Memories

Chapter Thirty

It's been a week since our trip to California. Octavius had been very kind to me since then, but I would be alright. I was back home and I never had to deal with that man ever again.

Octavius had told Sarah that same night that we needed a flight home. That it was immature to talk to someone's daughter the way my father did. Sarah apologized millions of times before we were home. And when we did get home, my mother called and was furious with what I told her. Octavius did most of the talking, since I was mostly crying.

It was already night, a beautiful Thursday night. The first day this week I didn't cry, which made me feel a bit better. And Octavius showed support the whole way. He was very furious, very very angry, with my father. He hated that man because he knew why I never really showed interest in talking about him.

"You stink."

I looked up from my book, curled up on the couch, placing my book down on the coffee table. "Excuse me?" I laughed out loud.

Octavius chuckled sitting in the lazy boy across from me. "You stink. You need to shower."

I gasped, holding my heart as if he hurt it, "Wow. Aren't you supposed to love me no matter what?"

Octavius chuckled, standing up slowly, the actuators whirring awake. He held his hand out for me to grab. I did and he helped me on my feet. He kissed the top of my hand before leading me to our master bathroom. "I'll even wash you myself so you don't smell."

I laughed, covering my face with my other hand. "You're embarrassing me."

Octavius twirled me to face the mirror, his hands were placed on my waist. He squeezed my hips, causing me to laugh lightly. I looked at us in the mirror. His actuators were behind him, trying to look intimidating before giving up. Octavius had dark circles under his eyes, and his dark brown hair was messy and curly. He wore sweats and an old tee that had holes for the actuators.

I looked at myself, standing in my sweats and tee. My face was puffy with tear streaks down my cheeks. I could hear the record player playing in the bedroom. A Micheal Jackson record was on. The song 'Rock with you' was playing.

"I wanna rock with you..." Octavius softly sang.

I giggled, "All night..."

Octavius grabbed a hair brush and started brushing my hair, "Dance you into the..."

"Sunlight, and we're gonna rock the night away." I sang through my laughs.

Octavius smiled brightly, seeing me more chiper, more myself. "You're a horrible singer." He spoke while brushing the knots out of my hair.

I danced a little in place, doing the disco dance. "You too, but it's okay."
Octavius chuckled while he sat the brush down. "Are you comfortable with a bath? I don't have to actually wash you myself. It was more of a-."

I spun to face him, "That would be lovely."

He started the bath, the bubbles and water rising. I felt the water, turning it to the perfect temperature. I looked at him, motioning him to turn around.

He nodded before facing the opposite way. I quickly stripped and stepped into the tub, sinking in. The water went all the way to my lower shoulders, and the bubbles censored my naked body. But that didn't help the rapid heart beat in my chest. He could easily peek through, but I believe he isn't that type of gentleman.

"Okay."

Octavius turned, and smiled very brightly. "You look so good when you're so close to not smelling gross."

I groaned, "C'mon, I don't stink that bad... Do I?"

Octavius chuckled before kneeling next to the tub, placing a small peck on my lips. I smiled into the small kiss, smiling wider when P.Y.T started playing on the record player.