Chapter 2 Losing the V-Card (part 2)

Alison's POV

For a second I thought he was joking but even if it was a joke it wasn't funny.

"A mistake? You pursued me for 5 months before you got me. How dare you call this a mistake."

"I thought I was in love then... but you and I ask are two different people. You see sex as a big deal and your head is way up in clouds about what romance should be. You and I are not compatible." He said and every word from his mouth cut deep.

I didn't understand what he meant, we had been friends for a long while, he knew what my idea of romance was like, so if he thought they were conflicting why didn't he say anything? Why did he wait till he had had a taste of me?

"Cory, you're kidding me aren't you?" I asked. He shook his head, "You live in a fairy tale, I live in the real world. We're not the same."

"Today is my birthday!" I yelled. "Couldn't you have chosen a better day to do this to me?" I yelled at him.

"That's another thing about you. You get angry so easily and raise your voice. You have to learn to tame that temper of yours."

I stared at him in disbelief, what had come over him? What was I supposed to do, laugh while he broke up with me?

"Are you drunk?" I snapped, He got fully dressed and got up to face me,

"this has nothing to do with alcohol.

You just don't match my kink. I want a girl that's freaky under the sheets and knows what I want even before I say it. With you I have to teach you everything, it's boring, you're boring. I'm starved in this relationship and I can't take it any longer."

He said spitefully I lifted my hands involuntarily to land him a slap but he caught my hand midway and yanked me onto the bed.

"Control that ugly temper of yours." He yelled.

"We all learn, and I'm willing to learn so why this?" I questioned him while my heart raced with anguish.

"I'm not you Alison, I'm not a teacher, go watch porn or something." He said it in such a condescending tone that I got angry,

"Get out of my house! Get out."

"I was heading out anyway." He mumbled and exited my room.

Hot tears ran down my face, as I wondered where I went wrong. Cory was like an angel in my life, he was all I ever wanted in a man, how disappointing! He didn't deserve my tears yet I bawled my eyes out because it still hurt.

I didn't have many friends to run to call and cry on so I called my mother. She was my best friend and more than anyone she would understand me.

She had me when she was 16 and got ditched by her baby daddy who didn't want to accept responsibility. I knew she was the only one I could cry on because she would understand the pain of being dumped.

I picked up my phone and realized that I had missed calls from her. I gasped and called her, it rang several times but no answer.

My heart began to beat wildly, had something happened to her? Oh God no! My mother wasn't one to miss my calls, she would stop everything to speak to talk to me.

Seeing that she had called me earlier didn't make it any better. I didn't know what to do, she's a single woman who lives alone. What if something had happened to her? I called her neighbor who assured me that she was fine.

She said mom went to bed early because she wasn't feeling too well. I sighed and lay down in my bed quietly. I would have to check on her in the morning, but for tonight tonight, I would have to cry myself to sleep. I woke up with a start the following day still feeling like the previous day.

I had slept for only two hours, the night had been used for crying and I might probably continue today. I took a warm shower, did a little makeup, and still couldn't hide my swollen face. I was red with pain. I ordered a ride and headed for my mom's place.

Maybe she would make me feel better. I called her again to let her know I was coming but there was still no answer so I left a message. I was too anxious to even order some food, I had a bad feeling that something had happened to her. I got to her door and swiped my key, then went inside,

"Mo..." I was about to call out for her when I saw some heavy boots on the rack in the foyer. I frowned and wondered who could be visiting Mom this early. As I walked further I could hear voices. "I just think we should put an end to this and take this secret to the grave with us." Mom was saying.

"If you don't tell her, trust me I won't either." The stranger replied. "It was fun while it lasted," Mom said again. "I wonder who you'll be giving all that sweet p*ssy to. I'm so jealous!" The stranger said. I went red with embarrassment, so Mom had been seeing someone.

Why didn't she tell me? Why is she keeping him a secret? I tiptoed to get closer to the bedroom door but as I got closer the voices got clearer, "You equally matched my freak. I wish we didn't have to break up."

"But I'm older than you! Don't you think this is wrong?" Mom protested.

"I've never mentioned this but I prefer my ladies older. They're the sweetest and you don't even look your age." I couldn't believe my ears, was it who I thought it was? It better not be. I peeped through the open creak of the door and you won't believe what I saw.