Truth Out Of Darkness
Chapter 19
Brady and Chloe slowly made their way to the Wesley's front porch. She was in front of him with her back to him. He had his right arm tight around her waist, and their left hands were joined. Chloe leaned back, so her weight was supported by Brady.
Brady opened the door with the key Craig had given him and turned on the lights. He helped Chloe inside. Brady took one look at all the stairs between here and her room and thought, There's nooo way I'm doing this up those stairs. It took 5 minutes to get from the jeep to the porch!
He slowly lifted Chloe up in his arms, causing her to giggle. "That's the 5th time you've giggled tonight, Chloe. Those must be some awesome pills." Brady joked.
Chloe only smiled lazily in response. She was feeling gooood right now. She was still disoriented, and still couldn't think straight, but she was feelin' fine.
Brady took care going up the stairs not to jostle Chloe. I don't want her to throw up AGAIN! Don't think about the expensive upholstery in the jeep, Brady.
They entered her room and Brady gently set her down on her bed. She was sitting up with her legs hanging down the edge. Her head fell forward and she just stared at the floor. Brady realized that he would have to undress her, she couldn't do it herself.
He knelt down on the floor in front of her, so his face was in her line of vision. He spoke in a soft sing-song voice reserved for children.
"Okay, Chloe. Time to go to bed. Time to take off your stockings." Chloe's eyes were unfocused - she stared right through Brady's gaze. Her shoes had been taken off earlier; the high heels had made walking impossible for her. He put the shoes on the floor by her bed.
Okay, now for the pantyhose. He furrowed his brow in thought. How am I going to do this? Chloe was totally unaware of him. He sighed deeply.
He gently got Chloe to lay down on the bed. Keeping his head turned away, he slowly ran his hands up the outer sides of her legs. The feel of the silken hose beneath his fingertips drove him crazy. And apparently, he wasn't the only one affected.
Chloe moaned softly and began to breathe rapidly. Her lips parted slightly and her eyes darkened. Brady's body responded instantly. Wicked thoughts ran through his mind. He wondered what it would be like to touch her, kiss her, make love to her. Not now, Brady. Not like this. He pushed all erotic thoughts out of his mind and focused on the business at hand. He rolled the hose down her smooth legs and pulled them off her feet. He threw them down on the floor beside her shoes.
He went to her dresser to find a nightgown. He pulled out a midnight blue satin gown and found himself wondering what it would look like on Chloe. Stop it! He put it away and settled on a heavy, flannel, ugly sleepshirt.
"Okay," he said. "Time to take off your dress like a good girl." Chloe giggled. Brady gently pulled her to her feet and had her stand in front of him facing away. He was pulling her dress off over her head when suddenly, she began to cry and struggle against him. He held her tightly to keep her from falling, wondering what was wrong with her.
Her eyes were wide and staring at something only she could see. She cried louder. "Please," she begged. "Please don't. I'll be a good girl. Please don't." she sobbed heavily and tried to get out of Brady's grasp.
Brady was shocked by her words and let go of her. She fell backwards on the bed and wrapped her arms around her chest in a fetal position. Brady knelt beside her and touched her shoulder. She jumped back from the burning contact, and stared in Brady's eyes.
"Please," she continued. "Don't hurt me." she sobbed uncontrollably, feeling hysterical panic.
"Chloe, It's me. Brady." he looked her in the eyes. "Brady." he repeated slowly. "I would never hurt you, Chloe. You're safe with me."
Chloe's eyes focused on his, seeing him as if for the first time. "Brady." she said slowly. She calmed down and stopped crying. All of the excitement and movement had made her dizziness increase. She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes to fight against the sensation of flying. He lay down beside her and gathered her in his arms and held her tightly. He sang softly to her, while he caressed her hair. He gently kissed the tears from her cheeks and continued to hold her. She soon fell fast asleep.
It took a great deal of effort to wriggle her dress off and her nightgown on, but he did it. And he did it without looking at her, though he was sorely tempted. He pulled the covers up over her and tucked her in. He kissed her on her forehead. "Goodnight, Chloe." She murmured softly in return.
He settled into a chair by her bed and watched her sleep, marveling at the sight of her. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. His heart ached for her, burdened by emotions he had hoped to unload tonight. I can't tell her yet. Not until she's over this.
His mind replayed her emotional scene earlier. He wondered what she had been talking about and knew he was afraid of the answer. I know she's had a hard life in foster care, but is it possible she was abused?
He looked at her again. She was so precious to him. He couldn't believe it had taken him this long to realize it. Their connection was so strong, at times it was like they knew what the other was thinking and feeling. He wondered if the connection would give him insight into her past. She's suffered so much already. I have to make sure she doesn't suffer anymore.
He continued to watch her sleep, drowning in the depth of his love for her. She moved once in her sleep and murmured out, "I love you, Brady." He looked at her and smiled. She was deeply asleep.
"I love you too, Chloe."
Chapter 19
Brady and Chloe slowly made their way to the Wesley's front porch. She was in front of him with her back to him. He had his right arm tight around her waist, and their left hands were joined. Chloe leaned back, so her weight was supported by Brady.
Brady opened the door with the key Craig had given him and turned on the lights. He helped Chloe inside. Brady took one look at all the stairs between here and her room and thought, There's nooo way I'm doing this up those stairs. It took 5 minutes to get from the jeep to the porch!
He slowly lifted Chloe up in his arms, causing her to giggle. "That's the 5th time you've giggled tonight, Chloe. Those must be some awesome pills." Brady joked.
Chloe only smiled lazily in response. She was feeling gooood right now. She was still disoriented, and still couldn't think straight, but she was feelin' fine.
Brady took care going up the stairs not to jostle Chloe. I don't want her to throw up AGAIN! Don't think about the expensive upholstery in the jeep, Brady.
They entered her room and Brady gently set her down on her bed. She was sitting up with her legs hanging down the edge. Her head fell forward and she just stared at the floor. Brady realized that he would have to undress her, she couldn't do it herself.
He knelt down on the floor in front of her, so his face was in her line of vision. He spoke in a soft sing-song voice reserved for children.
"Okay, Chloe. Time to go to bed. Time to take off your stockings." Chloe's eyes were unfocused - she stared right through Brady's gaze. Her shoes had been taken off earlier; the high heels had made walking impossible for her. He put the shoes on the floor by her bed.
Okay, now for the pantyhose. He furrowed his brow in thought. How am I going to do this? Chloe was totally unaware of him. He sighed deeply.
He gently got Chloe to lay down on the bed. Keeping his head turned away, he slowly ran his hands up the outer sides of her legs. The feel of the silken hose beneath his fingertips drove him crazy. And apparently, he wasn't the only one affected.
Chloe moaned softly and began to breathe rapidly. Her lips parted slightly and her eyes darkened. Brady's body responded instantly. Wicked thoughts ran through his mind. He wondered what it would be like to touch her, kiss her, make love to her. Not now, Brady. Not like this. He pushed all erotic thoughts out of his mind and focused on the business at hand. He rolled the hose down her smooth legs and pulled them off her feet. He threw them down on the floor beside her shoes.
He went to her dresser to find a nightgown. He pulled out a midnight blue satin gown and found himself wondering what it would look like on Chloe. Stop it! He put it away and settled on a heavy, flannel, ugly sleepshirt.
"Okay," he said. "Time to take off your dress like a good girl." Chloe giggled. Brady gently pulled her to her feet and had her stand in front of him facing away. He was pulling her dress off over her head when suddenly, she began to cry and struggle against him. He held her tightly to keep her from falling, wondering what was wrong with her.
Her eyes were wide and staring at something only she could see. She cried louder. "Please," she begged. "Please don't. I'll be a good girl. Please don't." she sobbed heavily and tried to get out of Brady's grasp.
Brady was shocked by her words and let go of her. She fell backwards on the bed and wrapped her arms around her chest in a fetal position. Brady knelt beside her and touched her shoulder. She jumped back from the burning contact, and stared in Brady's eyes.
"Please," she continued. "Don't hurt me." she sobbed uncontrollably, feeling hysterical panic.
"Chloe, It's me. Brady." he looked her in the eyes. "Brady." he repeated slowly. "I would never hurt you, Chloe. You're safe with me."
Chloe's eyes focused on his, seeing him as if for the first time. "Brady." she said slowly. She calmed down and stopped crying. All of the excitement and movement had made her dizziness increase. She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes to fight against the sensation of flying. He lay down beside her and gathered her in his arms and held her tightly. He sang softly to her, while he caressed her hair. He gently kissed the tears from her cheeks and continued to hold her. She soon fell fast asleep.
It took a great deal of effort to wriggle her dress off and her nightgown on, but he did it. And he did it without looking at her, though he was sorely tempted. He pulled the covers up over her and tucked her in. He kissed her on her forehead. "Goodnight, Chloe." She murmured softly in return.
He settled into a chair by her bed and watched her sleep, marveling at the sight of her. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. His heart ached for her, burdened by emotions he had hoped to unload tonight. I can't tell her yet. Not until she's over this.
His mind replayed her emotional scene earlier. He wondered what she had been talking about and knew he was afraid of the answer. I know she's had a hard life in foster care, but is it possible she was abused?
He looked at her again. She was so precious to him. He couldn't believe it had taken him this long to realize it. Their connection was so strong, at times it was like they knew what the other was thinking and feeling. He wondered if the connection would give him insight into her past. She's suffered so much already. I have to make sure she doesn't suffer anymore.
He continued to watch her sleep, drowning in the depth of his love for her. She moved once in her sleep and murmured out, "I love you, Brady." He looked at her and smiled. She was deeply asleep.
"I love you too, Chloe."