I Was Never Yours

Chapter 22

Callie P.O.V

I open the door slowly to avoid any unwanted creaks glancing down the hallway as I do to make sure all the bedrooms are dark, making special care to check that the door right beside my own doesn't have light seeping through the cracks. Satisfied that there is no light on in my father's room, I creep out cautiously, being sure to keep my bare feet planted to the floor so as not to give Harry a heart attack. We make our way in silence down the short length of  hall and just as we come to the corner I hold a hand back to Harry's chest to stop his momentum.

"The TV is still on." I whisper, as the sound of Dwight Schrute preaching on the qualities of beets drifts to our ears. "But everyone's lights are off..."

"So they fell asleep." Harry states, and I nod.

"Or they forgot to turn it off?" I shrug, "stay behind the corner though, I'll make sure the coast is clear." He nods, leaning against the wall.

Stealthily I crane my head around the corner, trying to find a body in the couch but it's so dark I can't see much. There is a sort of bunching over the sofa but I'm fairly certain it's just the large fuzzy blanket we keep draped over the top. So sucking in a breath for courage, I tiptoe to the bar and grab a bottle of what I think is scotch, the cool glass moulding into my hand.

Suddenly there's a moan and a shifting behind me. I spin around, punching the light. The room is flooded with light to reveal my Dad, reclined on the couch, with the brunette woman wedged between his naked thighs. Her head bobbing up and down like a carnival game, only I know she isn't hunting for apples. The bottle slips from my fingers, the glass shattering on impact with the tile flooring, scotch splashing over my toes.

My Dad opens his eyes wide at the sudden lack of darkness and the sound of glass shattering, "oh fuck!" He yells, grabbing a sham and cramming it between himself and the woman, who is frantically cramming a breast back into her shirt.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I scream, my hands balled into fists at my side. My rage combined with gratefulness that the woman's body had blocked out most of the indecency this time.

"What happened?" Harry peels around the corner stopping sharply before the broken glass. Looking up, his face contorting into confusion then recognition, he blurts with an aghast laugh, "damn Mr Stark, you get around!"

I smack him hard on the shoulder, "shut up." I hiss. And then glaring at my Dad who atleast has the decency to look ashamed, I grab a new bottle of scotch. Holding it tight to my chest I say, with all the venom I can muster, "we're taking this then!"

Getting ahold of Harry's arm I begin to drag him back to my room but Tony, finding his voice, calls after me, "hey you've got to take care of that mess."

"Fine!" I scream, cussing while I throw out a hand and supernaturally lift the liquid and glass into the air and toss it into the waste basket.

"Holy shit!" Harry whispers, and as I pull him hard into my room I hear the woman gasp something about my having super powers.

I slam the door once we're both in my room, and begin pacing back and forth, unsure what to do with myself.

"Oh my god Callie! You're a fucking super hero?" Harry turns on me, halting my pacing.

"What? Hell no, I can just do weird shit." I roll my eyes at him, "and besides, we keep it quiet."

"So the other day when you saved me from falling down the stairs? I knew you were too far to grab me." Harry muses, pressing a finger to his chin.

"What? Oh yeah, that was me." I confirm distractedly, feeling myself becoming overwhelmed and I have to fight the urge to run out the door.

Harry stands up, grabbing my shoulders to make my pacing ceases. "Are you okay?" He smirks at me. "That's the second time this week, is this a new girlfriend? Or is your Dad like a sex addict or something?"