Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2 - Sex Stories

Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2

... now, but I’ll be gone as soon as I’m able. Don’t act so surprised. How many times do you think you can wreck my life? Aren’t parents supposed to nurture their children and not destroy them? I think you learned a bit too much from Grandpa.” I closed my mouth and kept it closed in spite of everything my mother tried. I refused to speak with her…period! Dad picked us up in Indianapolis. He hugged and kissed Mom and then turned to me. I turned and walked away. “He’s in a snit,” Mom told him. “He thinks he’s in love with a black girl.” I turned back and glared at her in anger. “I’m sorry, Ty. That was insensitive. I apologize; she really is a very nice young woman.” Later at home my dad took me aside. “What’s up, Ty? This isn’t like you.” “Let’s just say I’m tired of playing your games. I didn’t want to leave here, but you and Mom worked up some Machiavellian plan where I was forced to play an unwitting role. I was almost killed, not once, although this was the worst, but two other times. Almost any other kid would be dead. So I was forced to leave and live with total strangers, one of whom absolutely hated me and tried to make my life miserable. “I made new friends and went to a new school where I was liked and respected. Even better, I met a girl who I couldn’t possibly love more. Now I’m forced to come back here and leave her. I’m just supposed to forget—and why? Because you just look at me like I’m a pawn in your chess game. Remember the last time you played chess with ...

... me, Dad?” “How could I forget? You cleaned my clock.” “Right—I proved then as I did with Grandpa that messing with me can be dangerous. I’d never do anything to hurt you, but I’m not going along with anything you do, either. Just leave me alone.” I opened the door and walked outside. I wanted and needed to be alone. I walked outside with only my dog Fred as a companion for more than an hour. Mom’s car and my bike were delivered about a week later. I was already back in school. Some of the kids laughed when they saw my head—half of it was shaved by the surgeon when he sewed it back together. I bought a new truck Saturday using some of my inheritance then bought the cell phone I had promised Cinda and had it sent directly from their Morgan City office to her home. I placed my first call to her the following Wednesday. We talked for an hour. Mom and Dad had the good sense to leave me alone. We spoke every day even though it was difficult once basketball season began. I had been a starter at guard as a freshman and sophomore so big things were expected of me this year. I drove into town one Friday afternoon when we had a night game to see an attorney. We spoke for almost an hour. He was reluctant to help me at first, but when I described how my parents had almost gotten me killed he did agree. I withdrew money from my account to pay his preliminary fees. I had a big bank account with more than a hundred thousand dollars. I had set it up so all the interest and dividends from my ...