My handsome boyfriend, Chad, picked me up in a modest Sudan. His arms hung out of the window, and he tapped the door for me to hurry.
"I'm coming," I mumbled, trying to stay up and steady with the four-inch heels I wore.
Upon hearing a crack, I slowly felt my heel give away. My body swayed, and the next moment, I was face down on the dirt path driveway. Feeling the light breeze on my ass, I hurriedly pulled my plaid skirt down.
"Nice ass," I heard his brother laughing, and the tears started falling immediately.
Chad was over me in a flash, his face concerned, "Are you okay?"
"She face-fucked that sidewalk," his brother, Chance, mocked, "High heels are only for Ladies, not tramps."
Using both palms, I pushed myself onto my feet, balancing my hands on Chad's broad chest. He was able to hold me up as I balanced on one foot. The pain shooting around my ankle didn't compare to his brother's mocking.
"She's a drama queen!" Chance shouted out of the passenger seat.
Chance was taller and older than Chad but way more immature. His mocking hurt my feelings more since they shared the same deep voice. I looked toward Chad, begging him with my eyes to control his foul-mouthed brother, but he merely shrugged.
"Don't pay him any mind. Do you want to change your shoes?"
Chance was outside the car, giving me a vicious glare, "We don't have time to play her games. Mom will bitch if we aren't at that party on time."
With the humiliation of falling still rattling my brain, I nodded to Chad.
"I'll be right back. I'm sorry."
"Mom's gonna freak out that we are late, and I am blaming this fake dumb blonde," Chance chuckled bitterly.
"Chance, chill out." I heard Chad's sound.
I rushed to our double-wide trailer, where my mom met me at the door to ask what happened.
I swiped away my tears, shaking my head as I grabbed a pair of flip-flops by the doorway. Barefoot with my face painted in a blush tone, I rashly walked to my boyfriend's car.
"Thanks to her, we won't be able to get a good seat," Chance told Chad.
Chad ignored him, and he looked into the rearview mirror.
"Merica, are you okay?"
I nodded and gave a weak smile that didn't come to my eyes. I finger-combed the gravel from my blonde hair and settled it flatteringly over my shoulder. I looked down, hoping regardless of my shoe choice, my outfit was appealing enough. I was often insecure about my appearance in front of Chad's Christian family, so I pushed down my skirt, giving it a more modest approach. I grumbled, noticing a long tear in my pantyhose, and lifted my skirt to examine it. The rip was distinguished up my inner thigh. I had a secret plan to take them off and stash them in my bag, but when I looked up, Chance was gazing between my legs. Flipping my skirt around my knees, I averted my eyes to the darkened road.
"Stuck up, bitch," I heard him mumble.
Chad and I had been in a relationship since high school. I had a great relationship with his parents, and his baby sister was head over heels for me. But his brother, Chance, hated my guts.
I felt horrible for making us late for his mother's New Year's Eve party. It was only six in the afternoon, but the family had an intimate church service to bring the new year in, so his mother scheduled the party early.
During the party, I entertained his little sister, Tara. She was 13, and she loved to talk. I was 18, and she thought of me as a big sister.
I peered across the table to see Chance had yet to forgive me for making us late. He focused his grimace on me, and I quickly averted my eyes as Tara continued talking about her boy problems.
"America," Chance called out, knocking the table for my attention, "America."
I looked toward him and shrugged, "What?"
Chance's eyes were softer now, and I leaned in as he whispered, "Chad said he wants you to meet him outside after he sings."
Tara smirked, "Ooh. Are you and my brother going to make out?"
"No," I chuckled, "Maybe a peck on the cheek?"
Tara and I giggled, then returned our focus to the different entertainment on stage. It was predominantly Christian rock. I had been skeptical about dating a religious guy but soon fell in love with the wholesome dynamic. My mother wasn't in the church scene, nor was her family back in the Dominican Republic. My dad was a farmer my mom had met in North Carolina. She had not even mentioned her pregnancy to him, nor his wife, before leaving for Louisiana.
I needed uplifting suggestions in my life and found that in Chad and his church family. A few months into dating, I was baptized, becoming a new convert. I tried to be a good girl, which wasn't hard with motivation from Chad. He wasn't just a Christian. He was indeed a good person who enjoyed making people happy. Blessed with many talents, he sang like an angel and smoothly danced. I watched as he serenaded the room with his velvety voice, mixing a slight soul into the familiar hymn. His rich voice left everyone with a sense of wonder and a spirit of new beginnings.
My bliss ended when I caught Chance's stare. He tapped his watch.
"Where did he say to meet him?" I asked skeptically.
Had this been their regular church, I would know the layout, but his mother planned the party at a megachurch. It was a jaw-dropping massive building with a nicely decorated dining hall.
"Do I really have to escort you? I would rather listen to the fags on stage." His tone and attitude were the polar opposite of his kind brother.
I shrugged off my hesitancy and walked toward the entrance. I knew better than to think Chance would be civil even on holiday.
On Christmas, he had taunted me at the table, opening his mouth to show me the chewed-up food inside. It was so gross I nearly puked at the sight, and he only laughed at me making a big scene at his family's dinner. He always teased me, and Chad joked that he had a crush. If he did, he had a sick way of showing it.
I smiled politely at the different people I bumped into on the way out and sighed in relief when I made it to the door. There was a long hallway toward the exit of the big church. I made it outside with the task of finding my boyfriend. The only problem was that the place was huge, and I couldn't figure out what side I was on.
I walked up around the building and noticed the windows were blurred out. I kept walking until I reached the front door. A large neon sign sat out front with what had been a life-size replica of the Nativity scene. The figurines were gone, but the large tent resembling the shack remained. I heard my boyfriend's hearty laugh and smiled, walking toward the makeshift shed.
"Chad, Why are you-"
My heart raced, and I could only drop my jaw as I witnessed my boyfriend lying on the tent. His eyes were closed, and someone was positioned between his legs. The someone was a man, and he was sucking Chad's cock. I felt a bit envious, realizing now why he had been so virtuous with me. I quickly walked back to the church, taking deep breaths.
I wasn't genuinely heartbroken. Although Chad and I had a wonderful friendship, we hadn't yet found the chemistry, and I had just found out why. I bumped into Chance before I could get into the building.
I pouted, realizing he knew and had sent me there for a reason.
"You didn't find him? I could help you look," Chance snickered.
Shaking my head, I smiled, hiding my misfortune, "It's fine. I'm sure I will see him later."
"I think he said something about you and him were going to go all the way," His mocking tone made me angry, and I pushed his shoulder.
"You don't have to be rude just because you can't get a girlfriend."
Chance grasped my arm, pulling me closer. He looked down upon me, and I crouched. The darkness in his eyes and how his lips twitched were enough to scare me frozen.
"I, I. I'm sorry...." I whispered.
"Chad and my mom think you're so cute and sweet. But I know better."
"I don't do anything," I stood straight, twisting my wrist to loosen his hold, "Let me go."
"You're a worthless brown slut. A Mexican named America, how fucking ironic," Chance laughed.
