Within These Walls by Berg J.L

Author:Berg, J.L. [Berg, J.L.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: novel
Publisher: JL Berg, LLC
Published: 2014-08-17T16:00:00+00:00

I want all of you in every way.

Jude’s heated words had continued to play through my mind well after he’d left, and they had been with me again as I rose the next morning.

Slow and tender…fast and hard.

I’d been a mindless, drooling puddle ever since. I couldn’t even remember what I’d eaten for breakfast. I’d been staring at the same blank page of my journal for well over an hour when my mother waltzed through the door.

“You’re here early,” I said, noting her dressed-down appearance. She was in jeans and a flowery blouse. It was different from the business-casual look she would wear when teaching.

“I canceled my classes today,” she said with a flick of her hand as she settled into the worn blue chair.

“You canceled your classes?” I repeated, tilting my head in shocked surprise.

Unless I was going into surgery or there was an emergency, my mom never canceled class. Her students must be rejoicing today.

“Yes, I wanted to speak to you—alone,” she answered, giving the last word specific emphasis.

“I see.”

Here it comes.

“I did a bit of research on your friend Jude,” she began.

“You did research, Mom?” I asked, holding up my hand to silence her.

“I Googled him.”

A small snort morphed into full-out laughter, and I wrapped my arms around my sides in an attempt to control the roaring inferno. “You…used Google?”

My mom was a teacher, a professor, but she hadn’t quite graduated to the twenty-first century. She carried a cell phone for emergencies. It flipped open and had exactly three numbers programmed into it—the hospital, our home, and Dr. Marcus. The laptop I owned had been given to her by a colleague when he decided to upgrade. My mom had taken one look at the thing and cringed. She used a desktop computer at work and considered it punishment.

According to my mother, all research should be done in a library. Google was for morons and perverts. The fact that she’d used it to look up Jude meant she was flustered and seriously frustrated.

“Yes, I was curious about the boy you’ve been spending so much time with.”

“Mom, he’s twenty-five. He’s hardly a boy.”

She ignored my comment and continued to watch me from her tattered blue throne. “Do you think he’ll take care of you? Is that what this is all about? He’s wealthy and powerful, so you think he’ll protect you?”

I stared at her, my mouth agape, before I let the shock wear off. “Is that what you think of me? What you think of him?”

“I don’t know him,” she answered.

“No, but you know me. Do you think I’d do that? Hand myself over on a silver platter?” I spit.

“I did,” she said softly.

“What?”

“Men promise all sorts of things when they want something, especially when it involves a woman. Your father was no different.”

My breath hitched when I heard her mention him. In my twenty-two years on this earth, she’d only ever spoken about him a handful of times. She never brought him up herself, and she always quickly dismissed the subject of him.

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