We became an item within the first week of me coming to her rescue and she quickly became the best part of my childhood, the leading star in all of my fondest memories. From the first words that we shared until now I never wanted anything more than to be close to her, to be the only one to bask in that special glow that emanates from her in spades. Her tinkling laugh still makes me sweat, and her eyes, those eyes that seem to look into my soul and see only the best of me, still haunt my dreams. She has a strange effect on me, something I'd noticed from the start. It's not something I can put into words, not so you'd understand. But with her, there was none of the usual teenage angst. I didn't feel the need to be anyone but myself; didn't have to do anything stupid to impress her, but it was more than that. I didn't feel the need to rush into anything. I enjoyed the wait and still do, because somehow always in the back of my mind, I knew that we'd grow old toge
I'm still not sure what made him change his mind about us seeing each other, I suspect one of her brothers might have told him what happened at school, not sure, she never said, but whatever the case may be, I'm forever grateful. And though she was the only girl I'd gone through that much trouble for and couldn't even hold her hand without her dad shooting daggers at me with his eyes, I didn't mind hanging out on her couch watching TV, whispering silly shit to each other, until her dad kicked me out when it was getting late. I guess he knows what he's doing as a father, because his attitude changed things. I was much calmer, less rushed; there was none of the usual trying to score bullshit. Until her that's all I knew, though my fifteen-year old self never got any farther than copping a feel here and there, at least it was something. Not with Colton Lyon's daughter though. There was nothing even remotely sexual about my feelings for her back then, which let's fa
The phone rang just as I placed the key in the door to my dorm room. It wasn't her special ring so I didn't rush to answer but the number was another I knew very well when I finally took my phone from my pocket. "Hello?" "Todd, it's me, Catalina.""Catalina? Is something wrong with Caitie?" As usual my heart picked up speed and that sick feeling I always get when it comes to worrying about my girl came over me. It's been this way ever since I had to move away from her and has only grown worst with time. "No-no it's not that. I have to tell you a secret." I smiled with relief as I headed into the room closing the door behind me. Her and her secrets! She has a new one at least once a week. Most of the time I can't make heads or tails out of what she's saying to me. I've known her since she was about five and I still have yet to understand if the things she says are just the ramblings of an innocent or if her mind really is as brilliant as I'm beginning to suspec
Home at last! We'd been back for a day after making the run out to Law's place and things were only now getting back to normal. Damn kids act like refugees every time we leave and come back even though we never leave them for any real significant amount of time. Their grandparents didn't want to give them up, which I'm starting to think might be a good idea, let them stay with them a little longer so I can have some peace and quiet. Except my babies, Cody and the trips still need their daddy to protect them. Especially from their crazy ass sister. Speaking of which, I haven't seen her little ass sneaking around corners for a good hour, probably in my basement doing some illegal shit. "You okay babe?" My wife came sniffing around my office, not sure what the hell she's after but it can't be good. Before we left Law's place she and the ladies had their heads together concocting some shit that was sure to put my ass in traction. I can barely keep up with her shit s
"Mengele go back to your lair this doesn't concern you." She slinked her nosy ass back down the stairs, muttering some shit under her breath as she went. Kat and her fucking kids; never a dull moment in this shit. "Dad we were just having sex, you always told us it was natural and that once we were old enough to just be careful." Fucking kid thinks he's smooth. "Yes I know, but why were you both on her at the same time?" I'm raising a house full of freaks, where the fuck did they get this shit?"It's fun dad." Quint the little fuck grinned like he thought this shit was funny. Like I wasn't gonna have to go deal with my freaked the fuck out wife. "Boy, where did you learn about this shit?""The girls like it dad.""Girls, you mean this wasn't the first time?""Of course not, the girls love it. It's what everybody does." The little shit shrugged his shoulders like 'no big deal'. I'm not equipped to deal with this shit; and I thought I was out there
I sighed from my soul when I stopped in the doorway of my bedroom and watched my wife."Kat." She was moving around the room folding shit and putting it away. I know that look."Did you kill them?" She didn't look up at me."No.""This is all your fault Colton Lyon." Here we go. "How the fuck do you figure? Mengele, I'm not gonna tell you again." I saw her shadow move along the wall. With any luck that nut will do me in soon with one of her concoctions. Just then the three little ones came barreling into the room on their hands and knees making a racket. They'd just learned to crawl and my house was now hell central. I reached down and grabbed the first two and headed over to the bed with the third wrapped around my ankle chortling like a lunatic. "Where's Cody?""Caitlin has him in her room, don't change the subject." She folded the same shirt for the third or fourth time and I knew what kind of mood she was in. A houseful of kids meant I coul
Another year has gone by and I'm closer to being able to leave for college, fingers crossed. The school sent another letter and my teachers and even the principal is willing to fight for me this time. I'm not going to let the fear of what happened last time hinder me, I'm a year older now so of course he's going to let me go. He doesn't have any more excuses. My heart has been beating erratically ever since I got home because mom's going to talk to daddy soon. I'm dying to call Todd to share the big news, but I don't want to get his hopes up before everything has been squared away. Just thinking about him made the little tear in my heart open wider. It's been hell being without him this long after getting use to seeing him everyday. He'd become such a huge part of my life in the couple of years we had together before he moved away, that I still have a hard time doing the things we once shared by myself or with anyone else. Like having lunch together or
But then I got the news that my hard work had paid off and I could graduate early. I thought all my troubles were at an end. I could be with Todd again, and away from daddy's prying eyes and stern looks. But of course that was a short lived dream and my poor heart was thrown into turmoil once again when daddy said no way. Mom understood my pain. She'd come into my room and lay with me some nights, trying to get me to understand where daddy was coming from. I didn't get it and still don't truth be told, but it doesn't matter because there's no getting around Colton Lyon's dictates. What he says goes and there's no point in trying to get mom to side with me because that would only put her in the line of fire as well. When daddy refused to bend even for her I knew it was a lost cause. Daddy never denies mommy anything, so for him to stick to his guns like that said a lot. Sometimes I want to scream my head off and throw a wild hair-raising tantrum, but the thought