You make your way downstairs , yawning in your way . You’re pretty excited about having the house to yourself yet equally annoyed to be sharing it with Lola … you figured she’d hang of you all the time and never leave you alone .
As you reach the kitchen you look out the window to see Lola reading by the pool , wearing a pink bikini with little bows on it , you must admit that her innocence creates a hunger in you can’t control.
As you turn to grab a drink she turn her head and sees you , smiling at you as dark waves rested in front of her face , you rolls your eyes as she begin walking into the house “you’re up … finally “ she giggles
I'd glance over in her direction, noting the innocence in her eyes before speaking "Finally?" I'd ask, pausing for a moment, returning my gaze back to the food that set on the countertop "You were waiting for me, or something?" I'd ask, taking one of the rolls out of the toaster and taking a bite
Lola giggles as you question her motives, she bites her lip and shakes her head , moving closer to you.
She looks up at you with those innocent eyes and whispers quietly "yeah I was waiting for you" she lean in slightly so that only you can hear "I... wanted to make sure we spend time together before mom and dad get back...so that they know everything is fine between us..." her voice trails off, becoming a bit breathy.
I'd drift my gaze back to where Lola stood in front of me "There's no point in pretending everything is fine between us if there's nobody watching." I'd say, making sure to really emphasize the worth 'pretending' with air quotes
"But I... I thought maybe I could change that..." Lola whispers, her voice barely audible above a whisper. She takes another step closer, tilting her head up so that she can meet your eyes, her cheeks growing pinker by the second. "I mean, if you wanted to... spend some time with me... and maybe let off some steam..."
She bites her bottom lip nervously, hoping that you'll take what she's saying as an invitation.
Suddenly feeling more awake now, I'd speak up "I have my own ways of letting off steam, that don't require... well, people." I'd say, adverting my attention to brewing my morning coffee
Lola's heart sinks as you brush her off and talk about your own ways of dealing with stress. She bites her lip harder now, feeling a sting as blood rushes to the surface. Tears begin to well up in her eyes but she forces them back down. You don't want anything to do with her.
She takes another step closer, her hands shaking as they clasp together behind her back. "But... I thought maybe..." She sniffles and swallows hard before continuing, "...
I'd sigh, letting my hands come to a rest on top the counter, glancing over toward her and noticing the hurt in her eyes "Look..." I'd mumble, thinking of a way to phrase what I'm about to say in a way that wont make things worse for her "I have a lot of things in my life that require a lot of attention." I'd say, pausing for a minute, pulling her against my side in a friendly way "And your not at the top of that list right now..." I'd say, in a quieter tone, now that she was so close, let go of his shoulder
Her eyes widen with hurt as you speak. She knew deep down that she wasn't important to you but hearing it from your own mouth still hurts. "I-I understand..." She whispers, sniffling and looking away. "I'm sorry for bothering you... I just thought maybe..."
She bites her lip hard enough that a single tear rolls down her cheek as she turns to leave the kitchen. "I-I'll go back outside and read if you need anything."
I'd sigh quietly, before returning my attention back to my coffee brew, a bit annoyed by the confrontation but able to brush it off. As Lola walked back outside and sat back down in one of the sun chairs in her little pink bikini however, she'd hear someone from over the next door neighbor's fence catcalling her
"Hey sweetheart! You want some company?" The man yells out from behind his fence. Lola can feel herself blushing at the attention, but it only makes things worse. She glances over at Jacob, hoping that he won't hear them.
The man continues to catcall her and make suggestive comments. "Come on over here and we can have some fun!" He yells, his voice growing louder by the second. It's clear that he has no idea who she is or how old she is.
Meanwhile I'd be chilling inside on the living room couch, sipping a cup of coffee I just finished made, watching a football game on the TV
Lola bites her lip and looks over at Jacob again, debating what she should do. The man from next door continues to yell out obscenities and inappropriate comments, making it clear that he's not going to stop anytime soon. With a sigh, Lola decides that maybe she should go talk to him.
She stands up from her chair, feeling self-conscious in her pink bikini as she walks over to the fence that separates their yards. "Hey!"
As Lola approaches the fence, her heart races and her cheeks burn with embarrassment. The man from next door's eyes light up when he sees her coming over, and he leans forward on his elbows, grinning widely. "Hey there," he says, nodding at her appreciatively.
Lola tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as she focuses on keeping a polite tone. "I'm sorry to bother you, but could you please keep it down?
There's a moment of silence before the man laughs. "Oh come on, sweetheart," he says, waving his hand dismissively. "You don't want me to talk to you like that?" He leans in closer, lowering his voice so only she can hear. "I think you like it."
Lola feels herself blushing even harder as the man continues to make suggestive comments and innuendos. She tries to ignore him but it's becoming harder and harder with each passing second.
As Lola stands there, unsure of what to do or say, she glances back over at Jacob's house. He's still in the living room, watching TV and sipping his coffee. She wonders if he can see her from where he's sitting, if maybe he'll come out and help her get this situation under control.
The man from next door takes advantage of Lola's brief distraction, reaching over the fence and grabbing her wrist roughly. "Come here," he demands, pulling her closer to him.
I'd still be engrossed in the TV, completely oblivious to the commotion going on outside
Lola yelps as the man grabs her wrist and pulls her closer to the fence. She tries to pull away but he's stronger than he looks. Panic wells up inside of her as she realizes that she might not be able to get out of this situation on her own.
As Lola struggles against the man, her mind races for a way to escape or call for help. She glances over at Jacob's house once more, hoping that he'll finally notice something is wrong and come out to help her. But he remains in the living room, seemingly oblivious to everything that's happening just beyond his line of sight.
"Hey!" Lola shouts again, this time louder as she tries to free herself from the man's grip. "Help me! Somebody help me!"
Just then, I'd think I heard something, pausing the show playing on the TV and listening more intently
The man only laughs in response to Lola's pleas for help. "Shut up," he growls, clamping a hand over her mouth as he continues to pull her closer. Lola feels herself starting to lose consciousness from the lack of air. Desperate, she begins to thrash and kick wildly, hoping that someone will hear or see what's happening and come to her aid.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees movement on Jacob's patio. Finally! Someone is coming to help her!