Page 4 of Our Shattered Pieces
But I also knew that, as she grew older, guys had held off until I had gone off to college. Two years younger than me, Rowan’s junior and senior years in high school were ones I didn’t want to think about.
For a few reasons.
As for me, I had taken after both our parents. While I had mom’s blue eyes like Rowan, I had inherited my brown hair and tall stature from our father, Stanley. I was six-foot-one to Rowan’s five-foot-four. Mom was a petite little thing, too.
“I’ll concede we shouldn’t talk about good girls like that,” Eric said. “But, c’mon, if a slut’s a slut…”
“He’s got a point,” Travis agreed.
I almost winced.
There was also another reason I wasn’t particularly fond of this topic. I had my own issues with women, and ever since Rowan’s senior year of high school, I’ve been doing my best to be…better. While Rowan was doing great in her sophomore year at Georgetown, that still didn’t take away from what happened to her and how it had affected me.
Like most people, I had specific tastes in bed, and these days, I struggled with those proclivities, and that’s something I wasn’t proud of. You’d think that after what happened to my sister it be an automatic thing for me to level back to missionary and making love, but it wasn’t that easy.
Hell, my issues were one of the reasons I’ve been with Katy for so long. Katy was all about civility. She insisted on romance and respect in the bedroom and dating her has helped me work on those two things. There was no hair pulling going on in Katy’s bed. No spanking. No choking. No cumming anywhere other than inside a condom. I mean, seriously. The girl hardly looked fucked whenever we were done.
But that was okay.
That’s what I needed.
“Well, now that all depends,” I said.
“On what?” Travis wanted to know.
“On whether she’s a slut by choice. Whether she’s a slut because that’s what she likes to do, or if she’s a slut just for you,” I answered.
“What’s the difference?” Eric asked, and I really wanted to knock him upside his head sometimes.
“Some girls are promiscuous because of trauma, and that’s not their fault. Some girls just like sex, and that’s okay. And some girls only do certain things with the guy they’re in love with,” I explained. “So, if you’re dating a girl and she does some way out shit just for you, and then you break up, calling her a slut isn’t fair. She did those things because she trusted you. Not because she’s a slut.”
“This topic is getting too heavy,” Eric remarked. “All I was doing was trying to point out that Lydia Jackson had premium pussy.”
I laughed because he was right. The topicwasgetting too heavy. “Duly noted.” Just then, my phone chimed, and looking down at it, I could see it was Katy, and I almost caught myself groaning.
I liked Katy. I really did.
But she was also a constant reminder of everything that was wrong with me, and I realized I was considering her therapy more than anything else these days.
Good thing graduation was soon.
Chapter 3
Molly~
Passing on another night of partying, I was dressed in my pajamas already, and done for the night.
And it was only eight.
However, the less I showed my face around town, the better. While my choices haven’t come back to haunt me yet, that didn’t mean they weren’t still lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time.
The awful part of it all was that, as hard as I tried, the only thing I regretted was trusting the wrong person. Had it been anyone else…Christ, I didn’t even know what. I just knew that as much as I tried to force shame and guilt into the picture, they wouldn’t come. Andthat’swhat had me all messed up in the head.
Determined to get out of my head, I opened my laptop to get a head start on some class assignments. I was only a freshman, but if I could get through only one more year, I’ll be in the clear. Ethan was a junior, and with the semester ending in a couple of months, next year he’ll be a senior and after that, I’ll never have to see him again.
Seeanyof them.
An hour into my schoolwork, my phone rang, and I seriously considered not answering it, especially, since it was usually scam calls. But glancing at the name flashing across the screen, I immediately reached for it.
