This is the story of Sandra. This story runs parallel to Whom You Least Expect Ch.2. She is not a saint nor demoness, she is intriguing. You may love or hate her. This is not romance, and has an element of D/s. This story should be read in order (Chapter 1 & 2 first) or it won't make much sense. Thanks to
mikseventeen
for editing my work. Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
Whom You Least Expect Ch. 3: Sandra...
"Please stop—!"
I woke to find my sheets on the floor. A light sheen of perspiration covered my skin. Those pleading words were still hammering my brain, like a constant litany buried deep in my mind. I couldn't remember what my dream was about, the only thing I could focus on was a persistent tingling inside my head.
Again one of those dreams. It was the third night in a row.
The soft ticking of the clock helped me to relax, to focus on my here and now. I scanned my bedroom. A mix of teen pop star posters on the walls and stuffed animals decorated it. They were a constant reminder of my once happy teen days. It was truly nothing out of the ordinary for a girl my age, but their presence was enough to cause a feeling of revulsion in me.
I was no longer the innocent girl I once was. I had played with fire and I had been consumed by it.
I sighed audibly.
After my body calmed, I picked up my phone and checked for any new message, and as always, there was none.
Again.
I scrolled through my old text messages and read the last one Bobby had sent me.
"How you doin' Sandra? I miss you already."
'I miss you too Bobby,' I had replied. That was two weeks ago and I haven't heard from him since. I knew this was bound to happen, as we never had a serious relationship. We were just friends playing to be a couple.
Such is life when you finish high school. All that I believed was my reality is now part of the past. Everything is a memory from which to feed boring days of my new life... I sounded pathetic.
I closed my messages and the wallpaper appeared. It was a picture of a slender blonde with her arm around my shoulders, we both had drinks in our hands. Officially those were lemonades, but a closer inspection would tell otherwise. I hadn't seen her since the Saunder's party, two months ago. I missed her more than I missed Bobby. ...Way more.
I stood up and stretched. Today was the big day.
"Sandra. It's late... Good! You are awake," my mother opened my door without knocking. It had become a custom since last week.
"I'll be ready in a minute Mom, and please could you knock before entering."
My mother gave me a forced smile.
"Not anymore dear. Since I saw you last week with that girl in your bed, you have zero privacy in this house."
"Mom I told you I like boys and girls the same. Why can't you understand that?"
"Look Sandra, I'm still trying to understand this 'Bi' thing. But as long as you are under my roof I will make sure that no man or woman sleeps in your bed. Or any other place in this house for that matter."
"Fine." I said grumpily.
"Only God knows what you are going to do now that you have your own place," she mumbled to herself.
"I promise I'll play it safe," I beamed at her.
Mom rolled her eyes and raised her hand in a stop sign.
"I don't wanna know. You are an adult now...," she was exiting my room when she grumbled, "...According to law."
"Mom!"
"Never mind! Hurry up and dress, and please I don't want to hear that you are failing any classes," she raised her voice for emphasis, "Or you will be back immediately!"
"Oh... Okay." I guessed she was still angry at me.
After I finished dressing I looked my body up and down in the mirror. My new yellow sundress framed my figure nicely. A little makeup and 'voila', so fresh anyone would believe I was a movie star. Who was I kidding? I looked so average. 'Spirits up girl! You'll have to make yourself happy using your charm and being joyful. So do it!' I cheered myself. Positive thinking was the key, or so they say.
I checked the clock on the wall, it was time to go.
I was picking up my keys when a discussion made me stop.
"... It's your fault she is like that! You gave her everything! Now she is leaving this house and who knows how many wrong decisions she'll make. She is immature Fred, she still needs us." It seemed Mom was trying to ground me. I couldn't blame her, she had powerful reasons.
"Gina, she needs to face the world. It's true that I pampered her in the past, but now that she is alone it's the perfect time to prove herself," I heard the raspy voice of my father backing me up.
"You know the reputation our daughter has. Don't you Fred?" A painful memory overcame me. That was something I didn't want to remember.
A deep silence filled the house.
"More reason to let her go," my father said a few moments later, "Sandra! Come here, I know you are listening!"
I stood at the door's threshold, and wiped my tears. Mom didn't want to look at me.
"Yes Dad?" My father was a big heavy man in his fifties. He was sitting in his favorite chair in front of the TV, my mother stood a few feet from him.
"Your mother and I...," of course I knew it was only him, "have decided to give you a chance to be someone. Don't let us down." He leaned toward me, "If you ruin it your mother will decide your future. It's that clear?"
I gulped. What better motivation could I have to finish my chosen career than being forced to obey my mother's wishes if I failed? If I remembered correctly, she wanted me to marry a man of her choice as soon as I could.
"I understand. I'll behave," I said to my father as my mother maintained an uneasy silence.
*****
'Slut'.
That's what I had been called during my last months of high school. I didn't realize it until graduation, when a group of girls proceeded to publish several photos online in which I appeared with different men; some of them in very compromising situations. No nudes or anything like that, but suggestive enough. The pictures were removed soon after, but the damage was already done.
I wouldn't say I was an innocent victim. I was as horrible as they were, I had slept with their boyfriends and didn't care the slightest bit. So, I guessed they had the right to take revenge on me. What I didn't realize was the pain that came after Bobby found out what I had done. I felt him distance himself, and each time we talked he seemed sadder. I supposed he really loved me, but that's now in the past. He wasn't answering my calls anymore. It was at that moment that the awful truth about my life choices overcame me. I finally understood the consequences of my promiscuous behavior.
It was a bitter goodbye at home. My father, once the merry man that gave me everything, was in a somber mood. I guessed he was mourning my lost innocence. My mother, on the other hand, didn't talk to me, she just stood there avoiding my gaze. I needed to go out, the smothering atmosphere was sucking the life out of me. On the road, I could find the solace I was looking for.
I decided to drive with the windows down. The fresh air was a welcome relief to my troubled head. It was good I had decided to do my hair in a half ponytail because with it being pulled back, it wouldn't hit my eyes while driving. During the first few hours I reflected on my future, about what should I do with my life. It was clear I needed to modify my attitude, and that's what I would do. After my parents words today I had decided to change. No more parties, no more men, and definitely no more girls. I was going to be celibate.
