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"We shouldn't, your son is my fiancé." I whispered sounding unsure and very hostile.
He watched me carefully with his dark blue eyes before tilting his head gently to the right, the same blue eyes that had just watched me undress a couple minu...
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We both laid on his bed tangled with each other's body limbs, his fingers ran across my bruised stomach. My head turned slightly to look at him, he was staring intensely at my tampered skin.
"Does it hurt?" He spoke softly.
"Not anymore." I whispered.
Don't worry, I'll get more is what I wanted to say but I didn't.
I know he wanted to ask more questions I could see it on his face but he didn't push which I appreciated a whole lot, he knows when to stop. I flipped on my stomach with a smile on my lips, my fingers picked at my nail polish as my red hair fell over my shoulder. He makes me have butterflies inside my stomach and it scares me, no one has ever made me have butterflies before.
"What's going on in that pretty, little head of yours?" He lifts himself on his elbows, his hand softly brushes a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"Bodhi never talks much about you and his mom, I mean like together." I said, I tried playing off as causal but I'm dying to know what happened between them.
Bodhi always says that they were horrible together, that they brought out the worse in each other.
His thumb stroked my rosie cheek, it's crazy how my body just relaxed by a simple touch. "We married at 18 because she was pregnant, then we separated when he was 14." He says, softly. There was a hint of sadness in his voice and something else but I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it is.
"You married her because she was pregnant?" I asked.
"I needed to man up and somehow be a father without knowing what one is." He says.
"You put yourself aside for others." I whispered my inner thought, we both were or are slaves to the people we love. Is that way he's finally taking something for himself?
"I always do, at this point, it's a hobby." He says very casually like he wasn't affected by the honesty.
That just proved he's an even better man than I thought, parents don't come with a guide book they just have to wing it and hope for the best. Bodhi never told me his parents were teens when they had him nor did he tell me that it was a forced marriage much like ours, the irony of all this.
"What happened to your dad?" I asked while moving closer to him, our noises touched just a little.
His smile disappears, touchy subject. "He got my mom pregnant, they got married and before I was born he decided he no longer wanted a family so he left." He gently rubs his nose up and down against mine, a sad smile appears on my lips.
"I'm sorry." I whispered, my eyes softened on his. "It must've been hard growing up without a dad."
Maybe that's why I get him because he knows the damage parents can do, he'll understand my pain somehow.
