hours the day that she kissed Michael for the last time. She’d been riding her bike home from Ann-Marie’s house when suddenly a familiar dark green Bronco sped past her, going in the same direction. The driver whipped his head around, recognized her, and pulled off to the side of the road, half-way in the ditch. Sarah sped up, pedaling with all her might, her heart racing. She stopped at his window and he smiled at her. She launched into a spiel of how she and Ann-Marie had been waiting for him but he never came. Then she told him that instead of going camping that week, they were waiting until August to go to Silverwood. She could hardly hide her excitement.
He suggested that she sit in the car to rest her legs and she obliged, parking her bike in the grass at the edge of the orchard. They probably talked in there for half an hour, catching each other up on everything they hadn’t had the chance to say for months and discussing why people change through high school. Then he abruptly got out or the car and stood at her window, looking at her. He said he didn’t want a car console between them.
But now there’s a door between us, Sarah thought. She got an idea. “I’m going to get out the car.” He let her and she picked up her bike.
“Heading out now?”
“No,” she replied cryptically. He looked at her quizzically. “I’m hiding my bike.” She walked the bike back about two trees in and let it fall because the ground was too soft for the kickstand to be of any use. When she came back he was leaning against the car, facing her.
“Why did you hide your bike?”
“Because it will look less suspicious if there’s only a car and not my bike…or us.” He only looked at her. “Boys are slow,” she muttered under her breath with a smile.
“Oh, I’m not slow.” I’m just hesitant because her dad trusts me…and what if we get caught? She gave him a knowing smile. Eventually, he pushed himself from the car and followed her through the trees…
He was holding her close and they were only talking when they heard a car drive up. Panic filled both their hearts, as well a slight doubt that it was anything serious. How foolish.
“Who is it?” Sarah asked, for Michael was already at the edge of the orchard.
“Your dad.”
No! “Crap! I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead!” She picked up her bike and headed out, but before she reached the end of the row, her dad rounded the end tree and was looking furious. She hurried past him without meeting his eyes, but overheard bits of what he was yelling at Michael.
“I told you to f***ing stay away from her!” Sarah winced at the cuss word that her dad rarely used. She parked the bike at the van, thinking he’d put in the back. But when he came out, he said, “Get to pedalin’, you ain't getting a ride, you lyin’ little b***h!”
She only hesitated for a moment, then sped off. Just as she passed Michael’s car, her dad yelled at him, “If she turns up pregnant, I’ll kill you!” Sarah stared horrified to see Michael’s face, but he didn’t look at her. How could he think that I would do that!
Riding home, her mind was a blank. All she could think about was how cold it got once the sun went down. When she got home, her dad was building a campfire, the first one of the summer, at the edge of the yard. He told her to put her bike away and come back and sit down. She did, and waited for the worst. But the worst did not come. He was only disappointed in her.
Sarah lay awake for hours the day that she kissed Michael for the last time. She’d been riding her bike home from Ann-Marie’s house when suddenly a familiar dark green Bronco sped past her, going in the same direction. The driver whipped his head around, recognized her, and pulled off to the side of the road, half-way in the ditch. Sarah sped up, pedaling with all her might, her heart racing. She stopped at his window and he smiled at her. She launched into a spiel of how she and Ann-Marie had been waiting for him but he never came. Then she told him that instead of going camping that week, they were waiting until August to go to Silverwood. She could hardly hide her excitement.
He suggested that she sit in the car to rest her legs and she obliged, parking her bike in the grass at the edge of the orchard. They probably talked in there for half an hour, catching each other up on everything they hadn’t had the chance to say for months and discussing why people change through high school. Then he abruptly got out or the car and stood at her window, looking at her. He said he didn’t want a car console between them.
But now there’s a door between us, Sarah thought. She got an idea. “I’m going to get out the car.” He let her and she picked up her bike.
“Heading out now?”
“No,” she replied cryptically. He looked at her quizzically. “I’m hiding my bike.” She walked the bike back about two trees in and let it fall because the ground was too soft for the kickstand to be of any use. When she came back he was leaning against the car, facing her.
“Why did you hide your bike?”
“Because it will look less suspicious if there’s only a car and not my bike…or us.” He only looked at her. “Boys are slow,” she muttered under her breath with a smile.
“Oh, I’m not slow.” I’m just hesitant because her dad trusts me…and what if we get caught? She gave him a knowing smile. Eventually, he pushed himself from the car and followed her through the trees…
He was holding her close and they were only talking when they heard a car drive up. Panic filled both their hearts, as well a slight doubt that it was anything serious. How foolish.
“Who is it?” Sarah asked, for Michael was already at the edge of the orchard.
“Your dad.”
No! “Crap! I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead!” She picked up her bike and headed out, but before she reached the end of the row, her dad rounded the end tree and was looking furious. She hurried past him without meeting his eyes, but overheard bits of what he was yelling at Michael.
“I told you to f***ing stay away from her!” Sarah winced at the cuss word that her dad rarely used. She parked the bike at the van, thinking he’d put in the back. But when he came out, he said, “Get to pedalin’, you ain't getting a ride, you lyin’ little b***h!”
She only hesitated for a moment, then sped off. Just as she passed Michael’s car, her dad yelled at him, “If she turns up pregnant, I’ll kill you!” Sarah stared horrified to see Michael’s face, but he didn’t look at her. How could he think that I would do that!
Riding home, her mind was a blank. All she could think about was how cold it got once the sun went down. When she got home, her dad was building a campfire, the first one of the summer, at the edge of the yard. He told her to put her bike away and come back and sit down. She did, and waited for the worst. But the worst did not come. He was only disappointed in her.
A Question That Might Not Have Been For Me:
Well in one of my entries my boyfriend kissed me for the first time. It's been three months now and well he wants to have 'you-know-what' with me. I don't know if I should! I would love to but I guess I'm young and still in school but I'm getting a lot of pressure from him. I think I'm gonna do it even if I'm 14; I don't care if I get pregnant. It happens a lot anyway. I can't wait for my first time doing IT!
M.J.'s comment: Well, I think you accidentally submitted this to my page instead of say... Big Sister or Sex Ed 101. Am I right? But I will try to answer you anyway because your submission disturbs me, but you might want to try again at the right pages. So you think you're gonna do it? You're 14 and you just said you don't care about getting pregnant?? Yes, you do, honey. You may not really care now because you don't understand the weight of the consequences, but underneath, you don't want to be pregnant! Think about it! Please, talk you your boyfriend (and your mother, because when you are in the hospital giving birth, she is the one who will love you and be by your side, but that doesn't mean she wants to see you do that) and tell him you are too young to be having sex and it could ruin you're life if you do at this young ESPECIALLY not using protection and not caring that happens!
I am really concerned for your situation and I really hope you think about this and wait WAIT WAIT! God loves you and has a special man for you later in life (much later)! Oh, and any boyfriend who is pressuring his 14-yr-old girlfriend to have sex even though she knows she's too young and already has the "I don't care" attitude is a jerk. He isn't worth it. No guy who ever pressures you into something you aren't ready for is not worth it.