Song: "Thank You For Loving Me" by Marion Raven

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⚠️Content warning⚠️: LONG sex scene. Idk I guess I just got caught up😉

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"Let's start with this question. How did that make you feel? When he hit you?"

Heather scooted uncomfortably in the cushioned chair. She crossed her arms. "I didn't want to come here, just so you know."

"Alright. You're free to leave since you checked yourself in," the therapist said.

"I—well—" Heather reluctantly sighed. "Whatever. I just want to feel better."

"Then I strongly recommend talking to me, or at least another therapist about this." She smiled gently.

Heather scoffed. "Why are you people so—nice?"

"We're not nice. We're therapists," she laughed. "We are non-biased, which means we can look at every side of a story without judgment. But we are also unafraid to tell you the truth. And the truth is, sometimes things are difficult to talk about because they make us uncomfortable. And I think the first step to healing is getting your feelings out."

Heather pursed her lips. Telling Alejandro made me feel better. Maybe—maybe telling her will, too. "Um," she rubbed her arm. "When he hit me, I just felt really—worthless. I know, it's so stupid because I know that it's his fault, but I felt like a bad girlfriend."

"Heather," the therapist began. "Your feelings are not stupid. That's what he wanted you to feel like. He wanted you to feel like you were a terrible girlfriend because that gave him power over you. And I hate to hear you invalidating your feelings. You have every right to feel the way you did."

Heather let out a breath as relief washed over her. She wasn't used to how Alejandro and her therapist were responding to her vulnerability. "I mean—it doesn't matter anymore. My stupid feelings are irrelevant because we're not together anymore."

"As long as you still have them, feelings are always relevant," the therapist replied. "And since you're coming here, I assume you still have them?"

"—Yes. But I hate talking about them," Heather answered with a scowl.

"Tell me." She crossed her legs. "Why do you hate talking about them?"

"Because they're pointless."

"Why are they pointless?"

"I don't know!" Heather threw her arms up and let them fall back to her sides.

"What's the first word that comes to mind when you think of feelings or emotions?" her therapist asked.

"Weakness," Heather spat.

"What have your parents taught you about your feelings?"

"Well, I don't know. My mom said that if I show too much weakness, people will think I'm pathetic. And it's true, because every time I was sad in front of my mom, she told me to put makeup over my tears."

"Hmm." The therapist looked at Heather with sympathy. "It sounds like your mom never really validated your feelings."

"I can't stand her." Heather crossed her arms. "She always has to insult me on what I'm wearing, what my makeup looks like, or how I'm acting that day," her voice faltered, and tears welled in her eyes.

"And how does that make you feel?"

"Just—worthless. The same way Chandler made me feel."

The therapist handed her a green box of tissues. Heather took the box but kept her jaw clenched so she wouldn't cry. "Heather, do you have someone you can talk to? Someone safe?"

Heather nodded. "I have two people from school."

"Your friends?"

"Yeah. Courtney's my best friend, but she's not always available since she has a boyfriend. She hangs out with him all the time."

Her therapist wrote down some notes. "And who is this other friend? Are they more available?"

"His name is Alejandro." Heather bit the inside of her cheek to hide her blush. "I feel like he shouldn't have time for me because he's, like, super busy, but he always makes time."

"That's very sweet of him." The therapist smiled. "He sounds like an amazing friend."

Yeah, friend, Heather thought. Calling him that felt wrong. She had a much deeper connection to him than she had with anyone else. It felt even deeper than just a boyfriend, too. What could possibly be deeper than a boyfriend? "Yeah, he's great," Heather replied.

"That's good that you have a reliable support system. Especially for the upcoming court date in two months."

"I'm really nervous about it." Heather bit her lip.

"I understand," she said. "That's hard and scary."

"What if the judges don't believe anything I say?"

"I can help you find a good team to vouch against him."

Heather held her knees against her chest. She had made a personal goal for herself, and that was to tell her therapist about what she was afraid to tell everyone. "So—are you required to report crimes?"

"I'm only required to report active suicide plans, homicide plans, and crimes against a minor," the therapist answered.

"What about, like—sexual crimes?" Heather scratched at the skin around her nails.

"If a sexual crime has been committed against you, I can not report it for you since you're eighteen, but I can help you report it," she said.

Heather furrowed her eyebrows. She felt sick to her stomach. I have to do this myself. I knew I'd have to do this myself. Her hands shook, and her mouth felt tingly as she relived that damned night. It had almost been two months since it happened, and it hurt like it was yesterday.

"Heather," her therapist's soft voice brought her out of her thoughts. "Has he ever hurt you sexually?"

Heather squeezed her legs tightly. Tell her. Just do it. Say yes. It's one word. Or just nod. Yes, nod. She nodded.

"Did he rape you?"

Rape. I hate that word, Heather thought. I think about it every day. It never leaves me alone. "Yes," she answered hoarsely.

"Do you want to talk about it today?" The therapist asked.

"No. I just need help reporting it, and that's it. Then we leave it alone."

Her therapist frowned at Heather's unwillingness to work through it but respected her decision, as she knew Heather wasn't emotionally ready. "Ok. I'd be more than happy to help you report it."

**

When Heather's therapy session was over, she texted Alejandro: I told my therapist, and she helped me report it

Alejandro texted back almost immediately: I'm so proud of you! That was so brave!❤️💜💖

Heather usually rolled her eyes at his excessive use of emojis, but she only smiled this time. She was happy she had someone to text whenever she needed to be congratulated or reassured. It felt good to be continuously supported.

Heather drove back to her parents' house. As she walked through the front door, her mother glowered at her. "Where were you this morning? I had to drive your poor father to work because you stole his car," she hissed.

"I told you I was starting therapy yesterday," Heather answered nonchalantly, taking off her black coat and hanging it on the back of the door.

"And who's paying for that?"

"Dad. Duh."

"No, you need to get a job and pay for something yourself for once in your life," her mom said.

"I'm getting a job as soon as I feel ready. My mental state is currently in shambles," said Heather.

"What a stupid excuse. I am sick of your excuses."

"I don't get why you're making such a big deal out of this if you don't have to pay for it!"

Her mom narrowed her eyes at her. "Because the longer you freeload off of your father's money, the longer it'll take for you to move out! And we all need you to move back out. You're driving all of us crazy!"

"Oh, trust me, I wanna move out as soon as I can!" Heather snapped. "But I can't do that until I'm in a place where I can get a job!"

"If you're so desperate to move out, you'd be looking for a job right now!"

"You don't get it, mom!" Tears gathered in Heather's eyes.

"What do I not get, Heather? Enlighten me on your mental issues!" She spat sarcastically.

"I'm not telling you. That's why I'm going to therapy!"

"I am your mother! I should have the right to know what's going on with you!"

Heather angrily shook her head. "You're such a bitch! You expect me to tell you everything when all you do is yell at me and insult me every day!"

"I'm the bitch?!" Her mom laughed. "Oh, this is too funny. You make me and your dad's lives a living hell by being a spoiled brat! When you were younger, we used to pray every night for you to wake up a different person! We treated you and your siblings the same, so we don't know why you turned out so rotten!"

"You do not treat me the same as my siblings!" Heather argued.

"We did when you were a baby and toddler! Then you started getting greedy and bossy. We took you to therapy back then, and it didn't work, so I seriously doubt that it will work now!"

"Bullshit! You didn't take me to any therapist! I would've remembered that!"

"Well, you don't," said her mother. "We tried to fix you and make you a nicer person, but the attempts failed. And we almost put you up for adoption, but your dad wanted to keep you. He thought if we kept spoiling you like the rest of your siblings, you'd eventually become grateful. I knew keeping you was a mistake."

Heather's mouth dropped. "Y-You almost put me out for adoption?!"

"Yeah. Imagine having to deal with someone like you."

Heather squeezed her eyes shut. Every degrading word Chandler said to her came back and collided with her mother's words. I can't be a good daughter. I can't be a good girlfriend. I can't do anything right. No one fucking wants me. Without another word, Heather stormed upstairs and slammed her bedroom door. She wept into her pillows while her mom followed her and barged into her room.

"You don't get to slam the door like that! I will have your dad take down your door when he gets home!"

"Leave me alone!!" Heather kept her face buried in her pillow.

"You are SUCH a disappointment!" Her mother raged. "I don't know why you were brought into this world when all you do is make everyone miserable! That explains why you were an accident!"

"Just—just leave me alone," Heather's voice faltered. She was tired. She was tired of feeling like she was drowning in a bottomless pit of words and memories. That's what her entire life felt like- nothing but one big, useless struggle. Heather could put a mask on to hide emotion, and she'd still struggle. She could let her feelings out to her family, and the outcome would be the same. She didn't know family wasn't supposed to drag you down until she met Courtney's and Alejandro's. She spent a lot of time jealous and bitter because everyone else seemed to have the perfect family that loved them. It's me. There's something wrong with me.

Heather was so lost in her head that she didn't notice her mom leaving her room. After laying in bed for a few more minutes, she rolled over and took her phone out of her back pocket. Heather pivoted her thumb around Alejandro's contact. Should I? I really need someone. She clicked on his name and pressed the message option in case her mom heard her talking to him.

Heather: Hey, are you busy right now?

Alejandro: What's up, chica?

H: My mom and I got into a fight

A: Do you need to come over?

H: Can I?

A: Of course. I am home right now❤️

H: Thank you

A: Always

Heather smiled at his reply, feeling warm inside. She got out of bed then looked around downstairs. There wasn't a person in sight. She heard the shower water running and smirked. Yes. I can get out of here without anyone yelling at me. Heather grabbed her coat and her dads' keys before leaving the house.

The drive to Alejandro's house felt like a trip around the country. Heather almost sped there. Excitement bubbled up in her stomach with every mile.

Heather pulled up to the driveway, locked the car, and rang the doorbell. She admired the wreath hanging from the wooden door. Alejandro was quick to answer. He saw the tear stains on Heather's face and pulled her into his arms. "Are you ok?" Alejandro's voice was muffled in the crook of her neck.

"I'm making it," Heather said.

Alejandro shut the door while still holding onto Heather. "Do you know how proud I am of you?" He rubbed her back. Heather let out a relieved breath as she laid her head on his chest. The bad voices went away, and all she could hear was his heartbeat.

"It was hard," Heather told him. "And scary."

"I bet. I would be scared too." Alejandro gently rocked them side to side. He nuzzled his face in her hair, breathing her in.

They stood in that position for another moment before Heather pulled away. She rested her forehead against his and placed her hand on his chest. "Your heart's beating so fast," she whispered.

Alejandro turned red. "Sí, it's—kind of something that happens when I'm near you."

"M-Mine's beating fast too," Heather stammered. Alejandro twirled a strand of her hair, mesmerized by its soft texture. A blush crept up on her cheeks, and she felt that irresistible pull towards him. Heather leaned forward and locked her lips with his.

Alejandro kissed back with passion. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and gently nibbled. Heather pressed her lips more firmly against his, deepening the kiss. His hands made their way to her thin waist while hers traveled to the back of his head.  Alejandro slid his tongue between her lips and felt around the inside of her mouth, and Heather reciprocated. He felt a burning sensation in the pit of his stomach. All the blood rushed to one area, and the next thing he knew, he had an erection.

Alejandro painfully made himself pull away. He took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. Heather gave him a concerned look.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah." He smiled. "Are you?"

Heather nodded, curling in her lips. "Do you wanna try—do you wanna try getting closer again?" Her face was beet red. She wanted him badly. She missed how his lips felt.

Alejandro stroked her face. "Heather, don't get me wrong. I'd love that. I'd love that so much. But I do not want you to regret it again."

Heather grabbed his wrist as he touched her face. "Alejandro, please? I know I said that I was scared, but I think about you all the time, and—I need you." Her pleading grey eyes looked into his. The vulnerability was written all over her face. Alejandro had never seen this expression on her, which made his desire to be closer to her even stronger.

He tenderly kissed her. "Are you sure?"

"Mhm." Heather lovingly gazed up at him.

"I need to hear the word "yes" out of your mouth, señorita." Alejandro grinned playfully.

Heather rolled her eyes. "Yes, Alejandro."

He took her hand. "Do you want to see my room?" She blushed, nodding. Alejandro led her upstairs and opened the first door to the right. The walls were dark grey, and his kingsize bed was covered in red sheets with a silver comforter. Heather looked up in awe at the golden chandelier hanging from the foot of his bed. "Like what you see?" Alejandro asked, a cocky smirk drawn on his lips.

"This house is ridiculous." Heather walked across the wide, fluffy red carpet next to his bed. "I honestly love the color scheme in your bedroom," she commented. "It's dark but elegant."

Alejandro followed her. "I'm glad you think so." Anytime Heather complimented him, he felt like he was on top of the world. He loved being someone important to her.

Heather spun around to face him, a look of desire in her eyes. She laid her hands on his shoulders. "Your pictures are cute. How old were you in that one?" She motioned her head toward the nightstand.

"I was about seven," Alejandro said.

"I didn't know you wore glasses," Heather laughed.

Alejandro chuckled, lost in her eyes. He held her waist. "I didn't. I just thought they looked cool."

"You dumb dork," Heather smirked. Alejandro kissed her in response. Heather opened her eyes between every kiss so she could look at his face. Eventually, her eyes fluttered shut.

Heather took a couple of steps backward until she felt the back of her ankle hit the bed. She then sat down. Alejandro bent down and continued kissing her. "Would you like me to pleasure you with my mouth?" She nodded, biting her lip.

Alejandro gave her an affectionate smile. Heather slid her jeans and panties off before he could even ask. He caressed her thighs while kissing her neck. Heather scooted back on the bed. Alejandro slowly got on the mattress with her. She laid down and spread her legs.

"Remember, you can change your mind at any time, and I will stop when you say stop," Alejandro reassured, placing his hands on her knees.

Heather clasped his right hand with her left one. "I know."

"Is there anything you definitely do not want me to do? If not, you can still change your mind. I'm asking for right now."

"No. You have my permission for everything."

"Ok, ángel," Alejandro whispered. He trailed kisses all over her inner thighs. Heather lightly moaned. He ventured closer to her heat with one kiss at a time. The moment Alejandro got to her vagina, he enveloped her clit with his mouth. She gasped as her hand went to his hair.

Alejandro swirled his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Heather clenched her stomach muscles, and she took in sharp breaths. He carried on licking and sucking at her most sensitive area, then slid his tongue in her entrance.

"Oh my god—" Heather panted. She brought her legs up on top of Alejandro's shoulders. He slid his tongue in and out of her as if he were fucking her with his mouth. Heather took her other hand and gripped onto the sheets.

Alejandro went back to work on her clit. He got so into it that he practically made out with her womanhood, leaving wet sounds every time he pulled his lips away. Heather's mouth flew open as he brought her closer to the edge. She looked at him eating her out. "—Oh my god, yes, keep going," she managed through extreme pleasure.

With only a few more movements from Alejandro's tongue, Heather climaxed. She rubbed his hair as she climbed down from the high. He made sure to lick away at her juices and give her womanhood one last kiss before stopping. "How was that, beautiful?" Alejandro asked, rubbing her legs.

"Oh god," Heather half panted, half laughed. "Really fucking amazing."

"I am glad you enjoyed it." He beamed.

Heather took her legs off of his shoulders. "Can I return the favor?"

Alejandro gulped, then let out a breathy laugh. "Absolutely."

Heather switched places with him. She ran her hand along his abs and stopped above his belt buckle, her eyes asking for permission. Alejandro nodded. "You have my consent for everything too, chica." 

She smiled, never taking her eyes off of him while helping him get his jeans and boxers off. Heather took off her shirt, leaving herself in her red bra. She is so perfect, Alejandro thought.

Heather pulled her hair up with a black rubber band on her wrist. She started stroking him as she lowered her head. "Oh my god, you're insanely hard," Heather laughed, her cheeks flushed. All Alejandro could do was moan in response. Her hands felt way too good around his cock. 

Heather ever so slowly encapsulated him with her mouth. She made eye contact with him as she did so, loving his facial expressions. Alejandro threw his head back. "Fuck," he whispered. Heather suppressed a giggle. She loved hearing him swear when he was drunk with pleasure. She found it unbelievably sexy. She used her hand for what she couldn't reach with her mouth.

Alejandro massaged the back of Heather's head as he watched her bop her head up and down in awe. "You're so good at this," he groaned. "Oh god, Heather, that's perfect."

"Mmm," Heather moaned, knowing that the vibration from her mouth would cause more pleasure. She glided her tongue around the tip of his cock.

Alejandro sucked in a breath. "Yes. Yes, just like that." Heather kept going while rubbing his thigh with her free hand. He shut his eyes, enjoying the sensation.

After a few minutes, Alejandro gently tapped her shoulder. "H-Heather, I'm close," he managed. She took her mouth off of him.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked.

"No—I mean yes," he said breathily. "Only if you'd like to go all the way. I do not think I can handle two orgasms."

Heather laughed. "Men are super sensitive, huh?"

"Sí," Alejandro chuckled, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. "Most of us need a longer rest time before starting again."

Heather crawled over to him. She leaned down and kissed his lips. "Would you like—do you think it would help if you were on top?" Alejandro asked her, sensually rubbing her neck and shoulders.

"—Yeah," Heather smiled. "Yeah, I think that will work." Why didn't I think of this last time before I ruined everything?

"If you're sure," said Alejandro.

"Yes, Alejandro," she whispered, ghosting her lips over his.

"The sound of my name coming from your lips is better than heaven," Alejandro purred. He sat propped up on his pillows.

Heather straddled his hips. Alejandro lustfully stared at her cleavage before kissing her there. Heather rolled her head back, moaning. She combed her fingers through his dark brown hair. Alejandro reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

Heather slid her arms out of the flimsy straps. She tangled her hands back in Alejandro's hair as he buried his face in her chest. He devotedly sucked on her nipples and rolled them between his fingers. He looked up at her with adoration. "You're so perfect. I love your breasts." He gently squeezed and caressed them with his hands.

"Mmm, y-you're so good at this," Heather panted in a high-pitched voice.

"I wanna be good for you, Heather," Alejandro said lowly, his piercing green eyes staring right through her. "Is this everything you enjoy?"

"Ahhh, yes." Her mouth hung open as he rubbed her clit. He slid his middle finger inside her and gasped. "You are so wet, hermosa. Are you ready for me?"

Heather nodded with a helpless whimper. She ground her hips against his finger until he stopped. She positioned her entrance above his dick, using his shoulders for leverage. Alejandro held onto her hips, staring up at her lovingly.

Heather and Alejandro gasped in unison when she was fully wrapped around him. Heather made out with him religiously. She started grinding back and forth.

Alejandro moved his hands from her hips to her breasts. He fervently kissed her neck and whispered sexy, encouraging words in her ear. Heather moaned loudly and uncontrollably. She moved her hips faster.

Alejandro thrust his hips to match her rhythm. "Fuck," he groaned. "Fuck yeah, Heather!" His voice shook. The first time they did this, he was afraid to lose control because he didn't want Heather to think badly of him. How would she think bad of him for voicing his pleasure? He had no idea. He was just scared that anything could possibly turn her off.

It was quite the opposite. Heather loved him being vocal. It made her happy and relieved to know that she was making him feel good, and it heightened her pleasure. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Heather leaned her forehead against his. She kept grinding, but her core felt incredibly weak as she came closer to her orgasm.

Alejandro felt her trembling. He thrust into her as fast as he could from where he lay. He used three fingers to stimulate her clit. "Heather? A-Are you close?"

"Uh-huh," Heather panted in response.

Alejandro rubbed her back with his other hand. He moaned with her. The more she tightened around him, the harder it was to hold back. Heather gripped the sheets as her breaths became higher and higher.

"Y-You can grab onto me," Alejandro offered. "It's ok; it won't hurt." Heather firmly gripped his upper arm. "Dios mío, eso es todo," he slurred. "Sí, sigue adelante."

That was the last straw for Heather. He really got her going when he slipped into his native language. "Ohhhhh—Alejandro!" She cried out, shaking.

"Fuck," he moaned. Her inner lips closing tightly around his cock was almost enough to send Alejandro over the edge. But he kept control of himself, tightening his jaw. He watched her ride it out. Her whimpers and moans were music to his ears.

Heather kissed his neck repeatedly while she slowed down. Alejandro held his breath. He tried his best to wait until she got off of him, for he never wanted to be separate from her body. However, he was about to explode, and although letting go inside her was what he physically wanted to do, he knew it wasn't the logical thing to do.

"God, H-Heather, I'm about to cum," he said frantically. Heather got off of him and immediately put him back in her mouth. Alejandro clenched his stomach muscles. He watched her in amazement. "Dios mío, you're incredible." He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the unbearable pleasure building up.

Heather moaned sexily. Alejandro's eyes flickered back open. She made intense eye contact with him. "Heather," he whined. "Heather!!" He released into her mouth, gasping and twitching. He felt her lips suck him in as she swallowed. She kept stroking and sucking until he shuddered. She slowly took her mouth off of him and kissed his tip.

Alejandro and Heather both looked at each other as they caught their breaths. After a moment of silence, Alejandro laughed joyfully. He gently grabbed her arm and pulled her on top of himself. Heather laughed with him, snuggling into his chest.

"I was not expecting that ending," said Alejandro, still chuckling.

"What?" Heather simpered. "You weren't expecting me to swallow?"

"No, I mean, you—ugh, honestly, not really." He blushed.

"Guess I'm pretty unpredictable, then," she smirked, looking up at him. "—You were ok with that, right?"

"Is that even a question? That was so sexy." Alejandro pecked her lips. Heather drew circles on his chest then brought her hand to his face. She slowly stroked his cheek. She wanted to take her time to feel his skin and memorize every inch of his face.

Alejandro repeatedly kissed the palm of her hand. "Ugh, you're ruining my study of your face," Heather said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, go on," he laughed. She traced his nose with her index finger down to his bottom lip. Alejandro snickered. He took her finger in his mouth and sucked on it.

"Alejandro!" Heather pouted.

He took her finger out, cackling. "I can't help myself, mi reina."

Heather couldn't help but laugh. "You're such a weirdo."

"Mm, I can live with that." Alejandro wrapped his arms around her.

Heather felt relaxed. She listened to his heartbeat, smiling in content. She reached across his arm and locked hands with him. "Alejandro?"

"¿Sí?" His voice was soft. Almost as soft as his heartbeat.

"What are we?"

Alejandro's heart was on fire. He had been waiting for this moment for months. He didn't think it would ever come true. But here she was, lying in his arms, asking him this question. "Whatever you want us to be," he told her.

Heather swallowed. "I wanna be—I wanna be more than what we are now."

"Do you want to be exclusive?" He asked, twirling her hair.

"Yeah. If that's what you want. I mean, we—"

Alejandro cut her off with a tender, loving kiss. "I wouldn't want anything more, Heather. As long as you're ready."

"Yes." Heather kissed his nose. He kissed her lips again, more excitedly this time. All his dreams had come true. It almost felt surreal. "But please—let's not make any promises," she whispered.

Alejandro moved her hair out of her face. "Ok, I won't. I'll take things slow. But I must tell you this: I will never ever treat you like he did. That is a promise and the only promise I will make right now, whether you believe it or not."

Heather smiled. "Thank you, Alejandro." Do I believe him? The warmth from his body distracted her for now. I can't afford to think like that. I can't think about any kind of future between us. Just this moment is all that matters.