Next Chapter
Previous Chapter
Tears in Heaven Mainpage
Back Home
Angela felt Taylor's hand slide up the back of her shirt as she lay back on the basement couch. "Oh Tay."
Taylor began to kiss Angela. Taylor's tounge found it's way into Angela's waiting mouth. She ran her hands through his hair and made him shiver.
"Angela Kristine Hill!" came a shriek. Angela's eyes popped wide open and Taylor rolled off her quickly. Angela looked up to see her mother standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips and a frown on her face.
"Hi mom." Angela greeted her mother sheepishly.
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" her mom asked.
"Just making out. You don't have to get so mad."
"Taylor, you may leave now." Tara Hill told her daugter's long-time boyfriend, pointing at the door.
"Yes Ma'am." he said, walking out the basement door and heading for home.
"Angela, I'm very disappointed in you." Tara spat the words out like a bad taste in her mouth.
"What did I do that was so wrong?" Angela asked, tears forming in her eyes.
"You know damn well what you were doing!"
"How 'bout lettin' me in on it then!" Angela yelled.
"Why couldn't you have told me that you and Taylor were sleeping together?" Mrs. Hill asked, now sounding more hurt than mad.
"Sleeping with him? I've never slept with him!" Angela yelled.
"Well it sure looked like that was where it was heading." Tara said.
"Well it wasn't."
"Angela, I don't think I can trust you and Taylor alone anymore." Tara said, forcefully.
"God mom! You're jumping to conclusions! You have no evidence that I have ever slept with Taylor. Yes, I love him, but I'm only 15. You're making me sound like a slut!"
Tara sighed. "Honey, I'm sorry. I've had a long day and walking in on you and Taylor doing some major making out in the basement didn't help."
Angela scowed at her mother. "Gee mom, you accuse me of sleeping with Taylor, run him out, and then try to blame it all on your work. Man that's lame."
"Angela, give me some credit here! At least I'm attempting to apologize." Tara said, massaging her throbbing temple.
Angela gave her mother an evil look and marched up the stairs.
Geena was in the kitchen. "Screw mom!" she said, going into her room and slamming the door.
She jumped on her bed and dialed Taylor's number.
"Hello?"
"Hi Diana. Is Taylor there?" she said in the most cheerful voice she could muster."
"Sure honey, just a sec."Diana said, setting the phone down."
"Hello?" Taylor said.
"Hey Tay." Angela said. "Look, I'm sorry about my mom. She thought we were sleeping together."
"I figured she thought that." Taylor said.
"Sorry."
"It's okay. It wasn't your fault." Taylor said.
"She's not mad at you, she's mad at me."
"Then why'd she ask me to leave?"
"Because she didn't want to embarass you." Angela said.
"Oh."
"Well I gotta go. I have homework."
"Okay bye Angie."
"I love you."
"Love you too."
"Bye."
"Bye."
(More to come soon!)
