Chapter Twelve: An Obscene Movie And A Happy Birthday

I shifted on my car seat a couple of times.

Luke keeps asking me if I was okay or if I needed anything, I would just shake my head every time and tell him I'm fine or I'm okay.

I had no idea what 50 Shades of Grey was about until I've seen what the people in it was doing. It was all about sex and sadism and masochism. I'm not disgusted by it I'm rather interested but I have no intention on re-enacting it. I think.

By the end of the movie, I felt devastated by how it ended. No one deserves pain like that nor being held unto a situation like that either.

"Did you like it?" Luke exclaimed beside me.

I nodded.

"So how was it?" He asked starting the car engine.

"I find it...interesting."

"Interesting? Yeah, why is that?"

"I don't know I think I should read the book first you know?"

"I think you should." He snickered as he drives slowly towards the exit following a red Chevy in front of us.

"I have a question. I'm curious-"

"What is it?"

"Why'd you take me out to watch something like that?" I mumbled fiddling with my fingers.

"I just wanted for you to learn things."

"Learn things?"

"Yeah learn about things you're about to get yourself in to." He smirked looking at me as he bite unto his lower lip.

*

"Good morning, birthday girl" My mother came barging in my room as she lifts all the blinds allowing the sun rays to enter my room.

I covered my face with my duvet.

"Mother please. I need more sleep." I mumbled groggily.

"Now, now darling. Get up and its your birthday. Its not everyday a girl finally turns 18 and into a lady." I felt the edge of my bed sink and my duvet being pulled away from my body.

I sat up and tried to brush the sleep off of my eyes and I yawned loudly causing my mother's face turn into an awful grimace.

"I think I need to educate you more about breeding and etiquette."

I ignored her snide remark and stood up to grab my towel that was resting on the couch.

"Im going to take a shower now, Mother. Please wait for me in a bit I'll be down soon for breakfast." I let out a sigh before closing the door.

*

As I descend the staircase I was greeted by our maids a "Happy Birthday, Miss Beck" and I smiled at them and gave them thanks.

Nana was the last one to do so and I hugged her for it. She was overwhelmed and cried a little of course. I could've let tears fall on my cheek if it wasnt for my mother's voice calling me.

I entered the dining room and of course she was sat on her usual seat. A fake smile on her face and I tried so hard not to roll my eyes.

"Be prepaired for your birthday party tonight, dear" She exclaimed proud of herself as she watches me settle myself down.

"A birthday party? Mother! Seriously? I have no idea about this. I don't want a birthday party! How could you decide on something like this all on your own?" I gritted thru my teeth. I know what she is planning to do. She is going to brag this and that and let people in our house, people even she herself doesn't know very well just to satisfy her thirst on being arrogant.

Well, I won't have her that. Not in my birth day.

"Well, I've given away the invitations since last week and the chef I hired from England is already in the kitchen..cooking!"

"I don't care! I don't care if they were from Antarctica even! Why do you have to ruin everything?" I exclaimed loudly hitting the table with my palm.

She didn't look pleased but so am I.

"Go to your room. I dont want to see you for the rest of the day. I'll let the maids call you later tonight when its time for the party. Wear decent clothes. Don't you dare disobey me!" She exclaimed and I stood up from my chair throwing the table napkin on the floor.

I wanted to shout at her and call her a bitch. But I didn't as much as I wanted to I couldn't. I walk straight out and back into my room.

"Anything you need miss?" Nana asked me before I closed my bedroom door.

"You heard that didn't you?" I asked her.

"Even though I've heard everything. I'm not allowed to react, talk or even think about it." She answered

I nodded. "I mustve been a sinful person in my life before to have her as a mother now"

"You might've" She winked before I fully closed the door.

I sat on the bed feeling intense with everything that just happened the other day.

"You really took me out just to watch a movie like that?" I mumbled at Mr. Hemmings before he could make a sharp turn around the block, "..and why would you want me to learn something like that? I know I'm not a kid and I find that movie really interesting but why? Are you also a sadist, a masochist, a-"

"I'm not any of those." He snickers, stopping the car. "But- I'm like him..I fuck hard but I don't do romance."

"So what does it have to do with me?"

"I told you that I like you, once. Don't get yourself flattered. I made it cleared to you the first time we met. I need sex from you."

"I know. I'm not retarded and I'm not a prostitute either. You have a wife why don't you fuck her? You're rich you can buy a fucking prostitute!" I wasn't mad at him I'm just giving him options.

"Don't swear in front of me!" He exclaimed loudly, the sound of his voice compressed inside the small space of his black sedan.

I got intimidated, I nodded.

"Now be a good girl and listen to me. I don't fuck my wife because I don't. I've never laid a hand on her. I don't fuck prostitutes. I am a man with class and I am very selective when it comes to women I have sex with." The tone of his voice didn't change.

"Why me? You barely know anything about me! I'm inexperience, I know how sex works but never brave enough to do it." I say,

He place a strand of my hair behind my ear before speaking again,

"..there is something in you that makes me want to fuck your brains out!" He lean in closer and he started nibbling on my ear.

"Then what does that make me?" I gulped as my breath hitches as I feel his hands on my thighs trying to push the end of my dress up.

Now I know what the dress is for. I thought to myself.

"The girl I'd fuck whenever I want to." He breathed thru my neck as he leaves kisses.

"But that's wrong."

"Its not wrong, baby. I know you're enjoying this as much as I do.

I know that you're dropping wet down there as much as I want those pretty lips wrapped around me."

"But I am so much more than this. You're trying to manipulate me"

"You are. I didn't say you weren't. Let's just give it a try, I'm not manipulating you." His tongue playing on the skin of my neck.

"I don't want to-"

"But your body disagrees with you" He smirked his hand making its way between my thighs and I was surprised with my body's reaction like it has a mind of its own, my legs widened to give way to him.

"But this is really wrong you're married."

"That's just the paperwork." He mumbled shifting his position and leaning in more as he trail kisses on my cleavage.

"Mr. Hemmings, please-" I begged. I'm not like those other girls. I pushed him away. "We have to talk about this first. I'm sorry. I really feel uncomfortable about this.".

He obliged and listened.

"I don't know what to say everything seems so fast..I can't do this."

His eyes were disappointed, "Let me take you home. I'm sure you're mother will not be happy if you arrive home later than midnight."

Did he just shift to horny to confused that quick?

I nodded not wanting to argue about it more.

"SURPRISE!!" A loud familiar voice exclaimed shaking me out of my trance.

I looked at the wide open door and it was Kate.

I couldn't believe my eyes. My sister. She's here!

"Oh my god, Kate!!!!" I freaked out as I run towards her. She's gotten skinnier and tanner. "Holy shit! What the fuck are you doing here?" I hugged her tightly.

"Fuck it! You still swear like a sailor. Of course I wouldnt miss my baby sister's birthday! I came all the way from Florida just to see you."

"You missed a lot of my birthdays, you know. This is literally the only birthday I could remember that you're here!" I sassed.

"Oh, c'mon pinhead! Don't hold a grudge against me, you know you love me! It's different this year, you're 18!" She laughed as she makes herself comfortable on my bed.

I sat on the couch after closing the door shut.

"What were you doing? Its your birthday why are you locked in here?" She asked as she fixes her hair.

"Got in a fight with Lisa." This is what I like when I am having a conversation with Kate. I don't address my mother as mother, I address her how I want to address her. I can swear around Kate too since she was the one who thought me the rules of bad mouthing and swearing.

"What did she do again?" She rolled her eyes.

"Arranged a party without me knowing." I groaned.

"I knew it. When I received the invitation I knew the idea didn't come from you."

"Why didn't you tell me that she was sending out invitations?" I huffed.

"Well, I tried calling you but you're number was unattended!" She defended.

"I don't have a phone okay. She took it during first term since I got a B- in physics"

"That figures!"

"The only way I could communicate in the outside world is thru the telephone but I'm afraid to use it. Who knows maybe she's listening on the other line." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, right. Who would you be calling anyways unless you have a boyfriend which you don't....wait do you?" She immediately sat up.

"Wait, what?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"God, ew no! I don't!"

"Ha! Denial! I knew it! Who is he? Do I know him???"

"What the fuck, Kate? Shut up! I don't have a boyfriend!"

"Bullshit! I know you do!" She laughed and I started throwing throw pillows on her hitting her on the face making me laugh more.

"When are you going to leave?" I asked.

"I just got here now you're asking me that? You're unbelievable!" She giggled, "..three days after your birthday."

"Are you with-"

"Oh no, no. Were not talking about my husband. No. Uh-uh" She raised her index finger making me stop about asking her marriage life.

"Did you two fight again?" I rolled my eyes.

She nodded. "Yeah, he doesn't even know I'm here, back in Rosewood. He's gonna throw a fit if he knew, I'd pay fifty bucks to see him rage!"

"Get a divorce and come back and live here again." I proposed.

"Getting a divorce is really hard you know?"

Yeah I know. Believe me I know.

"What's hard about it?" I asked pretending to be oblivious.

"Well the paper work and you need to change your schedules whenever you have a court meeting and then the money that you have to use and everything. Not to mention what other people will think when you get a divorce. They look at you like you have a disease or something"

That's the problem. People like us, is afraid of what other people will think. Its the prying eyes that hurts most.

"Why are you asking me this? Are you planning to get married now that you're eighteen?"

"I haven't even finished high school yet." I huffed,

"Blame mother for putting you in so much school. Like, one educational program is not enough for her."

"She's a perfectionist. Look at what she did to you." I teased.

"Oh shut up-" She laughed.

Before I could say a word there was a knock on the door. Revealing Nana carrying a box and a paper bag from Chanel.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Madam wants you to put this on and get ready you're guests are about to arrive according to her."

"But its barely lunch time?" I whined.

"Which makes you have 2 hours to prepare." Nana exclaimed before leaving the room.

I let out a deep sigh.

I looked at Kate who was already rummaging on the box revealing me a lazed black dress.

"Black?" She raised one of her eyebrows.

"Mother says black is classy."

"Ha! So much for being a classy motherfucker like you-" She laughs.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "Help me straighten up my hair. I need to get ready before I get into more trouble" I demanded.