I OWN NOTHING. STEPHENIE MEYER'S THE LUCKY ONE.
{BPOV}
I walked out of the diner ready to make the walk home. My feet were killing me, and I wasn't looking forward to it. My tips were decent for once, and I didn't miss the fact that Edward has left me a generous tip. Putting my head down against the wind, I burrow into my coat a little more, and start across the parking lot of the diner. I'm sticking to the roads at night. No short cuts through the woods.
"Do you need a ride?" Edward was leaning against a black car that was just as clean and elegant as he was. I didn't know how he managed to be sexy without much effort. His jeans stretch across the thigh he had bent to lean on the car. My stomach dropped to my feet. What was he still doing here? I find it hard to believe he was waiting on me. I look behind me, again, thinking someone had to be behind me, even though I knew I was the only one leaving the diner. I was the only waitress tonight.
"Um.. no. No, thank you. I-I'll be fine." I willed my feet to move but they refused to budge. Just walk away, Issy. You have too much baggage. Even though my head was telling me that, my heart wanted to get in that car. Even if just for a moment. I wonder what Tanya would think of me getting into her boyfriend's car? Shit a brick probably. I can't imagine her knowing that Edward waited to give me a ride. Why wasn't he with her tonight?
"You sure?" He gave me another smile his white teeth flashing in the darkness. His bronze hair was blowing in the slight wind. "I don't bite, and it's cold out here. You couldn't possibly want to walk in this weather." How did he know that I didn't have a car? He turned and opened the passenger door. "Get in." Looks like he wasn't going to take no for an answer. I really didn't want to say no anyway, to be honest. I wanted to get to know this guy, even if it couldn't go anywhere. I couldn't explain it, that's just how I felt. Like this was a moment that could change my life. His car was warm and very clean. The interior seats were gray and everything looked expensive. After shutting the car door behind me, Edward walked around the front of the car and slid into the driver's seat. His scent filled up the inside, instantly wrapping around my senses. God, he smelled good. The car seemed smaller with him in it, his long frame navigating the car out of the diner's parking lot. I slid my hands underneath my thighs to cover my nervousness. I can't believe I'm in his car. Edward Cullen's car!
He turned on his iPod and Phoenix came through the speakers. Good taste in music, but was I really surprised? He seemed to gave good taste in everything. The music was turned low so we wouldn't have to talk over the music. I was dying to ask him why he waited for me.
"So were are we headed?" he asked. I told him my address and he took off down the street. He drove confidently and slightly on the fast side. "Do you always walk? It's not safe to be out at night like this."
I look at him, trying to decide if he was sincere or not. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. Okay, then. I pinch the outside of my thigh. Yep, this was really happening.
"Well when that's the only option you have..." I say softly. "I do what I have to do. Not all of us can afford cars like this."
He looks over at me. "Well we can change that." He turns the heat up when I shivered, but I'm not so sure it's the cold that has me trembling. "I can take you home at night."
"Why would you do that? It's not like we are friends. I mean, we have never even talked before today. And I don't think your girlfriend would be happy with you taking me home."
He gripped the wheel with his long fingers and he let out a breath. "Don't worry about that. I can handle Tanya. She'll get over it."
Get over it? How in the hell would she get over it? I know I would be pissed, if I was her. Bitch list or no.
"I don't think that would be a good idea. I don't need anymore trouble at school. I do appreciate you giving me a ride tonight, but I don't think-"
"Relax, Bella. Tanya's bite is bigger than her bark, she won't do anything to you if that's what you're worried about."
"Ummm, yeah. That's exactly what I'm worried about. And why the sudden interest in me? I'm not stupid, Edward, you don't even acknowledge me at school. I didn't even think you knew my name let alone wondered about if I have a ride home or not." This was so confusing. "And call me Issy. Everyone does, I only use Bella at school." I don't know why I told him that. Only my parents ever called me Issy. I guess I wanted him to say that instead, it seemed more intimate. Like he was apart of something private.
"Issy? Why that?" He looked at me curiously with an elegant eyebrow raised.
"My.. my momma called me that." I whisper. "She called me... Issy girl." I shrug. "It was our little thing."
"I like it," a soft small curved his full lips. "Issy girl..." He said it like he was tasting it, savoring it.
Rubbing my forehead, I thought about how fucking insane this day was. If you told me a week ago I would be sitting in Edward Cullen's car, I would have told you to take your meds. Not that I wasn't silently dancing on the inside but... what the hell was going on with this guy? After running into him at school, now I'm worthy to get to know? Did he feel sorry for me?
My head was starting to ache from my ponytail and I decided to let my hair down. I'm not walking tonight so it wouldn't be all over the place before I got home. I spread my hair out and finger comb through the thick strands, letting them fall around my shoulders. I felt instant relief, I let out a small groan, closing my eyes. Damn, that felt good.
The car came to a sudden stop and my eyes pop open. I look out the window to see that Edward had pulled the car over on the side of the road. "What are you doing- ?" My words stick in my throat. Edward was turned towards me, his eyes intense and a darker green than before. His hands were clenched into fists, his expression tense, like he was in pain. "Edward...?"
"I can't do this anymore." He grated out.
What? What was he talking about? Do what? My eyes stay on his face and I watch as he leans slowly toward me... Oh my god.
He captures my lips in a soft kiss, my bottom lip in between his. So soft was all I could think. His lips were soft and warm. I feel his breath on my face and my breasts tighten. Edward gently sucked on my bottom lip, pulling it gently between his teeth. He pressed soft, slow kisses on my lips, once on the top and then on the bottom again. His tongue stroked across my bottom lip and I instinctively gasp. His tongue immediately enters my mouth and I taste the peppermint he must have had earlier after dinner. I clutch at his leather jacket, not knowing where else to put my hands. I feel his tongue stroke my own, his groan echoing through the car.
I whimper and Edward deepens our kiss, turning it intense. He pulls me across the console, burying in hands in my hair. "God, you taste so sweet... I knew you would." He panted out, his breathing heavy. His eyelids droop over his green eyes, and his hair falls onto his forehead. His large hands cupping my face, our noses touching. He clenched his eyes closed, like he was fighting himself. Jesus... I feel like I've just ran five miles. Our breath mingling with each other's. My chest was rising and falling, rapidly, in an attempt to get more air. But all this does is intensify Edward's smell, and I whimper again.
His eyes snap open and his eyes dark, filled with lust. "Issy..." he whispers.
He reclaims my lips in a deep kiss. We are so close I don't know where I end and he begins. I can't think, only feel, never wanting this moment to end. My hands wrap around his shoulders to try and steady myself. This feels so good, so....right. I rub my tongue against his and I want to die, this feels so good. His hand moves down in between us and I feel his hand brush over my nipple, it becomes hard beneath his fingers. Edward gently rolls my nipple, plucking it through my shirt. He then cups my right breast in his hand, kneading it, molding it to fit his palm. "Fuck..", he grates out and kisses me harder. I have no power, no desire to break free. I couldn't even if I tried.
"Come home with me." He says hoarsely. "Let me show you.." He places several kisses on the corner of my mouth. His hands running over my back and hips, like he wanted to touch every part he could.
"I-I... I don't-" I can barely speak. My voice doesn't sound like my own, it's husky and... different. I swallow hard. "Why?"
Again he kisses me, and I feel like I'm on fire. His hand grasps one of mine and it travels over the crotch of his pants, cupping the bulge that's straining against the denim. He presses firmly and his breath catches. "That's why.." he grounds out. Oh my... He feels huge. Long and thick... hard. Fuck. I squeeze my thighs together and I feel moisture against my panties. I bite my lip and he watches the movement intently, groaning deeply while slowly running my hand up and down the length of his cock.
He ran his other hand across my hardened nipple and I let out another whimper. God I must sound pathetic, like I haven't been touched before. Which I haven't. Not like this.
"You feel it too, don't you? This... pull we have." His breathing harsh as he continues to grind his hips into me hand, creating friction. I want to feel his hand in between my legs.
I nod my head slowly and close my eyes, revealing in the feel of him. I felt it every time I saw him, heard his voice. This was crazy. I didn't know what to do. Well, I knew what I wanted to do but I was scared, confused. This was happening way too fast and I couldn't think. He was clouding every rational thought I had, making me feel like I knew nothing.
"Come with me, Issy girl." He pressed moist kisses behind my ear, running his nose down my throat. "It will be so good. I can make you feel good." He captured the lobe of my ear between his teeth. Pulling it slowly between his lips. Holy...fuck. I move closer trying to find relief against his hard body. Yes, I wanted to be with him. Anyway I could.
"W-where?" I stumble out.
Edward pushes me back into my seat and throws the car into gear. His hand on my thigh, the heat from his palm sinking through my jeans. His touch keeping my thoughts cloudy and unfocused. The trees are a blur through the window and I'm still trying to catch my breath.
"I know a place where we can go. It's not far." His voice is still hoarse.
When the car came to a stop, we were in front of a house. His house? He pulls my door open and I'm staring at the largest house I've ever seen. It was white with tons of windows, which were black. No lights on anywhere. I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. The cold air was hitting my face, pulling me out of my lust induced haze. What am I doing here? Edward grabs my hand and pulls me, none too gently, inside.
I didn't see much of the place as it was dark. Was anyone else here? Edward leads me up a flight of stairs, passing doors and paintings along the wall. He didn't turn on any lights, he knew where he was going. His long strides eating up the distance, my own short legs trying to keep up. He came to a stop in front of a door and pulled me against the wall. His arms over my head. He kissed me again and I was pulled back into the fog. His body pressing me against the wall, his broad shoulders blocking out the moonlight, leaving only him. His taste, scent surrounding me.
Groaning, he pulled away. "You're going to kill me, Issy."
The feelings mutual.
We entered what I now know to be his bedroom. He pulled off his leather jacket and threw it on a chair in the corner. He walked toward me and does the same with my coat. He ran his hands up and down my arms as if to chase away a chill. I was far from feeling cold. His eyes on mine, he slowly lowered his head, kissing me. His tongue entering my mouth making me groan as he slid it along my mouth. Exploring deeply. "So sweet...", he whispers and leads me to the bed.
Oh god... this was really happening.
Edward lays me on his bed and I feel the soft down beneath me. He leans across me, placing hot kisses long my neck and collarbones while he unbuttoned my shirt. God, I couldn't remember what underwear I had on. Like it mattered. I didn't own anything remotely sexy. I'm sure he had seen better choices in lingerie. My thoughts fly out of my head when his warm lips cover my bare nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth. I cry out in pleasure. He quickly covers my mouth with his own. "Shhh Issy girl, we don't want to wake anyone."
He returns to the other breast and gives it the same attention. Lathering it with his tongue and causing my toes to curl. I clutch at his back, running my hands up and down his shirt, wanting to feel him against me. Edward must have been thinking the same thing because he pulled back and lifted his shirt over his head, returning his naked chest to mine. We both gasp at the feeling. His chest was rubbing against my tits and I opened my legs so he could slide in between my legs. He ground his hips into mine, groaning at he friction. His cock now throbbing, hard against my pussy.
"I have to taste you, see if your pussy is just as sweet as your mouth."
Edward pulled my jeans down my legs, throwing them over his shoulders. His large hands running up and down my thighs, his fingers skimming the edge of my panties. I squirm trying to guide his fingers where I wanted them most. I suddenly felt self conscious. I knew my body wasn't like the other girls he had been with. I had the plump body of the average girl. I wasn't anywhere near to being overweight, but I was soft where others were toned. I cover my stomach and breast. Oh god.. I must look disgusting to him. The guy who could have anyone he wanted.
"Don't." Edward grabbed my arms and pulled them over my head, leaving me exposed to his gaze. His eyes traveled the length of my body, taking in all my flaws, the very things I felt bad about. He lowered his head and nuzzled my neck, placing soft kisses down my throat and chest. Kissing my nipples, slowly lowered my panties. The air hitting my wetness. His kisses continued down to my abdomen, leaving moistness in its wake. I felt his breath his my pussy and my hips buck.
"You smell so good, Issy girl.." He inhaled and his eyes closed, savoring my scent. I raise up on my elbows to get a better look and I groan as I see his bronze head of hair between my pale thighs. His tongue runs over my slit and I cry out again. He looks up with that crooked, sexy grin and gives me a look. "Quiet."
I see his tongue dart out and lick my clit. I grab one of his pillows and cover my face, no longer able to keep the groans silent. His lips cover my clit and gently sucks me into his mouth. My hips roll underneath his tongue, unable to stay still. His arm holds my hips down, keeping me in place as he moves it up and down my slit again, using different pressure. Going between soft and hard. "That's it, Issy... show me how much you like this. Tell me how much you want this."
"Y-yes. More..." I couldn't help but gasp out. My eyes roll into the back of my head when his tongue enters me. He sets up a rhythm, hardening his tongue, filling me.... My breathing picks up and I know I'm close. I'm making noises I never thought I could make. My breast ache and I bring my hands up to rub them, trying to relieve the pressure but it only intensifies what Edward is doing. His eyes burning into mine as he watches me, "Yes, touch yourself while I lick you dry." His lips close around my swollen clit again and he sucks hard, hurtling me into an abyss of pleasure. I let out a long moan and he is licking every drop, his tongue missing nothing.
I tried to catch my breath as I came down. Edward crawls over me, his pants and boxers removed and he grabs my knees, pressing them apart. He settles between my legs and I feel his erection along my inner thigh. What I had felt earlier in his car didn't compare with what I felt now. His erection burning into me, thick and hard. "You do taste delicious." he whispered and kissed me long and hard, his tongue mimicking what he had done to my pussy. I move my hips into his, the ache returning.
He groaned and pulled my legs up over his arms. He entered me slowly, the head of his cock rubbing softly against my wet lips. "Fuck..." he groaned out. He pressed deeper until he was fully seated inside of me, my body stretching to accommodate his size. I grip his forearms when I felt pain slice through me and I tense up. Edward placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "It's over baby. No more pain." His voice was strained from holding back, trying to give me time to adjust. I bite my lip hard between my teeth. Oh fuck! He was big, it felt like I could feel it in my throat.
Edward flexed his hips, and I gasped from the sensation. Little trickles of pleasure were returning and I clamp my legs around his lean waist, pulling him closer and deeper inside me. My arms wrap around his shoulders, his head is next to mine on my shoulders where he ran his tongue up behind my ear. He slowly starts moving. His cock sliding in and out of me. He let out a deep groan and increased his pace. His hands held onto my hips as his slammed his hard length into me over and over again. I throw my head back, no longer able to watch, and revel in the feeling of him fucking me.
Our pants turn to groans and our bodies are now slick with sweat. I move my hips with him and hold his hips in place, afraid that he will stop, and somehow, end this feeling. I feel myself climbing toward my release again and I cry out. His lips covering mine, kissing me hard as he groaned into my mouth. Oh god... I didn't want this to end but at the same time I wanted to come. To experience that pleasure again.
"Come with me, Issy." Edward locked his dark green eyes to my own brown ones, willing me to meet him there. His thrusts were now frantic, erratic. The bed shaking with each thrust, he spread my knees even farther apart, lifting my hips on his powerful thighs. He sat back on his heels and he didn't miss a beat, a stroke. He rubbed my clit with his fingers, willing me to come on his cock. "Let go.." he cried hoarsely. "You feel so fucking good.. I need to feel you come on my cock. Now!" He gritted out. And I did.
Pleasure exploding through me and I covered my hands over my face, trying to muffle my screams. "No!" his voice ringing out, "I want to see you. Don't hide from me. Ever." He kept his pace up, thrusting hard and fast. My orgasm was lingering, my insides clamping around his cock, sending him into his own orgasm. His body fell onto mine, shaking. We were both gasping for air, out of breath and I cling to him. He face buried in my neck, I press my nose into the damp hair falling on his cheek, inhaling his scent and closing my eyes. I don't know how long we stayed that way, and I didn't care. All I knew was that I was happy. That is was perfect. I let a smile cover my face as I rubbed his back. He was heavy but I didn't mind, I had never felt so... safe. A calm feeling came over me and I knew right then and there that I was in love with him. This boy that I barely knew. This angel, that had been so out of my reach before.
He rolled off of me and onto his back. His eyes closed as he ran a hand over his face, running it through his hair. I shivered from the sweat cooling on my skin and I roll towards him. His arms fall around me and he pulls me closer to his side. Edward was gently running his fingers up and dow my arm, through my tangled mass of hair. My hair, like me, curling around him. I wanted to pull it out of the way, but it seemed that Edward didn't mind my strands. There was a small smile on his handsome face. His chin dark with stubble. I gently run my fingers over his cheek, feeling the prickles on the pads, still in awe of being here with him. He gently kissed my hand and placed it on his chest. I feel the weight of the day settle over me, my tiredness catching up and claiming me. I, finally, let my eyes drift close with a contented small on my face. And here I thought I was this day to end. Thank God, it didn't.
We hold hands as Edward drives me home. I'm in heaven. I'm pleasantly sore in places I didn't even know I had.
After we had woken up after a short nap, we got dressed, stealing kisses in between putting our clothes back on. We left as quietly as we came, no one stirring and seeing what was going on. I kind of felt like a thief, being in his parent's house without them knowing. Edward never mentioned if they were home or not. He didn't talk about his family at all, in fact. I bit my life and looked out the window of his car. His fingers wrapped around mine, swallowing my tiny hand in his. Did this mean we were a couple now?
I glance at Edward and I can't read anything in his face. He is still as beautiful as always. His hair now even more wild and tossed, the bronze color more vivid. I remember running my fingers through those soft strands and I sighed. He glanced over at me, tightening his grip on my hand. "You okay?"
"Yes, I am." I smiled at him when I realized that it was true. I was fine. I lean over and kiss his cheek. He looked at me with surprise. "What? I'm sorry, was I not supposed to..." I trailed off.
"No, no. That was just... " He grinned, "You just caught me off guard, Issy girl."
We pulled up in front of my house and my bubble of happiness is threatening to disappear. Damn, I hadn't thought about Charlie since I've been with Edward. I didn't know if my dad was home or not.
"Are your parents home? I hope you don't get into trouble, I kept you out pretty late." He ran his finger down my cheek and I kissed the tip.
"It'll be fine, Edward. Don't worry about it." I knew Charlie wasn't exactly waiting up for me to get home. He was with his own lover tonight. Booze.
"Do you want me to walk you to your door?" he offered. I didn't want him to get out of his car, I didn't know if Charlie would make an appearance and embarrass the fuck out of me. I wanted to keep the happy bubble of this world we had created tonight. My dad would only ruin it. I was suddenly nervous. I had to get Edward to leave before something happened.
"N-no, I got it." I prayed he would leave it at that.
I didn't want to talk to him about Charlie. Edward was something good in my life and Charlie was... well he was... not. I just wanted to keep the two separated in my mind, praying they would never meet. I anxiously looked around, hoping that my dad wouldn't stumble out on the lawn in his underwear or something. That's all I needed, to explain Charlie to the one person I hoped to never have to. There are no lights on, so maybe Charlie wasn't there. I can't take that chance though. Those thoughts spurned me on, and I quickly reach for the door handle.
"Wait." Edward grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, giving me a deep kiss. For a minute, I wanted to tell him to keep driving. "Well.. um... thanks for the ride, Edward." I blushed when I thought about the things he did to me tonight. I really wanted to say thanks for the orgasms and when can we do this again. My body remembering his touches, his whispers. I broke the kiss, I had to stop for fear of begging him to take me back to his room. His bed. I jump out and quickly open door to the house, taking one last look at him. He was still in the driveway watching me get safely inside. I give him a small wave and shut the door.
I heard his car back out and I slide down the front door. Wow. I bury face in my hands and I can barely contain the squeal thats threatening to ring through my house. I can still smell him. My day might have started off shitty, but it sure ended on the right note. Giddy, I get up and move through the living room, turning on lights, and I call out for my dad. My shoulders slumped when I heard no answer. Great. I told myself I would let him fend for himself tonight, but he was still my dad. I had to make sure he was okay. I headed to the kitchen for a drink. The excitement of riding home with Edward gave way to sleepiness. Damn, I needed some more sleep. Tomorrow was Saturday and the only thing I had to do was practice my violin. Edward was now in on the list with Lucy, my violin. The list of my favorite things to do. I giggle at the thought.
My foot caught on something and I barely keep my balance. I heard a groan.
"Dad?" I flicked on the light and took in the sight of Charlie. Fuck.
He was sprawled across the floor covered in vomit, his head laying against the refrigerator. He looked like shit, his eyes bleary and red rimmed, the dark stubble on his face a testament to him not shaving in awhile. My dad wasn't that old, he was forty-six, but he may as well have been sixty. The lines is his face were etched deep into his weathered skin, his hair was grayer than I remembered. I looked around the kitchen and it was in shambles. There was broken glass everywhere, with the chairs from the small kitchen table tipped over. The cabinets were opened and there was trash on the floor from the trash can being overturned. It looked like a war zone. I said goodbye to my early bedtime, this shit was going to take forever to clean up.
My eyes filled up with tears and I gritted my teeth, trying to keep myself together. I wanted to rage at my dad. I wanted to kick and scream, throwing a tantrum and tell him to get his fucking act together. I wanted to turn around and walk away. Just say 'fuck it' and leave everything behind, including my dad, just like he fucking left me. "Issy, you're home... you're home." Charlie's voice was gravelly and held a hint of desperation. "My baby girl..," he whispered over and over to himself. He drunkenly held out his arms as if he wanted to give me a hug. I walked over and sit on my heels in front of him to see if he was hurt. It wasn't uncommon to find Charlie cut or bruised from running into something when he was like this.
"Are you hurt?" I ask him. I worriedly think about if I ever have to take him to the hospital. There was no way I could afford those bills. I tried to keep those thoughts at bay, and try to worry about what was in front of me right now. I just needed to finish up my senior year, I already had a full academic ride to the University of Washington. I wasn't going to blow it with only five months left before graduation. I had worked too hard. I had to get the hell out of Forks and get room to breathe. To be me. " You know Dad, you have to be careful. We don't have the money for doctors and I can't waste anymore days from school. I need to-"
"You think you're better than me, don't you?" My head snapped up. "You think I don't notice you lookin' at me like I'm nothing, like I'm a piece of shit." I ignore him, and continue to clean up his shirt the best I can with some paper towels. The thing I've learned about an alcoholic is the mood swings. He could go from quiet and brooding to yelling in a matter of a few seconds. I also learned quickly that arguing with him was pointless, it was like talking to a brick wall. They had no concept of right and wrong when drunk. "Answer me, goddammit!" He slammed his hands onto the floor, causing me to jump back. The noise echoed throughout the room. I swallowed nervously. Charlie was glaring at me now, his chest heaving like he had run ten miles.
"What are you talking about, Dad?" My voice was quiet and soft. Maybe if I didn't raise my voice this would blow over. If I stayed calm he would, eventually, settle down and go to sleep. Tiring himself out and leaving me in peace on top of it.
Charlie struggled to his feet, wiping his arm across his face to get rid of the stains that had dried around his mouth. "You're a little bitch, you know that?" He was stumbling toward me. "I can see how you give me looks.... like I'm the one who ruined everything for you." He was yelling and he grabbed my arms in a tight grip. So tight, I could feel my circulation being cut off. He was right in my face and I could smell his breath. It was stale, smelled of the traces of him emptying his stomach. I held my own breath in hopes that I wouldn't get sick myself.
"Well what about me?! What about what I think, huh?" I was stunned. After all that we had been through, never once had I been afraid of my father. Never. But at this moment I was terrified of him. I had never seen him like this. His eyes were wild and filled with.... rage. My legs started to shake and my breathing picked up. Charlie was still stronger and bigger than me. If he ever... "Answer me!" he roared, shaking me like I was a rag doll. I was trying to keep on my feet, my shoes sliding in the mess he had made on the floor. "You think you're better? Huh? Don't you!" Each word was accompanied by a hard shake. I thought my head was going to roll off of my shoulders, the force was so hard.
I should have left as soon as I saw what state he was in, but no. I tried to be a good daughter and make sure he hadn't killed himself. I had no idea this would happen. I could feel the tears running down my face. "D-dad. Just c-calm down. I don't think-" Crack! Pain exploded through my head as my neck snapped back from the force of Charlie's large hand against my cheek. My back hit the wall behind me and I clutched my face in my hands. The right side of my face was throbbing and the corner of my mouth hurt. I touched a shaky hand to my mouth and look at the small trickle of blood on my finger. I let out a whimper. Oh my god. He hit me. I can't believe my dad hit me. I feel the sobs building in my throat and I let out a whimper. Oh god...
How did I get here? To this place in my life? This wasn't real. I prayed that if I closed my eyes and then opened them again, I would be safe, in my bed. I thought about my mom and the sobs came harder. I missed her so much. I needed her. I needed her to help me get through this. I couldn't do this anymore, alone. I didn't know what else to do, how to keep myself going to make it. I was so close to the freedom of letting this burden go. And yes...my dad had just become a burden. And I think that thought, alone, broke my heart more than anything else. Even him hitting me.
I looked at him in horror and he just stood there, staring back at me. There was no remorse, just a mask. This wasn't my father. The man I knew and loved would have never done this. He always protected me, never hurt me. His eyes broke from mine and fell to the floor. It was like the past five minutes didn't happen. All emotion had left his face, leaving it cold and blank. "Get out of here," he spit out.
I turned and ran.
Oh boy... I had no clue this chapter would end this way. I just went where it took me. Thank you to those who favored my story. And a special thank you to my very first and only reviewer. I continue because of you.