A Hope and a Chance(68)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Chance let go of my hand so that he could move it around while he was talking. “Hope, I wanted to kill him, for today and everyday he put you through hell.”

“He’s not even worth it. He never was.”

“So what are you doing tonight?” He immediately changed the subject.

I gave him a sly smile. “I was planning on spending it with this hot guy. He has strong arms and rock hard abs, and the nicest ass I’ve ever seen.”

“Damn, he must be a lucky guy.”

“He is!” I boasted.

We both started laughing, which was something that we really needed considering the shitty evening we were having.

“For what it’s worth, I wish I was your first. I would have taken my time and waited until you were ready. I’d never take you for granted.”

I touched his hand and smiled. “I know. Trust me, I know that. So, not to change the subject, but how long do you think we have before they come home?” I asked.

Chance shrugged. “Probably no more than a half hour. The way Buffy talked they weren’t really that happy about being around Trevor. Are you sure you’re okay?”

I ran my hand across the top of Chance’s neck. “I’ve waited forever to have you back home with me. All I want is to spend time with you. I actually think that Trevor helped us out, in some kind of messed up way. Did you see how my father wanted you to take me home? He trusts you with me. That’s got to be a good sign.”

Chance chuckled. “Trusts me. That’s not a good thing, Hope. Not while I’ve been hiding a relationship with you from him for months. When he finds out that will be the last thing he does.”

We pulled into the driveway then got out to head into the main house. Chance pulled me into his arms. “I’m so happy that I never have to spend another night away from you again. God, I missed you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him pick me up to carry me into the house. He sat me down on the couch, but only so that he could get comfortable beside me. When my Dad and Buffy came home, we would see their car pull up and be able to separate quickly. “I can’t wait for you to tutor me,” I laughed out loud admitting it.

“Oh really? What subject do you need help in first?” He asked as he pushed his body on top of mine. He stared down into my eyes waiting for a response. I could already feel his growing bulge pressing on his pants. My body reacted by becoming increasingly hot. I felt like I needed to rip off my clothes and give myself to him, with no regard for when my dad would return home.

“I think I need mouth to mouth and then maybe some physics, or chemistry,” I said, as his lips slowly brushed mine.

“I don’t think you have any problems in chemistry. We already have that subject taken care of.” He kissed on my ear lobe and then my neck. “Your skin tastes so good.”

Things started to progress quickly. Chance’s hand began roaming as he kissed me, and soon found my breasts under my dress. He pulled the front completely down for easy access. For a moment he sat there silently looking at me, then he slowly moved forward and nibbled on each of them before coming up to my lips for another kiss. Just as I grabbed his shirt to remove it, we saw headlights pulling into the driveway. Chance hopped off of me, and I made a mad dash for the stairs.

I immediately threw on some different clothes, and was already heading back down when they came in the door. I could tell from the look on their faces that something was wrong.

“Hope, where’s Chance?” My dad asked.

Before I could answer, I heard his voice coming toward us. “I’m right here. What’s wrong?”

“The police are on their way,” Buffy interrupted. “We tried to get him to reconsider, but he refused.”

I started to panic. “What are you talking about?”

My father approached me. “Trevor is pressing assault charges on Chance, sweetie. Buffy explained what happened to Greg and me. He’s not involved in his son’s actions.”

“Well, how do you know they’re coming?” I asked in a frantic.

“It’s okay, Hope. I can handle it.” Chance interrupted.

Buffy chimed in. “No, it isn’t okay, Chance. You already have a record. You’ll be found guilty for that fact. This is bad,” she explained.

“Let me tell you both something before I get hauled away tonight. A couple months ago, I caught that son of a bitch sexually assaulting Hope. Then today, he had the nerve to bring her friend into the bathroom and talk shit about Hope while they were banging each other. When I confronted him, he talked more shit about her. There is no way I will ever regret hitting him. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Hope doesn’t deserve to be treated like that.” Chance did his best to explain, but as my father raised his eyebrow, I could see that he read between the lines.

“I appreciate that you took up for my daughter, Chance. It seems like you have been there for her more than once.” My father said as he gave Chance a pat on the back.

We watched the headlights pulling into the driveway, followed by two officers marching toward the front door.

My dad let them in, while Chance stood between Buffy and I. Even before the officers spoke, I had tears forming in my eyes.

“Sorry to bother you tonight folks. Are you Mr. Chance Avery?” The officer asked.

“Yes, sir, I am.”

“Please turn around.” While pulling out the handcuffs he started giving him his Miranda rights. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”

Chance looked down at the floor. “Yes, I understand those rights.”

I didn’t know what came over me, but I threw myself in front of the officer, preventing them from taking Chance out of the house. “No! Please you have to wait! He was protecting me. I was being assaulted.”

Part of it was a lie, well kind of. Trevor might not have assaulted me today, but he did two months ago. They didn’t need to know that.

“Are you saying that you want to come in and make a formal charge against Mr. Thomas?” One officer asked.

“Hope, sweetie calm down,” My father blurted out.

“No, Dad! I won’t calm down. I won’t let Chance get in trouble like this for protecting me. Trevor should be the one in trouble.” I looked at the officers. “Yes, I will come and tell you the real truth.”