Now She's Ripping Wings Off of Butterflies
"You betrayed my trust, Porsche." My father said firmly.
"I know." I spat.
"Why?"
"First of all, this morning better not count, I obeyed you there." I calmed myself down. "But this afternoon I don't know."
"You don't know why you disobeyed me?"
"I-I-No! I don't know! Okay? Are you happy?" I asked.
"No, I am not happy." He spoke calmly, "I am not happy that my fifteen year old daughter is having sex with a fifty year old man!"
I blinked.
"But your fifteen year old daughter is happy." I whispered.
"But it's not right!" He tried to make me understand. "I understand your point of view, sweetie, but you should try to understand mine. You're sleeping with someone so much older than you, it's slightly pedophile-like, and you aren't thinking it through."
"We're already mates." I closed my eyes.
"I know that. I want you to know that you need to have your own position in the world." He said gently, "You're only fifteen. You don't have to let him have his way with you."
"Can I have this talk with mom? It's creeping me out." I admitted.
"Fine, but I want to tell you that I'm giving you one more chance. You can let Ben sleep in your room if that's all you do, sleep." He told me, "If you decide not to obey that, then we'll see what Bran would say to taking either you or Ben for a little while."
I winced.
"Fine."
It wasn't fine.
He wasn't playing fair.
I guess Ben had already been made aware of the rules because he was already in my room when I went up there. He was on his side staring at the door like he was waiting for me. I gave him a weak smile and laid down next to him.
"What's wrong?" He murmured, wiping a tear I had shed from my cheek.
"I want to stay with you." I buried my face into his chest and he held me.
"Yeah, I know." He sighed.
"He's not playing fair." I continued, "The punishment is way worse than the crime!"
"He doesn't have to play fair, he's the alpha and he's your father. Both tend not to play entirely fair." Ben rolled me over and I whined.
"Not my fault, darling, you need to get your ass to sleep."
"Did you just call me darling?" I asked, surprised.
"I used 'ass' in the same sentence, don't be too thrilled." He laughed.
"That is…true…" I thought for a moment. "Okay." I fell asleep pretty quickly.
"I love you." I whispered.
"Yeah, I love you too." I thought I must've been hallucinating because the last time I had to drag that out of him.
I fell asleep.
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"Morning." I yawned, stretching and pulling myself out of Ben's grasp. He reached over further, grabbed my hip, and pulled me back onto the bed.
"Five minutes."
"Five minutes and I miss the bus!" I rolled my eyes and tried to get up, struggling with Ben when he tried to bring me back. Of course he won and he pulled me against him. "Bad dog. BAD!" I snapped.
He chuckled.
"I HAVE SCHOOL IN TWENTY MINUTES!"
"Forty-five." His eyes were still closed.
"THE BUS COMES IN TWENTY!" I yelled. "I NEED TO TAKE A SHOWER AND CHANGE AND EVERYTHING!"
"Can't you skip?" He complained.
"Listen, Mister, THIS IS MY HOUSE AND YOU ARE ON MY BED! DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" I struggled.
"Damn it, I have a bad feeling." Ben sighed and released me, I rolled off the bed in surprise and landed with a thud and a squeak.
"Ow!" I whined, getting up and brushing myself off. His eyes glistened in amusement. "This is your fault, don't you dare laugh at me." I growled.
He laughed.
"I. Hate. You." I hit him with my pillow. I know he could've stopped it, but he was laughing too hard to try. Eventually I gave up and stormed downstairs, forgetting my plans on a shower entirely. Mom glanced over her shoulder at me.
"Rough morning?" She looked amused and I knew she could hear what had been going on.
"He's laughing at me." I grumbled.
"I'm sure he is." She nodded.
I shoved half a bagel in my mouth and ran upstairs to get clothes.
"OUT!" I pointed at the door after swallowing my bagel.
Ben raised an eyebrow.
"Porsche, I've-"
"Out." I said a little calmer.
He stayed in his spot on my bed.
"Now."
No response.
"Please?"
Nothing.
"Will it kill you to leave so I can change?"
"Quite possibly."
"Ben!" I whined, crossing my arms. "Can't you just leave for two minutes?"
"I was sleeping!' He protested.
"Yeah, uh-huh." I nodded, "Now, get out of my room."
He sighed and heaved himself up. I rolled my eyes at his effort.
"Thank you!" I called as he left down the hall. I turned around when I spoke and realized the bastard hadn't fucking closed the door. "Really, thanks."
I heard his laughter again and I growled lowly as I took a shower in record time and changed into normal clothes.
I heard the bus coming around the corner when I grabbed my bag and ran out to meet it before I stopped. The air smelled wrong. I ran back inside and into the kitchen, my eyes wide.
"Porsche, what's wrong?" My mom asked.
And then there was an explosion sound, I bit my lip when I flinched at the noise.
"That's wrong…"
A/N-
I am sorry this chapter is so short. I kinda wanted to torture you all with a cliffy! Its not much of one but its ok! I consider it one!
Did people get hurt?
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