Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth

... said, "You played, like, every single day for a while." "I used to do a lot of things." I said, "I just get bored, I guess." "You were getting good." she said. "Always getting good, never actually good." I joked lightly. "You could play a whole bunch of songs..." she continued absently. A memory twitched to the front of my mind from nowhere. I'd been into guitar when I was maybe 12 or 13. I had learned a lot of songs, but at some point Jessica had decided that she didn't like the sound of guitar. She'd scream at me when I tried to play, or sing over me in an off-key wail just to annoy me. It was when she started barging into my room to demand I stop, because she could apparently hear it from downstairs, that I gave up trying. I sighed, trying to suppress the long forgotten annoyance. My life was filled with things like that, a thousand little ways that Jessica would make my life just that tiny bit darker. But to be fair to her, I was never going to be a rock star. Before guitar it was skateboarding, and afterwards I think it was the telescope and long nights trying to make out stars through the light pollution. I had a habit of getting really interested in something for a few months before dropping it. It was like I would find a point where I was decent, good enough to play a few songs perfectly or cook a few perfect meals, then just stop. The mid-point between being a complete novice and being an expert. The problem was that it wasn't hard to get good, but it took years ...

... of dedication to be amazing. And there was just always something more interesting to explore. I still had that habit. Even the camera I'd gotten as a gift for Christmas was because I'd had a few conversations with my aunt about photography, which I'd been interested in up until just before last Summer. "Fuuuck!" Rose shouted suddenly, "Talking about that steak made me hungry! How long do you think she's going to be?" "Hopefully not too long." I said, realising that we'd only eaten a few snacks since breakfast. It wasn't too long, and soon we were at the table with an aproned Jessica serving us our meal. The talking stopped abruptly as three hungry teenagers tore into their food. "Meat's a little dry." said Rose off-handedly a few minutes in. Jessica glanced at me, worried, as if she cared more about what I thought. Itwas a little dry, but I was trying to be polite. I just smiled at her and kept eating. "You cook it next time, then." Jessica told Rose. "I will." Rose answered "And it'll be awesome. And then Steven can make his perfect steaks, right?" "Perfect steaks?" asked Jessica, picking up the exaggerated tone. I just rolled my eyes at them. "I'm not sure you could handle my steaks." I said, "It would ruin all other meat for you." They laughed, and kept eating. Dinner was over quickly, and no sooner had Rose laid down her knife and fork than she jumped up and announced she was leaving. "Got to go, losers." she said jokingly, walking into the hall. "You're just running out ...