8:00 a.m.

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 I had arisen, seeing Cielo asleep by my side and knowing that if she’s caught in my bed;both would be punished. Her arms were wrapping around my chest while her legs against my thigh. She was safe with me by her side and I loved holding her in my arms, knowing that I’d die a happy man. One of my fingers played in her rough bedroom curls, fingering each strand and taking in the sweet essence  of honey-apricots in her hair.   “Cha- what the? I told you to stop sleeping with your sister.” Mrs. Fairchild, spoke as she scolded me, while instructing me on right and wrong. “Chase, she’s your sister, its called incest. You can’t have her in your bed.” I sighed. “Yes, ma’am.” As she turned towards the door to leave and then her young son, [URL=http://i42.tinypic.com/2qbtbu9.jpg]Sammie[/URL] appeared  and both of us began staring at Cielo as she moaning and began touching her self while she slept.

“Yo, Chase did you hit?” He asked as his eyes stared continually at her thighs, moving in and out the comforter. I shook my head. “No, stop talking mess. She’s like family.” He laughed. “Man I bet you in Puerto-Rico I’d fuck all of those bitches like Ci-ci.” I rolled my eyes at his ignorance, then deciding onto educating this idiot. “Nigga, Cielo and I aren’t Puerto-Rican nor are we Mexican. She’s Brazilian and I’m from fucking Argentina, Bitch.” He grinned as his hands rubbed together. “Really? No wonder why she got that black bitch’s booty. She’s a mutt.” Suddenly, he raised his hand towards her and it came down, slapping her thigh, hard.  She woke up screaming and yelling in Spanish.  “¿qué la cogida?”  Her eyes immediately stared at me as mine were on the bright red colored bruise imprinted on her plumped fair-toned thigh.

She was wearing one of my long sleeved black T-shirt, however due to her amazing physique, it barely covered her thighs and it left room for me or anyone to sit and fantasize about her. “Chase and Sammie, I need both of y--.” She paused and stared at us, staring at her legs opening and closing.  “Cielo, what are you doing?” Before she could get a word in, Mrs. Fairchild interjected. “You should not be in here when there are young men around. You know the rules, Honey.” She grabbed her hand, briskly walking past us while her shaking head in motion, pitifully.

“So what’s up with your moms?” I spoke, trying to take my brain off of her, when in fact I couldn’t do so. “Man, fuck that bitch. She’s not my real mother, dude. I was adopted by her when I was three. My real moms cared more about getting fucked than being around her son.” I sighed. “My fault, kid.” He took a gulp of air and stopped talking. It seemed like he was going to be in his own world for a while.

 “So what about you? I mean how long you and Ci-ci been cool?” I licked my bottom lip, gazing at the wall and took another breath. “We’ve known each other since we were kids. I’ve always kind of been like her protector. It is what it is.” He nodded. I watched as he motioned towards the dresser and nudged me. “So did you fuck?” I rolled my eyes, thinking if only I could actually try to take my mind off of her and without getting excited. I shook my head and smiled. “No, I didn’t.  C and I are just friends……” I sighed, finishing up the statement.

 “Always have been and that’s the way it’ll always be.” I walked out of the room, motioning down the wide hall of the Audi Home, seeing every girl stop and stare at me. I walked inside of the Rec. room, with an apple and a smile, sitting down in front of the television. “Fiesel.” I turned around and Cielo was in my face, with a book and a dictionary. “Oh shit. Lo Siento, ma. I forgot.” She nodded as her hands clutched the book in her hands. The expression on her face seemed disappointed, however she didn’t try to let it convey from her lesson.

“Tell me your name.” She grinned as her mouth popped a piece of gum within the walls of her mouth. “My name is Cielo Villalobos and I live in Angel’s Grove home.”  I clapped my hands, feeling proud that I had taught her something instead of my eyes glancing at her low-cut shirt that exposes her bust line. “Fiesel, you're the best. Thank you.” She spoke as her Spanish-Portuguese accent seemed almost unbearable to understand but she tried.  She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, embracing me in a hug. Her hair smelled so good, like Milk and Honey. One of my fingers played in her curls as she stopped and gazed two inches from my face. “Villalobos and Calderon, Dr. B wants to see you. Pronto!” I spoke to her in Spanish, and then followed behind her towards the office at the end of the hall.

“Chase, I need to speak with you.” She pointed her fingers towards me, leaving Ci behind, whose attention seemed to be on reading other people’s lips as they carried on through various conversations. “Yes, Ma’am.” She frowned. “How long have both you and Cielo’s been here?” I rolled my eyes as my tongue licked the corners of my mouth.

“A while. So what’s your point?” She folded her arms. “We have ground rules here at Angel’s Grove. No more sleeping together. We don’t need anyone to get pregnant, alright.” “So you think that I’m fucking her?” She frowned again. “Watch that tone, boy. I didn’t say that. Just you know the rules and a translator told her them too.” I winced. “Unbelievable. Cielo has night-terrors and she comes in my bed, because I’m the only one who makes her feel safe. This place is unbelievable.” As I was about to walk out of the door, she pointed her finger at me once again. “Good, but that had better be all that is going on in your bed and if I find out any discretion are going on between both of you. You will be out of here.” I nodded and walked out, seeing Cielo stare at me, asking questions being curious.

“Nada, Ci. Don’t worry about it.” She tried to hug me and I pushed her away, shaking my head. “Fiesel?” She frowned.  “I can’t because folks are getting suspect.” I watched as she turned her back towards me and began walking towards the Girls’ hall. Meanwhile, I walked back to my own, seeing Sammie sneaking peeks at a magazine called Hustler.

“Yo, do you wanna see these titties?” He smiled as his eyes stared at one specific page. I shook my head and laid down on the bed. All I could think about was the fact that I had to get out of this hell hole soon. However, my brain reminisced as she wrapped her legs around my thigh and gripped my chest, while she slept. I closed my eyes and imagine her lips, opening and saying my name.