Aquilla did go to the beach. She went that day with Valdez following her, and then more and more. Sometimes Valdez followed, sometimes Julius. Their relationship had gone from bad to worse. Now they just glared at each other. He hated her hanging out with the boys. If he knew that it would just Talin, Vennah, and her, than Valdez escorted her. If he knew the boys were going to be there, he followed her. It pissed Aquilla right the fuck off, she thought that she liked Tua. It didn’t matter, she couldn’t get away from Julius long enough to see for sure. She needed to like Tua. She needed someone to take her mind off of things she shouldn’t be thinking about.
Aquilla did get to go to high school, and although it wasn’t what she had in mind, it was a lot better than being homeschooled. The school consisted of exactly 23 kids in the entire little building that didn’t look like a school at all. It was exclusively designed for kids like Aquilla, Talin, and Vennah. She was still picked up by Julius, Valdez, or her father, but she didn’t mind. She loved getting out of the house every day. Romano was extremely pleased to see her so happy. Julius, not so much. He knew that slimy little Tua went there, he didn’t like it.
Their relationship continued to be washed out to sea. They were constantly into it over something or another. Julius just needed to mind his own fucking business and stay out of her life. It didn’t concern him, and she let him know of that fact… often.
Julius had just started down the corridor one afternoon when she met him at the foyer. She picked up her backpack and glared at him.
“Where are you going?” he asked. It pissed her off, she wasn’t going anywhere. She wanted to. She wanted to go to Talin’s, but her father had said no, not today. That pissed her off too. She was almost 18 and was treated like a fucking five year old. She was in a pissy mood before she ran into Julius. He just poured a little more gas on her fire, sending her into a raging blaze.
“Where are YOU going, Julius?” she countered, walking toward him. He had to back up. She was right in his face. She knew exactly where he was going. For whatever reason, that pissed her off too. He was going to the north wing, the north wing where five year old Aquilla was forbidden to go, and the north wing where she knew beautiful girls awaited his presence. “You need your dick fucked? Is that where you’re going, Julius?” she crossly alleged. What? Where the fuck did that come from? PMS that had to be it.
Julius took a step toward her, causing her to now back up as he got right in her face too. “Like you have fucking room to talk, Quill. Let me smell your fingers.” What? What the hell was he saying? This was Quill!!!!!
What the hell did he mean by that? He left her speechless, but only briefly. “Fuck you. I’m sick of your stupid shit.”
“Stupid shit?” he yelled right back.
“That’s enough,” Romano yelled, breaking up their argument.
“What’s going on?” he demanded to know.
“Ask him,” Aquilla said, crossing her arms, and glaring daggers at Julius.
“Julius?” Romano asked, turning to him.
“Nothing,” he replied, gave Quill one more dirty look, and then turned on his heels, leaving her to deal with their father.
“Quill? What’s gotten into you two lately? You two can’t be in the same room without wanting to rip each other’s heads off.”
“Nothing,” she said, giving him the same answer, and storming off, up to her room.
Romano shook his head at both his children, constantly at each other’s throats.
Julius tried his best to stay away from her. He did as much as possible, but still insisted on going with her if he knew she was going to be anywhere near boys, or Tua, anyways. He wanted to break his scrawny little neck.
Aquilla avoided him at all costs, as well. They shot each other dirty looks. If she thought he was being too demanding and acting like her father, she would just tell him to go fuck himself.
Julius tried like hell to stay away from his secret little window, too. The longest he made it was three days. He had heard Aquilla on the phone with Talin, planning an evening at her house for a technician to come to her house to do their nails. He knew the technician wasn’t doing their nails. He heard the conversation loud and clear. It was just a coy for Talin’s father. He couldn’t help it; he had to look.
Aquilla came out of her bathroom wrapped in a towel, as she always did. She removed the towel and stood in front of her full length mirror. Julius’s cock went from limp to full blown, painful hard in 2 point 7 seconds. She smiled in the mirror, liking the way her freshly waxed pussy looked. She moved her fingers down and touched it. She liked the soft smooth feeling. Julius fucking loved it. He was hoping like hell she was going to masturbate standing right there. He had the perfect view.
Quill separated her lips a little and rubbed her swollen little nub. Julius just about blew his load. He removed his cock from his constricted slacks and stroked himself, watching her. He wanted a closer view. He wanted to see her throbbing little clitoris up close.
“Fuck yeah, Quill, rub it for me baby,” he whispered, hissing and pounding the hell out of his cock in his hand.
Aquilla didn’t rub anything for him. She picked up her towel and walked back to the bathroom. “No, fuck,” Julius whined. She took forever before she came back out. She slipped her nightgown over her head and lay down with a book. She fucking took care of it in the bathroom. What the fuck?
Romano threw Aquilla a party for not only her educational accomplishments but also her 18th birthday as well. She wanted to go to college. She didn’t understand why he forbade it. She wasn’t trying to be difficult and she was happy about her party. She just wanted him to see how awful it was for her to be 18 and treated like a child. It didn’t matter though.
“Aquilla, you know you cannot go out into the world to do that. I will have a professor come here and teach you anything that you want to learn,” he offered.
She didn’t want that, she wanted to go be normal. Normal like the girls from the movies, that Talin had slipped to her, like the girls from the magazines, and books that she had read. She was 18. He couldn’t tell her what to do anymore, she would just leave. She defeatedly knew she wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t defy him. She knew that he was only worried about her well-being and wanted to keep her safe. Her dreams would be causality; she would give them up for reality, her reality.
Her party was supposed to be a happy time in her life. She wasn’t happy. She had always been homeschooled, that is until her senior year, and that was only because she had begged to go to school with other people. She wanted the chance to have friends. She wanted to eat lunch in a cafeteria, play in the band, and go to gym class. Her father had reluctantly agreed, but it wasn’t what she had wanted. It wasn’t that kind of school.
“Are you going to be a party pooper all night?” Talin asked, coming to her, sitting alone, and watching the few people at her celebration.
Talin bumped her shoulder and handed her a red cup full of punch. “It’s spiked,” she smiled.
“This isn’t a party, Talin. There should be at least 50 people here, not nine. These aren’t even my friends. Like that guy there,” she pointed to a man talking to her father. “Who the hell is that?”
Talin laughed. “I don’t know, but he’s kind of cute.”
Aquilla rolled her eyes and took a drink of the punch. “Jesus, Talin,” she exclaimed, tasting the massive amount of vodka with very little punch.
Talin laughed. “Drink it, maybe it will loosen you up,” she insisted and darted off to be with Salem.
Keiki and Tua were there, too. Vennah was hanging all over Keiki, and Tua was too busy getting shit faced to pay her any attention. That wasn’t the real reason he wasn’t with her. Julius had pulled him to the side and told him to stay the fuck away from her, he did. Julius was twice his size.