the sword drops

"Who is in who's pants?" the voice demanded. You hoped if you never turned around it would simply go away. Erin's face had changed from pure rage and hate to one of sorrow. She knew what happened next was inescapable.

"Erin who is this." She asked. Maybe if you could get to the door you could go somewhere else, tom's, a bus station, a tar pit anything would be better than this but your legs wouldn't move. Sure a guy who **** himself on you you could handle but not your mother. The hand on your shoulder burned like fire but chilled you to the bone. "Oh my god." No matter how good your makeup a mother recognizes her son. "John what the hell are you wearing?"

"I..." think of something! Tell her you lost a bet, erin did it, something! "Well"

"Get out." she was calm too calm. You've seen her mad and yell and scream just like erin but what always scared you was when she was so mad she was calm. You wanted to explain because god only knows what she had assumed but you didn't even know how to begin and your body refused to work with you. Instead your legs carried you to the door and to your car.

You had no money and the original plan was to sneak in so you had no change of clothes. So you went to the one place, one person you could trust. Tom opened the door silently and solemnly taking your hand he lead you to his room. You told him the gist of what happened while you drove. Once in his room you finally spoke "Thank you so much." you whispered falling into his strong arms. Tom kissed your head and held you tight. He knew what you had been through better than anyone.

"It's no problem." he said simply in hushed tones. He held you for a minute more before you pulled away wiping your eyes immediately regretting it as mascara smeared in your eye. "Here." he offered his shirt for you to clear out your eye.

"Thanks. As if I dont have enough problems tonight." You held his shirt tail in your hands your makeup and hair a mess the literal definition of disheveled. You looked at his beautiful waiting face, how he wa always there for you when you needed him. So patient dealing with everything you've been through, having to hide your relationship from others. "I love you."

"I love you too." he kissed you softly, gently, warmly. It was almost enough to make you forget why you were here. He cleared his throat as he stepped back rubbing the back of his head. He was nervous, you'd find it adorable in any othe context. "I laid a blanket and pillow on the floor for sleeping."

"Thanks." You take in the room for the first time, it was cramped with his full bed ending just before a gaming station holding up a television and a row of games and movies on the bottom shelf. The blanket and pillow lay to the side of the bed, the only place big enough to fit a person. You lay on the floor thankful at least you were indoors.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "That's my spot."

"I can't take your bed."

"A gentleman would never let a lady sleep on the floor." he responds raising you up by the arm and seating you on the edge of his bed.

"Why are you so good to me?" you finally ask what you've always wanted to know.

"Like I said. I love you." he sat on the floor looking up at you with his adoring eyes filled with their love and honesty.

"Don't." you whisper remembering what you did tonight, the first domino that lead you to here. You picked him up. "I went to a club tonight."

"I know."

"But what I didn't tell you yet was...I made out with someone." The part of your mind concerened with self preservation screamed at you for how foolish you were. "But only because someone **** me I swear! I don't even remember but erin had pictures." You quickly relayed him the entire truth and nothing but the truth afraid to look him in the eyes not wanting to see those eyes no longer filled with love.

"Why tell me now?"

"I didn't want you to think I was hiding anything from you or using you because I do love you." It felt like andre the giant was squeezing your heart inside your chest.

He sat next to you silently, what must he think of you? Did you break his heart? Would you end up sleeping on a park bench after all? He simply took your chin and **** you to look him in the eyes, those same adoring eyes stared back at you with love. "I believe you."

"You do?"

"I know you. You're a good person. And some asshole **** you. You're lucky all you did was make out." He sounded more upset than he let on but it didn't seem directed at you. "If I ever see that guy." he growled leaving his threat open ended while visions of how he could break this guy who took advantage of you into little pieces danced in his mind.

"I am sorry." You rested your head on his shoulder.

"I know."

"Do you forgive me?"

"You didn't do anything wrong so there's nothing to forgive." After a minute of sitting and staring at his closet door he finally spoke again. "Well I can't sleep, wanna watch a movie?"

You moan softly agreeing to whatever he wants. A few minutes later young frankenstein played in the dark room while you rested your head on his chest noting how he takes a small sharp breath whenever he finds something funny instead of laughing loudly. Young frankenstein among many mel brooks movies were one of your all time favorites you certainly counted yourself lucky that tom had the entire mel brooks collection on dvd as you drifted off to sleep.

In your dreams your life was so very different, you were an average girl with her handsome and perfect boyfriend, your sister was your best friend and kyle was his same adorable self. Your daddy had grilled tom about his intentions towards his daughter whom he loved very much when you first brought him to meet the family. The scene changed and you were with tom in a rinky dink apartment struggling to fix the sink only to have water spray all over the both of you. To celebrate fixing the sink you and tom kissed under the shower, you needed to conserve water after all so showering together was the best idea. Tom pushed you against the frosted glass door kissing your neck as he kneaded your breasts with his skillful hand as he slipped his member inside of you. He played your body like a fiddle as he pistoned his cock inside of you slowly and sensually. "Momma." a small voice called behind the frosted glass. You peaked out at the cutest kid you'd ever seen, he looked to be around kyle's age, the spitting image of his father who suddenly wasn't in the shower with you.

You awoke to find yourself alone in bed, tom lay out on the floor as promised.

The next morning you awoke to find yourself again alone the realization of where you were and why you were there truly hitting you. You cried wanting nothing more but to go home. Shortly there was a knock at the door and you quickly dried your eyes with the bedsheet. "Come in."

It was jamie, tom's mother, holding some clothes in her hands. "Tom said you had no clothes." She sat them down next to you.

"T-thank you." you say as you examined the denim item she left.

"It aint right, throwin your child out on the street." She answered as she left the room.

After your shower, where you broke down once again crying, you managed to pull yourself together and fout the pair sitting in the living room. Tom's mother clearly no longer standing on formality around you as she ate her cherrios in her recliner and watching television. Too distressed to feel hungry you sat next to tom on the couch. After a few minutes of watching an old woman yell at people you whisper "What's this?"

"Mamma's family." Tom's mother sighed clearly you were not being quiet enough for her liking. You spend the next half hour resting your head on tom's shoulder as he ate his cereal and laughing along with the show.

Once the show finished his mother spoke up "So what are your plans today?" She asked as she sat her empty bowl down on a tv tray.

"I thought I was going to school."

"Hmm, I'm surprised you're not taking a few days off." you weren't sure if it was a compliment or an insult.

"I need to talk to my sister, get some clothes if nothing else." Tom nudged you softly "Thanks again for these." you pulled the strap on your denim overalls that barely fit you. Unfortunately, well unfortunately if you're nervous about your body or supposed to be a boy, but not unfortunately for tom the overalls stopped mid thigh exposing your bare thighs to everyone. Thankfully the pink shirt hid your barely there breasts. Looking at the flower embroidery on the denim you wondered what happened to such a happy person.

"I'm surprised you hadn't just called her." Tom finally spoke.

"I tried but she isn't answering. She must be pissed too."

"Language!" jaimie shouted as she stood and stretched before walking down the hall to her room.

"She just likes to bitch." he said returning to the show. You knew well enough to not diss anyone's mother especially not your boyfriend's and especially not the morning after he took you in off the streets. Instead you rested your head on his shoulder and watched the show, you even found yourself enjoying it and laughing along with tom. For a brief moment reality was gone and it was just you, tom, and some old woman yelling comically.

Unfortunately tom's mother returned wearing nurses scrubs and turning off the television. "Let's go." You all piled into their truck leaving your car behind. The drive to the doctor's office was awkward as hell to say the least. When you tried to turn the radio on she immediately turned it off. Tom quickly turned it back on, which sparked a fight until you reached the doctor's office. She stepped out of the truck and gave tom his instructions as he moved over. "Pick me up at seven."

"Yes mam." he picked her up at seven every day.

"No joyriding."

"Yes mam." He rarely went joyriding.

"And make sure she gets some clothes." You were shocked she showed such concern you almost felt like she cared. "Those are loners not her's to keep." Almost. "Make sure she washes them too."

"Yes mam." She kissed his cheek and left.

Tom continued the music bobbing his head along happily to some pop song you weren't paying attention to. "Sorry about the radio."

"Eh, she just likes to bitch." he turned down the radio and explained how it was every day with her that they fought over the radio. "She prefers silence. What kind of person would rather listen to nothing than music?!" You knew enough to know not to diss mothers, but seriously he was right. You agreed silently and laid your head on his shoulder thankful you didn't take your car since you wouldn't have been able to do this with the console in the way.

Once you pulled into the parking lot at school reality once again hit you. It was unmistakable what you were wearing. There was no way around it, you were dressed like a girl and now you were wishing your breasts were smaller. "You don't have to do this." tom offered. If you asked he would drive you home or anywhere.

"No. I do." It was too late to hide from your family, that ship had sailed, so why hide from anyone anymore? "Just don't leave me okay?" Again you asked so much of him.

"Never." And again he gave so easily you felt guilty. Hand in hand you walked into school that alone would have solicited looks but your feminine appearance drew looks from those that knew you and the rumors that swirled about you and tom already were all but confirmed now.

Finally you found your sister at her locker. You were shocked to see how obviously sad she was. "Erin." She snapped around quickly hearing your voice alone, but the female one you had perfected.

"Kara!" she hugged you like she hadn't seen you in years. "I missed you!" You could feel her crying into your neck.

"Don't start." It was too late you joined in and started crying too. After you composed yourselves you finally asked her "Why didn't you text me back?"

"You threw my phone at that guy!"

"Oh...right." You hissed finally remembering. "I wasn't thinking." You realized you never really thought only acted. Maybe a good trait on the court but not in life. "I'm sorry."

She wiped her eye with a hankie. "It's fine. Nothing important was on the phone."

"Except maybe thirty-thousand selfies." you teased.

She smiled, thankfully, finally taking you in. "What are you wearing."

"Tom's mom lent me some old clothes of her's."

"Well you should steal it cause you're working it!" she tried to sound cheerful.