Don't Let Go
A House is Not a Home
I woke up around 11:30 and got some frosted flakes, my favorite cereal, and went back in my room and watched TV. I was on my laptop for awhile after that writing in my new diary.
Dear Diary,
My new house is great I can’t believe that Erica would ever let me stay here with her and her family. Ever since Eric cheated on me everything has been okay. I still can’t stop thinking about him even though I was the one who broke up with him. I give up on guys, if I meet someone I’m not going to fall head over heels for this guy. Unless hes my soul mate.
I’ve decided that I’m going to write in it every day I’m living here. It was around 5 and I wanted to make a nice dinner for everyone once they got home. I was going with steak and mashed potatoes, my favorite food.
I deserved it and it would be a better way for the Kane’s to get to know me better. I went downstairs plugged my IPod in and rocked out to Taylor Swift. I put the steak on the grill and started making the potatoes. Once dinner was done I took a shower and was about to put my clothes on when the timer went off. I ran downstairs in a towel with my hair still soaking wet.
I put the mashed potatoes in a presentable bowl with only one hand. The other hand was trying to keep my towel from falling. I put the potatoes in the oven with the steak to keep them warm. I couldn’t close the oven so I used my hips and pushed it closed.
“Do you always make dinner in a towel?”
“Excuse me?”
“I said do you always make dinner…in a towel.”
I turned around and it was Pat. I started to blush, I was a year younger than him but it was still a little weird to be in a towel in someone’s kitchen making dinner.
“Sometimes…but not usually,” I began, “Why do you always come and interrupt people while their making dinner?”
“Ah, you must be Bridget.”
“Yeah, and you must be Pat, I met you yesterday we watched Mystery, Alaska.”
“Yeah, I know you’re the girl who is a big hockey fan, has the same favorite movie I do, what else?”
“How do you know I’m a hockey fan?”
“I’m going to have to say the big Kane jersey in your room, and also the necklace on your bed.”
“When did you go in my room?”
“Last night, after you fell asleep I took you and Erica upstairs in your rooms.”
I got butterflies I’d never thought that someone’s big brother would take me and his sister upstairs to sleep in our own rooms.
“Alright, let me go change and I’ll be back down. I didn’t even know you were home.”
“Yeah, I hang out downstairs playing NHL 10.”
I changed, and came back down as I said I would and he was still sitting there. I noticed his crystal blue eyes beaming on the sunlight behind him, and thought damn, why is he so cute. I walked in and sat down on a chair next to him in the living room.
“Okay Bridget, let’s play a game.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re bored, I’m bored, let’s play a game.”
“Okay what game?”
“It’s called…um well it doesn’t have a name, but the point is to make your opponent drink more then you by asking questions they wouldn’t want to answer.”
“Oh, okay I get it, but we can’t drink?”
“Um, no one else is home. Who would know and who would tell.” He started pulling out the shot glasses and a big bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Okay then fine, you start.”
“Alrighty then if you want to take the chance, um, who was the first person you have ever slept with?”
“Dude, I just turned 18, I’m not that slutty.”
“So have you or haven’t you?”
“No, I haven’t even slept with a guy. As a NHL superstar, how many girls do you bring back to the hotel after a game on the road?”
“Honestly, um, a night or the entire road trip, because the answer could be way different.”
“Entire road trip, like the road trip that lasts like 9 games,”
“I’d say one a game.”
“You’re such a womanizer.”
The game went on and on and I guess we both only drank like 2 shots each.
“Okay, okay, Bridget last question.”
“Shoot,”
“Are you as attracted to me as I am to you?”
I drank a shot because I didn’t want to tell him, tell him how hot he was for such a man whore. But he knew any way. He came closer to me, putting his hand on my thigh and moving it farther up kissing me passionately, and I let him keep going I didn’t stop him.
I wanted him and he wanted me, at least at the moment he did. He picked me off the kitchen chair and put me on the counter, staying there for awhile he picked me up again and honeymooners’ style brought me upstairs into my room. He put me on the bed and starting taking off my blouse, he was about to unhitch my bra but I stopped him regaining power from his hypnotism.
“Patrick stop, I’m your sister’s best friend this isn’t right.”
“First of all its Pat, secondly she doesn’t care what I do with her friends. I once-“
I put my fingers over his lips and stopped him from going any further.
“I don’t want to hear about how far you’ve gone with Erica’s friends.”
I got up from the bed and put my blouse back on. I went to my mirror and made myself presentable. I turned around looking at him up and down.
“Go make yourself look decent, put some jeans on without holes, and a shirt that doesn’t have any graphics on it.”
He grabs my waist and pulls me like a magnet to him.
“Come to my room and help me.”
I nodded my head as he picked me up and carried me into his room. It wasn’t a man whore’s room but it was a nice looking room with no naked women posted up on the walls. He took off all of his clothes so he was only in his blue plaid boxers.
“Okay, I’m ready.” He closed the door and opened his closet. I pulled out a Hawks’ shirt that I had seen him wearing in an interview and threw it at him. Then I went into the very back of his closet where there were some decent looking jeans.
“There that looks nice together.”
“Briiiiddddggggeeet,” He started talking like a little kid. I giggled, “Paaaatttt,” I copied him.
“Help me!!!”
I rolled my eyes grabbing the shirt from his hand and putting it over his head. “Now Pat you need to put both hands through the sleeves.” He did what I told him to. Then I told him that I wasn’t going to put his pants on for him. “I’m serious; I’m not going to do that for you.” He finally gave in and put his pants on. I was finally done getting him ready when the garage door came and both Erica and Pat’s parents came inside. Pat was just about to leave when I told him to stay for two seconds.
“Pat, today never happened, everything that we did is our little secret.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know no one else will know, but you have to promise me to come to the rink tomorrow and watch me play.”
“First off, I can’t promise you that, and second, I’ve already seen you play.”
“Not when I’m goofing off! I am way better when I’m goofing off with my friends.”
I passed by him going down to walk down the stairs, “Hey Bridge.” I turned around he kissed me as he ran past. I let the Kane’s come in first before I rushed downstairs so it wouldn’t be like oh my gosh I’ve been waiting for you for like ever I missed you, sort of creepy way.
They walked in and looked around,” What smells so good?” Mr. Kane said sitting down on the couch. I ran downstairs, “hey everyone just wanted to make something special for dinner, and I hope you don’t mind.” They looked at each other then looked back at me, “Actually we were going to make Pat make dinner, but I guess you already beat us to the punch.” Just as he said that Pat walked downstairs.
“What about Pat?”
“Nothing honey, just come take a seat, Bridget has prepared a lovely meal for us.”
He came in kissed his mom and sat down. The table was set up so Mr. Kane would be on the end of the table and then 3 on the sides. Erica sat down next to Pat, and then Mrs. Kane sat on the opposite side of Pat with Jessica and Jacqueline on her other side. I brought the food in and sat next to Pat because, well there was nowhere else to sit.
“Well, how was your Day Bridge? Sorry I forgot to tell you that Pat would be home with you.” Erica said apologetically. “It’s okay Erica we actually had a good time, we watched a few movies and played Wii sports too, and to top it off I kicked his butt at most of them.
I guess his only sport he can really play is hockey. But you know with a little practice I could probably beat you at that too.” All of his sisters looked at him,” Pat are you going to take that from her?” Jacqueline said, he looked at me squinting his eyes, “Oh, Bridge it’s on now, you, me, rink, tomorrow, 3:00, that good for you?” I giggled,” Oh yeah it’s on.”
Dinner was good, I got to spend more time with Pat, whom I kind of liked, I haven’t really decided yet. But I went upstairs and starting typing in my journal…
Dear Diary,
Today has been a good day. I officially got to meet Erica’s brother Patrick who goes by Pat. I haven’t decided that I like him, but I know I am seriously attracted to him in so many ways…
I wanted to continue writing but Pat knocked on my door and interrupted me.
“You know I wasn’t kidding right?”
“You mean about the game tomorrow? Yeah I know, but hockey is in my blood, my Dad was on the Rockford Ice Hogs, your farm team, except he had his leg totally annihilated from this one guy on the Chicago Wolves so he kind of had problems going back on the ice until he had me.”
“Oh really, what’s your last name?”
“Shultz, my Dad’s name was Jacob Shultz, he played Center.”
“Oh, I think I might have heard of him before.”
“Yeah, he was on the news a couple of days ago.”
“Really, what did he do?”
“Oh, I guess Erica didn’t tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
“My dad, Jacob Shultz, and my mom died in a car crash from a drunk driver at least a week ago.”
“Oh, I am so sorry.”
“Thanks it’s okay that’s how I ended up here because I just graduated so I couldn’t afford my parents house, so we sold it and now I have some money but not enough, so Erica let me come here!”
“Oh, okay I understand.”
I got up and went to the door where he was standing, “Pat, you know that no one can know about us, no one, not even Erica or your best friends.”
He kissed me, “I know, I know, it will be hard for me to keep this from everyone but I can do it. Bridget, you are the first girl I have ever met that will accept me for me, instead of a professional hockey player.”
I rolled my eyes, “Yeah right, how many times have you used that before to get someone into bed with you.” He looked at me and put his warm hands on my face. “No, I’m serious.” He kissed me again and then walked out the door.
Dear Diary,
My new house is great I can’t believe that Erica would ever let me stay here with her and her family. Ever since Eric cheated on me everything has been okay. I still can’t stop thinking about him even though I was the one who broke up with him. I give up on guys, if I meet someone I’m not going to fall head over heels for this guy. Unless hes my soul mate.
I’ve decided that I’m going to write in it every day I’m living here. It was around 5 and I wanted to make a nice dinner for everyone once they got home. I was going with steak and mashed potatoes, my favorite food.
I deserved it and it would be a better way for the Kane’s to get to know me better. I went downstairs plugged my IPod in and rocked out to Taylor Swift. I put the steak on the grill and started making the potatoes. Once dinner was done I took a shower and was about to put my clothes on when the timer went off. I ran downstairs in a towel with my hair still soaking wet.
I put the mashed potatoes in a presentable bowl with only one hand. The other hand was trying to keep my towel from falling. I put the potatoes in the oven with the steak to keep them warm. I couldn’t close the oven so I used my hips and pushed it closed.
“Do you always make dinner in a towel?”
“Excuse me?”
“I said do you always make dinner…in a towel.”
I turned around and it was Pat. I started to blush, I was a year younger than him but it was still a little weird to be in a towel in someone’s kitchen making dinner.
“Sometimes…but not usually,” I began, “Why do you always come and interrupt people while their making dinner?”
“Ah, you must be Bridget.”
“Yeah, and you must be Pat, I met you yesterday we watched Mystery, Alaska.”
“Yeah, I know you’re the girl who is a big hockey fan, has the same favorite movie I do, what else?”
“How do you know I’m a hockey fan?”
“I’m going to have to say the big Kane jersey in your room, and also the necklace on your bed.”
“When did you go in my room?”
“Last night, after you fell asleep I took you and Erica upstairs in your rooms.”
I got butterflies I’d never thought that someone’s big brother would take me and his sister upstairs to sleep in our own rooms.
“Alright, let me go change and I’ll be back down. I didn’t even know you were home.”
“Yeah, I hang out downstairs playing NHL 10.”
I changed, and came back down as I said I would and he was still sitting there. I noticed his crystal blue eyes beaming on the sunlight behind him, and thought damn, why is he so cute. I walked in and sat down on a chair next to him in the living room.
“Okay Bridget, let’s play a game.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re bored, I’m bored, let’s play a game.”
“Okay what game?”
“It’s called…um well it doesn’t have a name, but the point is to make your opponent drink more then you by asking questions they wouldn’t want to answer.”
“Oh, okay I get it, but we can’t drink?”
“Um, no one else is home. Who would know and who would tell.” He started pulling out the shot glasses and a big bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Okay then fine, you start.”
“Alrighty then if you want to take the chance, um, who was the first person you have ever slept with?”
“Dude, I just turned 18, I’m not that slutty.”
“So have you or haven’t you?”
“No, I haven’t even slept with a guy. As a NHL superstar, how many girls do you bring back to the hotel after a game on the road?”
“Honestly, um, a night or the entire road trip, because the answer could be way different.”
“Entire road trip, like the road trip that lasts like 9 games,”
“I’d say one a game.”
“You’re such a womanizer.”
The game went on and on and I guess we both only drank like 2 shots each.
“Okay, okay, Bridget last question.”
“Shoot,”
“Are you as attracted to me as I am to you?”
I drank a shot because I didn’t want to tell him, tell him how hot he was for such a man whore. But he knew any way. He came closer to me, putting his hand on my thigh and moving it farther up kissing me passionately, and I let him keep going I didn’t stop him.
I wanted him and he wanted me, at least at the moment he did. He picked me off the kitchen chair and put me on the counter, staying there for awhile he picked me up again and honeymooners’ style brought me upstairs into my room. He put me on the bed and starting taking off my blouse, he was about to unhitch my bra but I stopped him regaining power from his hypnotism.
“Patrick stop, I’m your sister’s best friend this isn’t right.”
“First of all its Pat, secondly she doesn’t care what I do with her friends. I once-“
I put my fingers over his lips and stopped him from going any further.
“I don’t want to hear about how far you’ve gone with Erica’s friends.”
I got up from the bed and put my blouse back on. I went to my mirror and made myself presentable. I turned around looking at him up and down.
“Go make yourself look decent, put some jeans on without holes, and a shirt that doesn’t have any graphics on it.”
He grabs my waist and pulls me like a magnet to him.
“Come to my room and help me.”
I nodded my head as he picked me up and carried me into his room. It wasn’t a man whore’s room but it was a nice looking room with no naked women posted up on the walls. He took off all of his clothes so he was only in his blue plaid boxers.
“Okay, I’m ready.” He closed the door and opened his closet. I pulled out a Hawks’ shirt that I had seen him wearing in an interview and threw it at him. Then I went into the very back of his closet where there were some decent looking jeans.
“There that looks nice together.”
“Briiiiddddggggeeet,” He started talking like a little kid. I giggled, “Paaaatttt,” I copied him.
“Help me!!!”
I rolled my eyes grabbing the shirt from his hand and putting it over his head. “Now Pat you need to put both hands through the sleeves.” He did what I told him to. Then I told him that I wasn’t going to put his pants on for him. “I’m serious; I’m not going to do that for you.” He finally gave in and put his pants on. I was finally done getting him ready when the garage door came and both Erica and Pat’s parents came inside. Pat was just about to leave when I told him to stay for two seconds.
“Pat, today never happened, everything that we did is our little secret.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know no one else will know, but you have to promise me to come to the rink tomorrow and watch me play.”
“First off, I can’t promise you that, and second, I’ve already seen you play.”
“Not when I’m goofing off! I am way better when I’m goofing off with my friends.”
I passed by him going down to walk down the stairs, “Hey Bridge.” I turned around he kissed me as he ran past. I let the Kane’s come in first before I rushed downstairs so it wouldn’t be like oh my gosh I’ve been waiting for you for like ever I missed you, sort of creepy way.
They walked in and looked around,” What smells so good?” Mr. Kane said sitting down on the couch. I ran downstairs, “hey everyone just wanted to make something special for dinner, and I hope you don’t mind.” They looked at each other then looked back at me, “Actually we were going to make Pat make dinner, but I guess you already beat us to the punch.” Just as he said that Pat walked downstairs.
“What about Pat?”
“Nothing honey, just come take a seat, Bridget has prepared a lovely meal for us.”
He came in kissed his mom and sat down. The table was set up so Mr. Kane would be on the end of the table and then 3 on the sides. Erica sat down next to Pat, and then Mrs. Kane sat on the opposite side of Pat with Jessica and Jacqueline on her other side. I brought the food in and sat next to Pat because, well there was nowhere else to sit.
“Well, how was your Day Bridge? Sorry I forgot to tell you that Pat would be home with you.” Erica said apologetically. “It’s okay Erica we actually had a good time, we watched a few movies and played Wii sports too, and to top it off I kicked his butt at most of them.
I guess his only sport he can really play is hockey. But you know with a little practice I could probably beat you at that too.” All of his sisters looked at him,” Pat are you going to take that from her?” Jacqueline said, he looked at me squinting his eyes, “Oh, Bridge it’s on now, you, me, rink, tomorrow, 3:00, that good for you?” I giggled,” Oh yeah it’s on.”
Dinner was good, I got to spend more time with Pat, whom I kind of liked, I haven’t really decided yet. But I went upstairs and starting typing in my journal…
Dear Diary,
Today has been a good day. I officially got to meet Erica’s brother Patrick who goes by Pat. I haven’t decided that I like him, but I know I am seriously attracted to him in so many ways…
I wanted to continue writing but Pat knocked on my door and interrupted me.
“You know I wasn’t kidding right?”
“You mean about the game tomorrow? Yeah I know, but hockey is in my blood, my Dad was on the Rockford Ice Hogs, your farm team, except he had his leg totally annihilated from this one guy on the Chicago Wolves so he kind of had problems going back on the ice until he had me.”
“Oh really, what’s your last name?”
“Shultz, my Dad’s name was Jacob Shultz, he played Center.”
“Oh, I think I might have heard of him before.”
“Yeah, he was on the news a couple of days ago.”
“Really, what did he do?”
“Oh, I guess Erica didn’t tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
“My dad, Jacob Shultz, and my mom died in a car crash from a drunk driver at least a week ago.”
“Oh, I am so sorry.”
“Thanks it’s okay that’s how I ended up here because I just graduated so I couldn’t afford my parents house, so we sold it and now I have some money but not enough, so Erica let me come here!”
“Oh, okay I understand.”
I got up and went to the door where he was standing, “Pat, you know that no one can know about us, no one, not even Erica or your best friends.”
He kissed me, “I know, I know, it will be hard for me to keep this from everyone but I can do it. Bridget, you are the first girl I have ever met that will accept me for me, instead of a professional hockey player.”
I rolled my eyes, “Yeah right, how many times have you used that before to get someone into bed with you.” He looked at me and put his warm hands on my face. “No, I’m serious.” He kissed me again and then walked out the door.
Please keep writing!!!!!!!!!
7/16/14