Rachel, a lesbian born from a family of die hard Christians and Elle a die hard Christian herself struggle to make their family accept their love. Elle struggling with religious guilt, struggles to accept who she is fully and Rachel struggles to accept Elle's beliefs and accept God back into her life
ELLE'S POV
Oh
won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?
And
when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor?
I
don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior
I smiled as I caught myself humming to
'Gigi Perez', the song always felt like home and I could always relate to it.
It always felt like Gigi meant to write the song just for me. I wasn't ready to
come out yet and never really believed in labels, but when she kisses me that
whole belief somehow disappears. I would always find myself wanting to kiss her
in front of a crowd, so everyone would know she was mine and those desperate
guys would back off, but like a coward I always end up introducing her as just
a friend. 'But friends don't look at each
other like that Elle, friends don't do that Elle' I know that and you
should to, I mean...you're me. I wanted her to know everything about me, to love
everything about me, to accept everything about me and in a way, she did. She
was patient enough not to out me or announce our relationship. 'Well, it's not really a relationship, more
like two friends fucking' again my stupid mind was right. I guess the only
part I couldn't relate to was not believing in God, because I do believe. He's
been so good to me and no matter what some stuck up 'Christians' say, God
doesn't hate gay people that sometimes make me laugh. But sometimes I do fear
that I might actually be sinning but then I also have a lot of questions. She
didn't believe in God though, never really believed in anything, she
just...lived. A smile crept on my lips as she walked in, she smiled back waving
childishly as she came towards my table.
RACHEL'S
POV
I saw
her in the rightest way
Looking
like Anne Hathaway
Laughing
when she hit her pen
And
coughed, and coughed
And
then she came up to my knees begging,
'Baby,
would you please do the things you said you'd do to me, to me?
Elle's favorite song, I never understood
why she liked it, it felt depressing. Maybe because deep down I related to it,
maybe because it just wasn't my taste, who knows? I loved Elle, but she wasn't
ready and I wasn't ready to wait on a confused straight girl. I had to end
this, each time I tried in the past, I couldn't bring myself to do it, 'coward' I called myself as I had this
mental battle, fun fact, I lost. I stopped the music as I turned off the car. I
still had time to cancel, I could go back right now and maybe move away, maybe
Australia, 'coward' I just couldn't
take a break. I went in and here she was, cute smile and all, I smiled back and
waved, 'dumb move, a wave? Seriously?' I
walked towards her hoping that this little "date" would go well.
ELLE'S POV
Rachel seemed uneasy, I watched as she took
a sip of the now cold coffee, she didn't even flinch and she hated cold coffee.
"Order anything, I'm paying" she said her
eyes betraying her
"Are you okay?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"
She played with her ring, she only did that
when she had a lot on her mind
"Are you okay?" I asked again
She looked at me her eyes surrendering, she
reached for my hand and took it, letting out a sigh she finally said "I think
it's time we end this"
My heart sank, I could feel the room spin,
I didn't understand, we seemed fine. I let go of her hand and looked her in the
eyes, swallowing the stone like spit that choked me "I don't understand"
She reached for my hand again, this time I
pulled away. She shut her eyes as if taking in the energy of the room
"Look Elle, I love you, you know I do.
But..."
"If you truly loved me you wouldn't end this,
you wouldn't end us"
"Elle you have to understand, this
relationship is draining, and it's suffocating. We can't tell anyone we're together,
we can't do anything together. Heck, we can't even hold hands because every
sound, every person, every car scares you. You keep hiding us when you don't
have to"
"You know how my family is, with their
religion and all, I thought you understood"
"I do, I mean I tried to, but I don't even
see you that often and when we're together, we still have to pretend. You told
my friends that I was your cousin and made me promise not to tell them our relationship"
"I couldn't take any chances"
"That's a lame excuse and you know it, the
friends you met were part of the community and allies, even the Christian ones.
If you aren't ready to tell your parents about us now, you'd never be ready and
then I would have to watch you get married to a man you don't love and be
miserable forever"
"I need to wait for the right time"
"That's the problem, there is no right time
and I'm sorry if I can't wait any longer. I promise not to out you to anyone
though. Just do that yourself, when you're ready maybe then you'd find the
right person to be bold for"
"Rachel you're being mean, I love you but
we're governed by certain rules and..."
"Rules? Why do we need rules just to love?
Is it that wrong to love someone to the fullest?"
I stared at her, she had always been
understanding, I didn't know what to say, I felt pathetic, a coward, I wanted
to hold her back but I was too scared to touch her, I didn't want to betray my
family.
"One last time Elle, would you tell your
parents about us?"
"I'm sorry" I choked, that's all I could
say. I was scared of letting her go but I didn't want my parents to let me go
either
"Do you love me?"
She asked her eyes begging me to choose
her, I could tell this was her last try before she gave up, but I couldn't
bring myself to say anything
"Do you know the worst thing? She choked....
It's dedicating your love and dreams to someone with extreme religious guilt.
It's scary because she says everything is fine while secretly praying the gay
away knowing damn well He wouldn't answer. If you're so sure your God doesn't
make mistakes, then how is this a mistake?"
I watched as she walked out, warm tears
finally spilling as the door closed behind her.
RACHEL'S POV
"If you're so sure that your God doesn't
make a mistake, the how is this a mistake?" I asked. I watched as she stared at
me, distant, as if realizing her guilt pledging her allegiance to her religion,
a religion that betrays her being. I nodded, coming to my own realization, she
was gone.
I turned back, walking out my heart aching
and begging her to call me back, to fight for our love, to choose me, but deep
down I knew I couldn't compete with her religion, her God. I sighed 'you lost
again' my awfully accurate mind reminded me.
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For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
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