Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 178

felt like he was in over his head.

Darlene was all he'd heard, Imagined and more. He blew out a hard breath, hoping she'd talk about anything else.

"That sounded crude, I guess. Sorry, sometimes I let out thoughts that are better kept to myself. You think I'm a slut?"

She caught him off guard, again. "No." His stomach twisted. "I think you're honest and matter-of-fact." Special was the word that Evan almost said. "Nothing wrong with that."

"That's nice, thank you. Your mom raised you to be one of the nice people.

"Stepmom, you know she's my stepmother, right?"

"A stepmother is still your mother. She must be special."

Evan saw the sign for Sunny Haven. It was large, but unimpressive. He made a left into the trailer park, thinking about Darlene's words and how their conversation had made another drastic turn. It was weird how she used the word he had been thinking. What did she mean by special? "She is."

"Over there." Darlene pointed at a tan and white double-wide trailer. The wooden steps up to the door looked like they had collapsed and been thrown back together without nails.

He stopped the car. "Okay, thanks for the ride. See ya," Darlene said like a stranger he had picked up hitchhiking.

Evan felt rejected. "Hold on, wait up," he said and jumped out of the car

Darlene stopped at the foot of the precarious steps. "Don't you have something you need to do?"

Evan stepped closer, challenging. "Why the cold shoulder all of a sudden?" She told me her most bizarre sexual fantasy, he thought and added, "Not even a kiss goodbye?"

She glanced in the direction of the door, then looked down at the dirt. "Evan, I didn't lose a glass slipper, and you're not gonna take me back to the castle. You see how it is. Don't make it hard. It's not like I can invite you in or you're going to call me. It'll never work." She started turning away.

Now he was angry. "Wait." He yanked her towards him. "I told you I'm not like that." He pulled her mouth to his. Darlene responded with aggression. To Evan, it didn't feel like their second kiss; it was familiar and passionate. He squeezed her face between his hands and stared into her eyes, looking for a sign. "What is it about you?"

"It's my aura," Darlene said. "It makes guys want to fuck me." She pushed away. "As much as I'd like to get fucked right here on my porch, it can't work. Go back to your world."

Darlene was inside before Evan spoke, "No, it makes me want to love you." His words were only heard by the mud stained front door. He never thought having a lot of money could be a disadvantage.

Darlene stood with her back against the door until she heard Evan's car drive away. Like she could really let him love her, even if he wasn't her cousin by marriage. The boy had no clue what kind of girl she was. Darlene walked towards the woman on the couch and said, "I'm home." When there was no response, she added, "Did you notice was gone?" She'd notice if the assistance checks stopped coming, Darlene thought and continued down the narrow hallway into her room. The door shook the flimsy wall when she slammed it. "Fuck, how the fuck!"

Style was right, it wasn't Evan's fault. He didn't even know. Who was she really mad at, her mother or herself? Darlene wasn't even sure that Candy was her aunt. Although, with a body like hers, it wouldn't be hard to believe they were related. If she was Aunt Candy, why didn't she stay in touch, invite her over and act like her aunt? It had something to do with her husband, but what?

Darlene turned in a circle, searching her paneled room for something, anything that could make her feel better. Being bad was her medicine, and she needed a huge dose, a Boy George dose of bad medicine. The bed hit the wall when she threw herself on it. She pulled her journal out from under the pillow and sat Indian Style. There was a pair of shiny scissors inside the cover. The cool steel warmed quickly on her inner thigh. Could she cause enough pain to distract her from reality? The point stung.

When Evan drove away from the Sunny Haven trailer park, he was wondering what kind of psychological, mystery drama he had stumbled into.

That morning, Darlene's name wouldn't have

caused a twitch on his emotional meter. She was just some girl he used to know in school. Evan had forgotten about her red, enhanced looking lips, the body that was on par with his mother's,

and the redhead's high step, ass shaking walk. He had moved on to girls and women he could actually have sex with, and ones who he could talk to and fall in love with. He had released Darlene to Jason's fantasy world, where Jason probably had threesomes with her and Becky. How quickly things changed in Evan's life.