Vanilla and Caramel

Vanilla and Caramel

Vanilla and Caramel
By: Sam Nieves

I write this story to tell you about how true love can start from the most coincidental, ironic, and utmost craziest ways.
We were both fourteen when it had happened. It was a tragic and pretty disturbing way. Though, I have to admit that if it weren’t for this crazy beginning there might never be an end. Either way, as tragic the start was it lead to such a beautiful life for me that I wouldn’t have had it happen any other way.
It was cold, and I was dazed while his warm hands shook my shivering body. He called my name various times, and it was as if they were echoing over and over in my head.
“Denice…. Denice… DENICE!!!”
I opened my eyes slowly, weakly, and then gazed for a few moments at his face. I was admiring ever part of it before I snapped back into the world and everything around me. Springing up, I looked around. I was confused. The boy I was madly in love with was alone with me. Of course, that wasn’t the only shocking part about this. I felt a slight breeze on my chest. I glanced down to find myself completely naked. I screamed with horror at the sight of myself.
“WHAT ‘DA HELL?!” I screamed, covering my body. At that moment, I caught sight of Alen. He too, was sitting next to me staring off in another direction, naked. I darted my eyes away quickly before I caught sight of his “thingy”.
“I know… weird right? Did we get drunk or ‘suttin?” he shouted back disturbed.
“But I don’t drink!” I screeched frantically
“Me neither! So what ‘da fuck?!” he replied in a high pitch tone as well.
“Well, you better not look, Alen!” I played around.
He laughed with me, agreeing that he wouldn’t look if I didn’t look. My heart was pounding more than ever. There I was alone with the boy I loved. Naked none the less! I stood up to look around at that moment. I couldn’t stand that place for some reason.
We were trapped in what it seemed a small garage like place. There was a small table, a steel door, what it seemed like a whole in the top wall. As if something was there.
“Do you see my clothes anywhere?” I asked innocently.
Alen made a funny face at my question while he looked around playfully and turned back to me.
“Do you see MY clothes anywhere?” He said sarcastically.
I made a face, and then laughed at his joke. If he couldn’t find his clothes, how could he have found mine? I wasn’t thinking clearly. My heart and mind was still set on the fact I was alone with him.
He stood up, too. I found myself sneakily turning my face to face him. I wanted to see his expression, and ‘rockin top half of his body. He was beautiful. He had that nice light caramel skin color of a Dominican. I loved that color a lot. He was also nice and skinny, and a bit bulky. His arms were normal, unless he made a muscle. That’s when everything he had would show. He also had a six pack. They aligned in that way abs just do. He was gorgeous from his face down to his abs. I didn’t want to look any further down.
Not only were his looks amazing, but so was his personality. He was sweet and gently. He was popular and silly. He was also smart. He always did his school work, and somehow made time for all of his friends. He was short, too, for his age. I loved him so much. The fact that I did love him, made the awkward moment just so much easier to ignore.
Alen knew that I liked him. I remember that day. I was fed up with him not knowing how much I liked him. How much I wanted to get to know him better. So in my math class, I had written him a four paged letter of how I felt. I remember how nervous I was, standing at his locker waiting for him to come down the stairs and come to me. When he did, I made sure to tell him that things between us won’t change. He agreed simply, so I handed him the letter. It was funny. The moment he had received the letter, he screamed “I HATE YOU” scaring me. I was just staring at him for that moment blank. He laughed and told he was playing. He told me he would read it when he got home. I had put my number in the letter and he never called me. So I decided to call him. When I did, it was very awkward. We both were pretty silent. He did tell me, though, that things were still going to be the same between us. We would still be friends either way. Ever since that day, he and I became more and more closer.
“’Aight, so how we ‘gonna leave ‘diz place ‘witout our clothes?” Alen said bluntly. I didn’t know how to answer. I couldn’t answer. I was too busy turning my head to see who was coming through the door.
It was two men. They were both very tall, A lot taller than Alen and I. They were very bulky, but in that chill spine curdling way. One had a mustache, and the other had shaved beard. They looked as if they were brothers. The smaller brother looked older and stronger. The other, just as scary, was taller and less muscular. When Alen and I saw them, we knew we weren’t leaving anytime soon. We knew why we were there.
“Who ‘da hell are you two?” Alen broke the silence with his words. I gave him a dirty look. This wasn’t the time for him to be acting like he was some tough gangster.
“Our names be none of ‘yo business. But if ‘yo ‘thinkin yo ‘leavin anytime soon ‘yo got ‘anotha thing ‘comin.” The taller man stated coldly. His voice was harsh, and it shook me inside. It made me shiver.
“What are you talking about? Let us go!” I sharply demanded.
The smaller man gave me a look that made my scream as if it was on a roller coaster.
Alen tried to keep a straight face. He knew if he showed how scared he was, that I would be soon over. Even if it was over the moment the two men had walked in.
“Nah, to leave you ‘gotta have sex in front of us.” The taller man growled, shocking me and Alen with his demand.
“W-what?” I stammered, bringing my hand closely to my mouth.
“Hell no! Me and Denice are jus friends! We don’t like each ‘otha like dat!” He yelled his voice shaky.
When he said that we didn’t like each other like that I decided to change it around a bit inside my head. You don’t like me like that. I kept myself from chuckling. This was a dire moment. I had to snap out of my thoughts. So I quickly backed up his story.
“Yea, exactly! He my friend that is it!”
“We don’t give a fuck what da hell ya two mean to each otha. You gonna do as we say and like it!” The tall man ordered once more. He inched towards us. I automatically took a step back with my left foot.
“We ‘aint ‘gonna do it!” Alen still said. He was trying to convince them otherwise. He was too stubborn. I always knew him as a stubborn person.
One time, we had gotten into an argument in our art class. He wanted to fight my cousin because he called him a faggot. He was once cool with my cousin, until I head blurted out what my cousin had said. I was trying to tell him that my cousin only called him a “faggot” because I had a crush on him. My cousin was just being over protective. Believing I was too young to like someone. Alen didn’t want to listen either way. He still kept going on that he was going to get his brother to fight him, and that he was mad. I gave up trying to convince him that he was only saying that to me, and didn’t mean anything by it.
At this very moment, they were both very fed up with us. The smaller man had grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, then pulled me into him to just harshly throw me into the walls. I felt my head fly back and slam into the wall and then bash forward. It felt as if my neck had snapped. I slid down the wall. My vision was blurred as I was dazed. When I stood up, I felt my body swagger as if I was drunk.
I remember hearing Alen call my name when I slammed into the wall. When I looked over to him, I noticed the taller man had his arms hooked under Alen’s armpits, pulling his arms behind his back.
He started pushing Alen closer to me, then threw him on top of me. I fell back instantly, and he was now on top of me. I was a little freaked out.
“Fuck her!” The taller man demanded again.
“No! I can’t… I won’t do that to her’ Alen cried sympathetically! He was trying to get off me, but the man continued to hold him down.
I was too dazed to say anything at all. I could only groan in intense head pains.
They definitely got fed up with us. The smaller man had pulled out a gun, and pointed it to my head threateningly. Alen and I shut up right away.
“If you don’t want to do it, den well jus end it all here right now. You and diz boy got…….five minutes to decide on what ya want to do.” The shorter man stated walking away with his brother.
Alen looked down at me, with worry all up on his face. I looked away from him, not knowing what to say. I gave up. I couldn’t take this. Live or die. I had to give in.
“Alen…………just do it……. If we don’t… they’ll kill us… ive always told myself that if the time would come…. That I would have to choose between rape.. or death.. I would choose rape. So I could live my life afterwards….” I said weekly. I was feeling ashamed of myself. Here I was, asking for it. But this was life and death. What other choices did I have besides rape?
“But Deni….. I can’t…. I can’t do this to you… it’s not right…It’s so wrong…” Alen looked at me, and then looked away. He wasn’t a rapist. He would never do this. Not to anybody.
“I know… I know… I know you wouldn’t ever do his to me. But you have to…! Or else… or me and you both have to die!” I cried. “Just please… please go easy… im a virgin… so I’ve never done this before…..” I said softly. I felt Alen’s hand go on top of mine. He rubbed it gently.
“A-are you sure….?”Alen asked, as I nodded fast, ensuring that he has permission to do so. “………………..Ok…” Alen sniffed too, then promised he would also be as gentle as possible.
“Times up” The tall man pointed the gun once again at me. Alen took a deep breath, and spoke in a miserable and quiet voice.
“You promise…. ‘dat…… if we do ‘dis… Denice will get outta here alive?”
“WE will get our clothes and leave together… alive…” I corrected Alen, looking at him, then back up to the men.
“Yea yea. Whatever.” They agreed, as they stepped back away from us, putting the gun away.
Alen gulped and look back at me. I could read what he was thinking just by looking at his face. It read “I can’t believe I am doing this.” He fixed himself so his arms were outstretched on each side of me, holding him up. His face was over mine. He took another deep breath and inserted “it” in gently and slowly inside me.