Hurt and Betrayed

I thought I would feel strange about waking up in bed next to my godfather knowing we had sex the night before but I didn't. I mean sure, I did feel like we made a huge mistake but…in a way I didn't think it mattered. My father damn sure didn't give about me so why would he care if I let my Godfather talk me out of my panties for a night? At least he actually cared about what happens to me.

I looked up at him just as he was opening his eyes. I loved the color of his eyes so much; they made me feel so entranced.

"Good Morning," I said to him with a smile.

He smiled at me at first and then frowned. "Kitty...what did we do?"

I looked at him like he was crazy. "What do you mean, you know exactly what happened between us."

"Yea I do but…come on Kitty we've got to go." He said.

I was a bit confused by his sudden change of attitude, but of course I didn't bother to ask. I got up and got dressed like he told me to before we left the hotel. He was quiet for most of the ride home, not looking at me at all. I was feeling so uncomfortable about the whole situation, so I shut off the radio and started asking questions.

"Mark…what's wrong?" I asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

He sighed and squeezed the steering wheel. "Kitty, I don't want to talk about this."

"Well I do!" I snapped getting his attention. "Why are you suddenly acting like this?"

"Because…I made a mistake Kitty. I shouldn't have led you on like that last night." He told me. "Your mom made me your godfather to protect you…not to sleep with you."

I chuckled, "And your thinking about this now?"

He glared at me, "Oh please, don't act like your innocent either."

"What do you mean!" I asked.

He shook his head, "Nevermind, it's nothing."

"Clearly it's something if you brought it up…so tell me…what was it you were going to say?" I said as I folded my arms.

He pulled the truck over and then parked it before turning to me. His eyes…the ones that I fell in love with only last night, were now scaring the hell out of me.

"You listen to me Katrina….you are just like your mother was." He said.

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"Exactly what it means…you used those eyes and those teasing little comments to hook me. Then you reeled me in and forced me to do something I didn't want to do…plain and simple."

My mouth fell open as tears began to fill my eyes, "I can't believe you just said that to me…how dare you try to blame all this on me when you were trying to get in my pants all by yourself."

He chuckled, "Wow…that's something your mother would have said too.."

"Stop comparing me to my mother! She's dead you asshole!" I said as tears fell from my eyes. "You know what…just take me home…and you can leave this afternoon…I'll be fine in the house without you."

He sighed, "Wait Kat…I'm-"

"-Don't apologize….the damage is done." I said quietly as I stared out of the window. "Please just take me home."

He didn't say anything else. He just simply turned around and started the truck. I didn't know how to feel or act at that moment…all I knew was that my Godfather, the one man I thought would be my knight in shining armor was actually pig headed jerk just like my father.

As soon as we got to my place, I hopped out of the car and ran into the house. I didn't even notice my father and some woman standing in the hallway as I ran straight up the stairs and into my room, slamming my door shut. I didn't want to be bothered with anyone in that house. To me, I was all alone now and no one could be trusted. I cried for what seemed like hours before getting up for a hot bath.

Before he left, Mark tried to come up and see me but I wouldn't open the door.

"Come on Katrina…I just want to say bye." He said.

I still didn't answer him, I just laid on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, unable to get Mark's harse words out of my head.

"Alright fine…I guess I'll see you whenever I come visit again…"

Before he left, he slid a white envelope under my door. I glanced over at it and waited for him to move away from the door so I could get up and get it. I sighed as I stared at it wanting to rip it up into pieces, but something told me to hold onto it. I walked over to my desk and placed it inside the small drawer. I then happened to look out my window and I saw Mark looking up at me. He was standing beside his truck with a look of regret on his face. He sighed and then got into his truck, pulling off a few moments later. I wasn't sure exactly why I did it, but I fell to my knees and started pouring my eyes out. There were so many emotions running through my head at that moment that I just wanted to roll over and die. I could only hope that my life wouldn't get any worse after that night…