Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

Cheap Heels And Skimpy Dresses

As Kinnick's truck pulled in front of my house, I noticed the golden lights inside illuminating inside. My fingertips brushed the door handle at the sight of someone being home. I haven't come home to a house full of light since my momma was there, but I knew she wasn't waiting for me.

My face fell because I knew she wouldn't be dancing in the kitchen, humming to her oldies playlist when I walked through the front door. My momma would be walking around the house in her yellow apron, dusting the furniture. She wouldn't be there at all. Not even to say that she loved me before I went to bed.

I caught sight of my dad's SUV in the driveway, wondering why it had to be him who was here and not her. Kinnick tried asking me if everything would be okay, but I slipped out of the truck without saying anything. I wanted to know why my dad was home, but nothing could prepare me for what I would go through, even if someone gave me a step-by-step explanation.

As I stepped onto the front porch, I could hear a woman's laughter. My heart twitched with pain because I knew it wasn't hers. I felt my breathing fail as I sucked in the cool air, hoping to make it better. My shaky hands pushed open the front door to see a woman sitting on the living room couch with a wine glass in her hand.

Her green eyes looked up at me as she pushed back her long blonde hair. "Oh, you must be Boston. God, Seth, she is more beautiful than you described her!"

She stood up from her seat, setting the glass onto the coffee table. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she approached me with her arms wide open. I stepped backward as she leaned inward, but that only made her laugh. My dad told me to be nice, but I couldn't get over the woman standing in my house.

"This is Ashely," dad wrapped an arm around her back. "We have worked together -"

"Nice," I interrupted. "I am going upstairs."

"Who dropped you off?" He narrowed his eyes at me.

"What?"

"Who dropped you off?" He repeated the question as if he already knew the answer.

"A friend."

"A friend?" He spat. "That boy is a criminal! Do you know what he is capable of?"

"No," I retorted, feeling the anger rising in my body. "So, maybe you should tell me. All I hear is how bad of a person he is, but no one has told me why. But the criminal who is capable of so much is the one who walked me home, making sure I got here safely after you left me sitting outside of the gym in the middle of the night."

"I had a call -"

"You have a daughter!" I snapped. "How is it that you can make sure everyone else is safe except for me?"

Before I walked away, I looked at Ashley as I pointed at the wine. "I hope you are enjoying yourself as you drink the wine my mom was gifted on her wedding night."

My dad snapped as I turned away from him. "Boston Marie Bennett!"

I flipped around, staring at him with disgust. "It didn't take long for you to get rid of all of her other stuff! Quick enough for another woman to slide in and try to take her place. News flash, she never will. Not wearing cheap heels and skimpy dresses."

"That is enough! If you keep up with this attitude -"

"You'll what?"

He stared at me with hard eyes as he tried to contemplate his answer. "Go upstairs and don't come back down unless you are asked."

"I am nineteen," I rolled my eyes. "I don't take orders from you."

"This is my house -"

"This is mom's house!" My voice raised. "Her name is on the lease!"

He didn't call after me as I walked to my room. I expected him to come stomping up the stairs when I slammed my door. When Ashely's voice filled the house again, I turned on the stereo in my room, letting it blast through my room. Screams of frustration left my mouth as I threw my phone across the room.

I couldn't stop the heat in my body from rising as I chucked things off of my desk, letting the glass shatter on my bedroom walls as I tried releasing the pain in my chest. Tears streamed down my face as I fell to the ground, letting the sobs break through my lips.

When arms wrapped around my body, I fought the person behind me. My body trashed as I kicked my legs back and forth, screaming for them to let me go. Through the tears, I saw tattooed arms tightening their hold on me.

"Bo," Kinnick spoke softly. "I got you."

I turned around in his arms, pressing my palms against his chest as I sobbed into his chest. His fingers ran through my hair, rubbing at my scalp as he tried soothing me. My head pounded from the music blaring through the speakers and the cries of pain leaving my lips.

"I am here," he rubbed my head. "It's okay. I am here."

Why did my dad have to be like that? He signed me up for a therapist - who threatened to send me away. Ever since then, I haven't spoken a word from my past. No one knew about my suicidal tendencies. They didn't need to worry either.

How could I forget that night? From my rape to seeing my mom's car blow up with her inside. I can't fall asleep without one or the other suffocating me. When I start talking about it, I can smell the burning flesh.

As his hands cupped the side of my face, I struggled to feel comfortable with him seeing me. That was until his forehead was pressing against mine, and I felt the warmth of his palms. Everything felt right.

"I've got you, baby."

I wasn't sure how he was inside of my bedroom right now, holding me in his arms, but I didn't care. He was here, and that was all I needed to breathe. He knew how to pull me from the darkness of my mind and save me from all of my thoughts.

"Let's get out of here," he mumbled into my ear. "I want to take you somewhere."

After helping me up from the ground, he helped me search for the clothes he recommended me to wear. I searched my dirty closest for rain boots as he pulled a vest and knitted sweater from the racks.

I shoved a pair of gloves and extra fluffy socks from my nightstand before slipping into my black rain boots. When I looked in the mirror, my red face stared back at me. My reading glasses on the nightstand were the only thing I could think of that would cover my ugly.

"Beautiful," Kinnick said as he looked at me through the mirror.

I turned around to him. "How did you get inside?"

"I thought I heard screaming, so I came rushing inside."

"What if my dad was here?"

"I don't care," he brought me into his chest again. "I had to make sure you were okay."