Teach Me to Kiss

Confident Liar

I stopped my hand just above her quivering body.

Did I hear her right?

Her words kept on replaying in my head.

"Please don't hurt me, dad."

Over and over again. But my brain didn't sink it in. Did I hear her right? Did her father...? What the actual fuck? My breathing started to speed up and my eyes started to glaze over with anger when the words slowly sunk into me. But before I could do anything, I heard Farrah wimper again causing to broke up my thoughts. 

"It's just me Farrah." I whisper to her soothingly and tried to touch her shoulder but she backed away. My chest ached. 

Her eyes were shut tight and her knees were folded and pushed towards her stomach. She covered her ears with her hands and silent tears were streaming down her face. She was still shaking making my chest ache a lot more.

"Help." She said in a small shaky voice and I immediately moved.

Fuck it.

At first she backed away when she felt someone was going to touch her but I insisted. I carried her in my arms bridal style and stood up. Farrah's head was burried on my neck while her hands fisted my white shirt. I stood there giving everyone who was watching us a glare.

"MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS!" I shouted to them and immediately everybody turned their heads away from Farrah and I and continued what they were doing. I turned towards the exit and saw Burner standing there still wide eyed like he couldn't beieve he did that. Stupid fucking bastard. This is all his fault.

"I, I..." I ignored and walked past him but he held me by the arm.

"Give her to me." He said in a hard voice. My eyes flared. He fucking dared ask me that. He FUCKING dared. At that point I wanted to kill the bastard. 

I pulled my arm from him, harshly, also trying to be careful since Farrah was in my arms. She was still shaking but it toned down considerably. I was beyond happy that she would find comfort from me and I would be glad to comfort her more but I had to deal with this fucktard first.

"Farrah's mine." I growled to him. "So fucking back off." I sneered at him. 

Burner glared at me but didn't make a move. I turned away from him and continued walking outside. Farrah would occasionally let out a whimper and clutch on me tightly. I was happy with her in my arms but my mind was whirling. The words she said was  still jumbling in my mind. She was abused by her father and the thought literally made me shake in anger. I tried calming myself down especially since I was holding precious cargo. But every once in  while, while I was walking towards my car, an image will pass in my head. It was Farrah on the floor all bruised and beaten and her Father stood near her smiling maniacally. Oh God, what happened to her? 

Once we were at my car, I walked towards the passenger seat and was having trouble opening it. But after a few minutes I finally managed to open it and lower Farrah down. But the moment I let her go, she clutched at my shirt tightly. 

"Don't go." She pleaded. 

"I won't babe, I promise." I reassured her and she reluctantly let go of my shirt. I ran fast towards the other side and opened the door. I sat on the driver's seat and turned towards Farrah. She was sitting in that shell of hers, knees folded and head down. 

"Farrah?" I said gently. She looked at me. Her forest green eyes teary and broken. All those times, she was hiding the pain. Trying to show the world that she was okay and still continued to live even though she experienced rough times. My heart ached at the thought of what she experienced or maybe still experienced. I immediately took her in my arms.