“Look at what we got here!” I turn around sharply, my body retreating on its own without losing contact with the brick wall, I curse myself with every word I know for letting my guards down to the point where I didn’t sense this ‘anything but harmless’ looking vagabond approach me.
The man is a giant, to say the least, his body is buried under layers and layers of ragged dirty clothes, he has a black hat on his head from which several thick dreadlocks are cascading to reach his shoulders, looking dreadful indeed, he has a small brown bottle of beer in hand, a thick black beard, and a scar running diagonally from his right eyebrow to his left cheek.
Running his black eyes all over my body, the man licks his lips befor
“Dad!!” I cry out the word with much intensity, unable to believe that it is really him, saving me from the monster who was about to defile me so callously, I bolt towards him and collide with his chest like a bullet finding its last refuge, I can barely contain my loud sobs. Hell, I don’t want to contain them, I want them out, with all the fear and the disgust I was, and still am, feeling.I know, with the few sane neurons I still have, that the whole thing didn’t take more then few minutes, but hell, it sure felt like an eternity, I am left with all these horrible feelings inside of me.I still feel the man’s hands on me, rough and filthy, slapping me, forcing me, touching me without my consent, I am so disgusted a
My father was already sitting on the sofa with two steaming cups resting on the small table in front of him, waiting patiently and pressing something, probably ice, against his swollen cheek and typing something on his phone, reminding me that I had left mine behind.Looking around the apartment, I see that while I was in the bathroom, he did some gathering and cleaning, the place doesn’t look as messy as it was a few minutes ago, still messy though, and you can almost immediately guess that a middle-aged man with drinking problems and a messed up life lives here.Lifting his head off his phone, he offers me a fatherly smile, his eyes dripping with pity as they roam my face, probably because of all the bruises it carried.
“Are you sure you don’t want to wait in the car while I go and bring your stuff?” my father asks for the second time, or is it the third, I have already lost count, he looks a bit anxious, and I know he is worried about me and the outcome of the next confrontation, we are now in front of Emma’s house, the one I ran away from several nights ago, my father had insisted that I stay for a while, calm down, and think things through without any interference from anyone.I can’t say I feel any less angry at what I have learned, but I am not as hurt as before, the pain had numbed somehow, my father had kept me company all this time, I helped him clean the apartment, making it more descent, and in the last few days, we took our time to learn more about each other, well, it was mostly him telling me stories fr
“Please, stop crying, sweetie, they don’t deserve your tears!” my father tries to comfort me for the hundredth time, and for the hundredth time he fails, his words fall on deaf ears, all I can hear are the random words and the loud hiccups, my hiccups.I want to believe his words; I want to toughen up and put it all behind my back but I can’t! I am too consumed with my own sadness and disappointment to pay him any attention.That is not all you are feeling and you know it! My little devil whispers and I detect dissatisfaction in his whispering voice, he is not pleased and nor am I, however, putting his tone aside, I can’t help but acknowledge his words, as always, he is r
One of these two stories must be a lie, for the two are too contradicted to fit into one story.The question is, which one?"Did I say anything else?!" I chose to dig further into my father's version, it is the only thing I can do at the moment anyway, and at the very least, he is giving me full stories and not just fragments like Nate did."As a matter of fact, yes, you did." He looks hesitant and unsure of what he is about to say, but the intense look I am giving him makes him sigh in defeat before pulling out his phone."First of all, Nat, you must know that I did this for you
“Are you sure he is going to be home?” I shake my head at my father’s question, to be honest I have no idea, it is Sunday, normal people won’t be at work, but again this is Nathaniel Williams, and I doubt he is enjoying a lazy Sunday morning at home with Clark and Beth.And unfortunately, this only leaves me with no other option but to call him!Fuck!I don’t want to call him, I don’t want to take his permission like a good girl, I don’t want to let him know I am coming and have him arrange the time that suits him, and I don’t want to give him the chance to prepare himself, to prepare more lies to tell
“This is a big house!” the look on my father’s house is the same I had on mine when I came here a few days ago, the house was indeed a magnificent piece of work, sadly though, I am not able to enjoy its beauty as I am directly reminded of all the things that happened here.The conversation with Nate, the time in his room, the things he told me, the way he affected me, the way my body responded to his, the dinner, the kiss, the feeling of my wet entrance pressed on his bulging member, the heat and lust in his eyes and in mine, the taste of him inside my mouth, it all comes back to me now as one big lump stuffed forcibly inside my throat, a bitter one that is.“She doesn’t look happy to see us!” my father whisper
“Is that her?!” my father whispers to me as we entered the reception room where I have shared coffee with Nate before, Beth didn’t offer us anything this time, not even a seat, and the gorgeous blondie had excused herself to go get Nate.The thought of that woman bothers me to the point where I, for a second, have forgotten why I came here in the first place, why is she that This is going to be difficult! I tell myself as I take a deep sigh, I am already fidgeting and hesitating, even though I have just received another confirmation about his relationship with that woman. maybe this is why you are hesitating, because the last hope just died in front of your eyes.