So a week later I found myself driving home, strangely at piece with what I was. I was a slut. And not just any slut, I was Jakes slut.
I didn't go home, but went directly to Jakes house. As soon as I climbed out of the car the door swung open and Jake was standing there glaring at me.
"Where the hell have you been!" He demanded, running down the stairs. "Do you have any idea how worried everyone has been?"
I put up my hand for him to stop, which he didn't. Instead he pulled me into his arms, hugging me tight. I could hear him mumbling that I was alright, as if he had to hear it as well as see it.
"I needed time to think." I said against his chest. He pulled back and instantly I could see the fear in his eyes.
"Don't' you EVER pull a stunt like that again! If you don't want me around fine, but don't ever runaway like that. You're mom has issued a missing persons report for gods sake!"
You have to love mothers.
"I already talked to her. I called on my way here."
"You haven't been home yet?" I shook my head. I'd needed to come here first. Needed to figure out what my future was going to be like.
"I needed to see you." He stepped back, watching me carefully. "I think we need to talk."
"You didn't want to talk."
"I was in shock. I mean, finding out you've just fucked your brother and that it wasn't the first time is a shock you know. Not to mention finding out your brother and dad made a cream pie sandwich out of you in front of 28 other people."
"I can see that."
This was the hard part. And he wasn't making it easy.
"Did you mean what you said?"