A Family of Conviction Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Damon POV
I head out to the backyard, shutting the sliding door and thanking God that picture time is finally over. I would have lost my mind if I had to pose one more time. Mom made today picture day for the entire Cullen family, and I mean the whole fucking family. Two hours of posing and trying not hit the damn photographer; if he touched me one more time, I was going to deck him.
I look over at Lucian and Mike on the court shooting hoops with no shirts on, no doubt trying to get their girls hot and bothered. Mom wanted their girlfriends part of the pictures, too. God, she would adopt an entire fucking orphanage if she could.
Rolling my eyes, I walk over to the cooler where Dad and my uncles left the beer just chilling next to the grill they walked away from. I look around, being sly. I pick one up and I’m just about to pop the top when it’s taken from my hand.
“What the...” I look up to see my grandma smirking at me.
She raised her brow, daring me to finish that thought.
“I was just grabbing one for Dad.” I shrug, giving her my award-winning smile.
Grandma Esme snickers in my face. “Please, child.” She sets the beer back in the cooler and takes my arm, dragging me away from the temptation and to the table where the adults are sitting.
“You won’t believe what he was trying to do.” She sits down next to Mom as I stand there with my hands in my pockets.
Mom looks at me and smiles. Just a second ago, she was so carefree. “Oh, I can guess.”
My face heats up at being caught, but can they really blame me? I’ve been on my best behavior since my sisters arrived. I haven’t even gotten laid, gone to a party, fucking nothing, in almost two weeks. I need to do something before I combust.
“Sorry, Mom,” I said instead, though I’m sure she heard the disdain in my voice.
Her brown eyes asses me. “You know, you can go out, you can do things. I would just like you to tell me what you’re doing and where you’re going. It’s a parent thing, wanting to make sure your child is safe and knowing where they are.”
I stared at her, wondering if she’s bullshitting me, because Josh is having a big-ass party at his parents' empty estate. It’s supposed to be the biggest party in the area. I straighten up, making myself tall, and ask, “Can I go to a party tonight?”
Her eyes narrow. “Where is it?”
“Josh Hammond's house.”
“What time are you going, and when will you be home?”
“I wanted to go at about nine, and it’ll be over close to two or three.”
“How are you getting there and back?”
At this point, I feel everyone’s eyes on me as the inquisition takes place. “Mike and Katie.”
Her lips press into a thin line. “Mike is going?”
Dad leans over to her and begins to massage her neck. “Yeah, he asked me a few days ago. I said yes, but I forgot until now. Sorry, love.”
Mom sighs, still looking at me. “Yes, you can go. See? Was it so hard to ask us permission?”
I roll my eyes. “I wish it was a yes or no kind of thing, but no, it wasn’t that bad.”
Everyone laughs at my statement, but it’s the truth. I don’t understand the third degree; she would never do this with Mike or Lucian.
“For the record, I did this exact thing with Mike asked to go.” Dad stared at me hard, as if he could hear my thoughts. It would be fucked up if he could hear what I was thinking. Maybe I should think of weird porn scenes.
“Thanks for letting me go.”
Mom nods. “I want you all to have these teen experiences, you know.” Her voice is sincere, and her eyes look sad for a moment. It hits me that when Mom was my age, she wasn’t out partying; she was taking care of Lucian and about to be knocked up with me.
I nod, walking away. I don’t want to have this conversation anymore. I find myself wandering over to my sisters, who are taking selfies. They’ve been taking pictures of everything and anything since they got here. I’m sad they’re going home in a few days.
Behind them are Katie and Sam, both staring at my brothers. I can’t help but flop down next to them. “Ladies.”
They laugh and roll their eyes.
“Damon, do you own a shirt? I swear to God, I never see you in one,” Sam says as she keeps her focus on Lucian.
I laugh. “It's hot, and I like to keep up my tan.”
She rolls her eyes but never takes them off my brother.
“I’m riding with you and Mike to the party tonight,” I inform Katie. I fold my hands behind my head, relaxing in the sun as I hear my siblings laughing in the background.
I finish buttoning the black shirt I’m wearing over a white tee, straightening it all out over my lucky black jeans. All that’s left is a quick hand through the hair and I’m ready. I’m looking forward to going out and just letting off steam in the form of sex and alcohol.
I make my way out of my room, passing where my little sisters are staying while they’re here. I hear the words, “You shouldn’t be sending that!”
Unable to help myself, I open their door and see something that I will never be able to unsee.
“Sarah, what the fuck!” I snatch the phone from her hand at the same time that I close my eyes, wishing that I hadn’t seen her naked picture.
Her eyes bulge and she screams for her phone back, which causes Lucian, Mike, Sam, and Katie to appear in the door frame.
“What the hell is going on?” Lucian looks between the three of us.
Sarah’s eyes begin to water as she looks at me, clawing at my arm while I hold the phone above my head.
“Sarah is taking naked pictures of herself, and from what I heard she was about to send them to someone.” Panic and disgust are clear in my voice.
Sarah begins to sob. “Please don’t tell your mom and dad, they’ll never let me come back.”
Lucian takes Sarah into his arms as I lower the phone, but I refuse to look at it, afraid that more of the image will be burned into my head. The last thing her brother wants to have going on in his brain is that. I need to see what’s been texted back and forth, but I know I can't do it without being further scarred. I look over at Sam and Katie. “You guys check this and delete the pictures, please.” As I shove the phone into their unsuspecting hands, their eyes widen in surprise.
“I don’t want to see her naked!” Sam scoffs, trying to hand the phone back to me.
Shaking my head violently, I say, “You’re a girl, you can look at another girl naked. It's okay.”
Mike laughs as Kate rolls her eyes. “You know that’s not how it works, right?”
Katie looks at Mike to back her up, but I speak first. “Look, we’re her big brothers; we don’t want to see naked pictures of our eleven-year-old sister. Please, could you just...” I wave my hand in the general direction of the phone.
Sam eyes me, I swear I see something in her expression before she sighs and starts working on the phone. Katie watches over her shoulder while Sarah pulls away from Lucian and sits on her bed.
“Well?” Lucian walks toward Sam.
Tears streak down Sarah’s face, but her eyes are blank. I know we need to tell Mom. She is, and will always be, the best person to address this.
“It looks like a guy around seventeen, someone she must have met at the water park. He’s pretty much saying she needs to start showing him how much she likes him, or he’s going to take his attention somewhere else.”
My eyes bulge as Mike curses and Lucian just snatches the phone and looks at Sarah. “Some pervert pressuring you like this isn’t okay.”
Before she can respond, my mother speaks from the doorway. “What?”
Her voice is hard as she takes the phone from Lucian, looking at each of us. I see Dad in the hallway with my sleeping brother in his arms and the same hard look on his face. Of course, we all freeze at the sound of her voice and the look on her face. Her eyes flicker to the phone and her thumb starts to punch the screen.
“I’m sorry, please don’t hate me. Please let me come back.” Sarah lunges toward Mom, hugging her fiercely. Mom wraps her arms around her, shushing her.
“Oh, sweet girl, I’m not mad. I am, however, disappointed.” She turns to us as Sarah buries her face into her chest. “Out, of all you. Sarah and I are going to have a conversation.”
We follow Dad out and the door closes behind us.
“Julie, will you help me put Wyatt down?” Edward puts his hand out for her to take. She glances at the door one last time before taking his hand.
“You guys have other things to do, don’t you?” He raises a brow.
I hold both hands up in front of me. “I don’t need to be told twice; let’s go.”
It takes us about half an hour before we arrive at the party, which is in full swing. I throw open the car door, needing to get out and just let go. I know it's only been two weeks, but to me, it feels like a lifetime of being locked up.
Cups are being passed around and I quickly grab one, scanning the room to see what my options are. There are plenty of them, too, but one in particular is a dark haired girl tucked in the corner sipping from a red cup. I swallow half of my own drink before walking closer to her. She nibbles on her thumb as she looks around the room. Her body language says she’s new to this kind of scene. I can’t approach her immediately without scaring her off, so I decide to hit the dance floor. Hopefully, she’ll notice me first.
Feeling the beat, I sway on the dance floor and find some random chick to dance with. I’m a lot of things, but I won't ever force myself on someone that doesn’t want me. I place one hand on the girl’s hip as I hold my drink with the other hand. I press my hips against hers and we start a slow grind, moving to the beat coming from the radio. After a few minutes, she turns around. I press one leg between hers and her gaze flickers to mine. Her lips part, indicating what I already know based on the heat coming off her body. I smirk, griping her hip as we grind to the beat of the music. I know this girl would be easy for me to get, but what I need is the girl hovering in the corner. And now she's watching me with interest. I lean down, kissing my dance partner’s cheek before walking toward who I really want. Her dark hair is brushed over one shoulder, one arm wrapped around her midsection. She’s showing just a sliver of tanned skin.
I swallow the last of my drink, setting the empty cup down on a nearby surface. I’m not able to take my eyes off her, and she remains focused on me, too. I can’t help but smirk at the lust slowly filling her gaze. Putting my hands in my pockets and leaning against the wall next to her, I say, “Hey, what’s a hot woman like you doing chilling in the corner alone?”
Her cheeks flush and her eyes drop to the ground. “This isn’t my scene; my cousin wanted to come, but she didn’t want to come alone, so.” She shrugs, finally looking back at me.
I notice she’s a good foot shorter than me, meaning she has to look up at me. It makes certain parts of my body twitch to think how perfect she would look on top of me. Some of her hair falls in front of her face, so I brush it behind her ear. I swear I hear her breath catch, causing me to smirk more.
“Would you dance with me, beautiful?” I take her hand in mine and can't help gently pulling her closer to me.
She nods, allowing me to take her to the dance floor. She presses her back against my chest as we find our rhythm with the music. It doesn’t take long for her to loosen up, turning and wrapping her arms around my neck.
I lean down, pressing my lips close to her ear. “My name is Damon.”
She turns her face, returning the favor of her lips next to my ear. “Trisha.”
I straighten up with a smile. Her skin is flushed and she grinds against me with a purpose. “Do you want to go somewhere with more privacy?” I ask, my voice colored with need.
She nods. I quickly take her hand, leading her through the crowd and outside with my arm around her shoulders.
“Tell me about yourself?” I ask her as I find a quiet place far from the house. We’re going to need some privacy if this goes where I think it's about to go.
We sit on a short wall and I pull her onto my lap, not wanting much space between us.
She giggles before replying, “Um, I’m nineteen. I go to UDub.”
I nod in approval. “Nice. What’s your major?”
Her face lights up. “I want to be a special education teacher.”
My own smile matches hers. “That’s pretty cool.”
She ducks her head, hiding behind her hair. “Yeah.”
I lift her chin so she’ll look at me. I watch her gaze as it bounces between my lips and my eyes. I lean in and kiss her gently. Pulling back, I look into her eyes. Does she want this too?
“What about you?” she quickly asks before I can kiss her again.
I smirk and throw out a quick lie. “I’m eighteen. I’ll be attending Seattle Pacific in the fall on a football scholarship. I still have no idea what I’ll major in.”
I lean in again, just a few centimeters away from her lips.
“I’ve never been this kind of girl,” she whispers against my mouth.
I lean away just a bit, allowing her the space to not feel pressured. “We don’t have to do anything.”
She dives for my lips and grinds against me. “No, I want to do this.”
This ended up being a fucking great night.
Trisha
Damon POV
I head out to the backyard, shutting the sliding door and thanking God that picture time is finally over. I would have lost my mind if I had to pose one more time. Mom made today picture day for the entire Cullen family, and I mean the whole fucking family. Two hours of posing and trying not hit the damn photographer; if he touched me one more time, I was going to deck him.
I look over at Lucian and Mike on the court shooting hoops with no shirts on, no doubt trying to get their girls hot and bothered. Mom wanted their girlfriends part of the pictures, too. God, she would adopt an entire fucking orphanage if she could.
Rolling my eyes, I walk over to the cooler where Dad and my uncles left the beer just chilling next to the grill they walked away from. I look around, being sly. I pick one up and I’m just about to pop the top when it’s taken from my hand.
“What the...” I look up to see my grandma smirking at me.
She raised her brow, daring me to finish that thought.
“I was just grabbing one for Dad.” I shrug, giving her my award-winning smile.
Grandma Esme snickers in my face. “Please, child.” She sets the beer back in the cooler and takes my arm, dragging me away from the temptation and to the table where the adults are sitting.
“You won’t believe what he was trying to do.” She sits down next to Mom as I stand there with my hands in my pockets.
Mom looks at me and smiles. Just a second ago, she was so carefree. “Oh, I can guess.”
My face heats up at being caught, but can they really blame me? I’ve been on my best behavior since my sisters arrived. I haven’t even gotten laid, gone to a party, fucking nothing, in almost two weeks. I need to do something before I combust.
“Sorry, Mom,” I said instead, though I’m sure she heard the disdain in my voice.
Her brown eyes asses me. “You know, you can go out, you can do things. I would just like you to tell me what you’re doing and where you’re going. It’s a parent thing, wanting to make sure your child is safe and knowing where they are.”
I stared at her, wondering if she’s bullshitting me, because Josh is having a big-ass party at his parents' empty estate. It’s supposed to be the biggest party in the area. I straighten up, making myself tall, and ask, “Can I go to a party tonight?”
Her eyes narrow. “Where is it?”
“Josh Hammond's house.”
“What time are you going, and when will you be home?”
“I wanted to go at about nine, and it’ll be over close to two or three.”
“How are you getting there and back?”
At this point, I feel everyone’s eyes on me as the inquisition takes place. “Mike and Katie.”
Her lips press into a thin line. “Mike is going?”
Dad leans over to her and begins to massage her neck. “Yeah, he asked me a few days ago. I said yes, but I forgot until now. Sorry, love.”
Mom sighs, still looking at me. “Yes, you can go. See? Was it so hard to ask us permission?”
I roll my eyes. “I wish it was a yes or no kind of thing, but no, it wasn’t that bad.”
Everyone laughs at my statement, but it’s the truth. I don’t understand the third degree; she would never do this with Mike or Lucian.
“For the record, I did this exact thing with Mike asked to go.” Dad stared at me hard, as if he could hear my thoughts. It would be fucked up if he could hear what I was thinking. Maybe I should think of weird porn scenes.
“Thanks for letting me go.”
Mom nods. “I want you all to have these teen experiences, you know.” Her voice is sincere, and her eyes look sad for a moment. It hits me that when Mom was my age, she wasn’t out partying; she was taking care of Lucian and about to be knocked up with me.
I nod, walking away. I don’t want to have this conversation anymore. I find myself wandering over to my sisters, who are taking selfies. They’ve been taking pictures of everything and anything since they got here. I’m sad they’re going home in a few days.
Behind them are Katie and Sam, both staring at my brothers. I can’t help but flop down next to them. “Ladies.”
They laugh and roll their eyes.
“Damon, do you own a shirt? I swear to God, I never see you in one,” Sam says as she keeps her focus on Lucian.
I laugh. “It's hot, and I like to keep up my tan.”
She rolls her eyes but never takes them off my brother.
“I’m riding with you and Mike to the party tonight,” I inform Katie. I fold my hands behind my head, relaxing in the sun as I hear my siblings laughing in the background.
*AFOC*
I finish buttoning the black shirt I’m wearing over a white tee, straightening it all out over my lucky black jeans. All that’s left is a quick hand through the hair and I’m ready. I’m looking forward to going out and just letting off steam in the form of sex and alcohol.
I make my way out of my room, passing where my little sisters are staying while they’re here. I hear the words, “You shouldn’t be sending that!”
Unable to help myself, I open their door and see something that I will never be able to unsee.
“Sarah, what the fuck!” I snatch the phone from her hand at the same time that I close my eyes, wishing that I hadn’t seen her naked picture.
Her eyes bulge and she screams for her phone back, which causes Lucian, Mike, Sam, and Katie to appear in the door frame.
“What the hell is going on?” Lucian looks between the three of us.
Sarah’s eyes begin to water as she looks at me, clawing at my arm while I hold the phone above my head.
“Sarah is taking naked pictures of herself, and from what I heard she was about to send them to someone.” Panic and disgust are clear in my voice.
Sarah begins to sob. “Please don’t tell your mom and dad, they’ll never let me come back.”
Lucian takes Sarah into his arms as I lower the phone, but I refuse to look at it, afraid that more of the image will be burned into my head. The last thing her brother wants to have going on in his brain is that. I need to see what’s been texted back and forth, but I know I can't do it without being further scarred. I look over at Sam and Katie. “You guys check this and delete the pictures, please.” As I shove the phone into their unsuspecting hands, their eyes widen in surprise.
“I don’t want to see her naked!” Sam scoffs, trying to hand the phone back to me.
Shaking my head violently, I say, “You’re a girl, you can look at another girl naked. It's okay.”
Mike laughs as Kate rolls her eyes. “You know that’s not how it works, right?”
Katie looks at Mike to back her up, but I speak first. “Look, we’re her big brothers; we don’t want to see naked pictures of our eleven-year-old sister. Please, could you just...” I wave my hand in the general direction of the phone.
Sam eyes me, I swear I see something in her expression before she sighs and starts working on the phone. Katie watches over her shoulder while Sarah pulls away from Lucian and sits on her bed.
“Well?” Lucian walks toward Sam.
Tears streak down Sarah’s face, but her eyes are blank. I know we need to tell Mom. She is, and will always be, the best person to address this.
“It looks like a guy around seventeen, someone she must have met at the water park. He’s pretty much saying she needs to start showing him how much she likes him, or he’s going to take his attention somewhere else.”
My eyes bulge as Mike curses and Lucian just snatches the phone and looks at Sarah. “Some pervert pressuring you like this isn’t okay.”
Before she can respond, my mother speaks from the doorway. “What?”
Her voice is hard as she takes the phone from Lucian, looking at each of us. I see Dad in the hallway with my sleeping brother in his arms and the same hard look on his face. Of course, we all freeze at the sound of her voice and the look on her face. Her eyes flicker to the phone and her thumb starts to punch the screen.
“I’m sorry, please don’t hate me. Please let me come back.” Sarah lunges toward Mom, hugging her fiercely. Mom wraps her arms around her, shushing her.
“Oh, sweet girl, I’m not mad. I am, however, disappointed.” She turns to us as Sarah buries her face into her chest. “Out, of all you. Sarah and I are going to have a conversation.”
We follow Dad out and the door closes behind us.
“Julie, will you help me put Wyatt down?” Edward puts his hand out for her to take. She glances at the door one last time before taking his hand.
“You guys have other things to do, don’t you?” He raises a brow.
I hold both hands up in front of me. “I don’t need to be told twice; let’s go.”
It takes us about half an hour before we arrive at the party, which is in full swing. I throw open the car door, needing to get out and just let go. I know it's only been two weeks, but to me, it feels like a lifetime of being locked up.
Cups are being passed around and I quickly grab one, scanning the room to see what my options are. There are plenty of them, too, but one in particular is a dark haired girl tucked in the corner sipping from a red cup. I swallow half of my own drink before walking closer to her. She nibbles on her thumb as she looks around the room. Her body language says she’s new to this kind of scene. I can’t approach her immediately without scaring her off, so I decide to hit the dance floor. Hopefully, she’ll notice me first.
Feeling the beat, I sway on the dance floor and find some random chick to dance with. I’m a lot of things, but I won't ever force myself on someone that doesn’t want me. I place one hand on the girl’s hip as I hold my drink with the other hand. I press my hips against hers and we start a slow grind, moving to the beat coming from the radio. After a few minutes, she turns around. I press one leg between hers and her gaze flickers to mine. Her lips part, indicating what I already know based on the heat coming off her body. I smirk, griping her hip as we grind to the beat of the music. I know this girl would be easy for me to get, but what I need is the girl hovering in the corner. And now she's watching me with interest. I lean down, kissing my dance partner’s cheek before walking toward who I really want. Her dark hair is brushed over one shoulder, one arm wrapped around her midsection. She’s showing just a sliver of tanned skin.
I swallow the last of my drink, setting the empty cup down on a nearby surface. I’m not able to take my eyes off her, and she remains focused on me, too. I can’t help but smirk at the lust slowly filling her gaze. Putting my hands in my pockets and leaning against the wall next to her, I say, “Hey, what’s a hot woman like you doing chilling in the corner alone?”
Her cheeks flush and her eyes drop to the ground. “This isn’t my scene; my cousin wanted to come, but she didn’t want to come alone, so.” She shrugs, finally looking back at me.
I notice she’s a good foot shorter than me, meaning she has to look up at me. It makes certain parts of my body twitch to think how perfect she would look on top of me. Some of her hair falls in front of her face, so I brush it behind her ear. I swear I hear her breath catch, causing me to smirk more.
“Would you dance with me, beautiful?” I take her hand in mine and can't help gently pulling her closer to me.
She nods, allowing me to take her to the dance floor. She presses her back against my chest as we find our rhythm with the music. It doesn’t take long for her to loosen up, turning and wrapping her arms around my neck.
I lean down, pressing my lips close to her ear. “My name is Damon.”
She turns her face, returning the favor of her lips next to my ear. “Trisha.”
I straighten up with a smile. Her skin is flushed and she grinds against me with a purpose. “Do you want to go somewhere with more privacy?” I ask, my voice colored with need.
She nods. I quickly take her hand, leading her through the crowd and outside with my arm around her shoulders.
“Tell me about yourself?” I ask her as I find a quiet place far from the house. We’re going to need some privacy if this goes where I think it's about to go.
We sit on a short wall and I pull her onto my lap, not wanting much space between us.
She giggles before replying, “Um, I’m nineteen. I go to UDub.”
I nod in approval. “Nice. What’s your major?”
Her face lights up. “I want to be a special education teacher.”
My own smile matches hers. “That’s pretty cool.”
She ducks her head, hiding behind her hair. “Yeah.”
I lift her chin so she’ll look at me. I watch her gaze as it bounces between my lips and my eyes. I lean in and kiss her gently. Pulling back, I look into her eyes. Does she want this too?
“What about you?” she quickly asks before I can kiss her again.
I smirk and throw out a quick lie. “I’m eighteen. I’ll be attending Seattle Pacific in the fall on a football scholarship. I still have no idea what I’ll major in.”
I lean in again, just a few centimeters away from her lips.
“I’ve never been this kind of girl,” she whispers against my mouth.
I lean away just a bit, allowing her the space to not feel pressured. “We don’t have to do anything.”
She dives for my lips and grinds against me. “No, I want to do this.”
This ended up being a fucking great night.
Trisha
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