~ His Vixen

10 - locked

WARNING: SENSITIVE CONENT !!

miles pov
When we're all finished dinner, Belle thanks my family for everything and goes up to my room.

My mother ditches us for her tv shows and Summer sprints upstairs to play on her iPad.

With my father and I being the only ones left, and we clean everything up.

I don't say anything as he hands me a dish and I dry it then put it away.

"You seem better" he says randomly. I look over at him and he smiles a small smile at me.

"With Bella, I mean. Very pretty girl as well" he says.

"Her name is Belle. And I told you, we're not together" I ignore that weird feeling in my chest I get every time he brings her up.

"So, she's sleeping in your room tonight?" He asks.

I nod. "My room has locks on the doors. I'm not letting that happen again."

"Oh relax with that. It was ages ago and I was drunk. Don't even remember it" he claims, passing me a dish.

I hold onto the plate, squeezing it to keep my anger in.

"Ages ago or not. It's not happening again. Belle is sleeping in my room and I'll sleep in a guest bedroom."

He nods slowly, biting his cheeks.

He suddenly drops a plate, making me jump a little at the sound. "You gonna hold that against me forever? It was one time. One slip up."

I glare at him, "Once is enough, dad. You're lucky you didn't go to jail for that night. I still have no fucking idea how you got away with it. I don't give a fuck if you swear it'll never happen again, I won't let the idea get a chance" I snap at him.

"I'm not one of your friends, Miles. You don't swear at me" he raises his voice at me.

"You're lucky all I'm doing is swearing. This could get a lot more violent right now. You stay away from Belle. Don't talk to her, don't look at her, don't breathe near her." I say in a low, angry voice.

We stare at each other angrily.

"Uhm.. sorry" I hear a soft voice say from behind. Both of our heads turn in Belle's direction as she avoids our gaze and grabs a cup from the cabinet next to me.

"Sorry" she whispers again, standing on her tip toes to reach the cups. The sound of the fridge water filling her cup fills the silence.

My father isn't in my face anymore and is facing the sink with his head down while I wipe a spoon dry.

Once she walks away quietly, I drop the spoon in my hands roughly and leave my father alone.

I storm up to my room after seeing Belle sitting downstairs with my mother watching the tv.

I slam the door shut and sit down on my bed, trying to take deep breaths.

I rip open a drawer on my nightstand and pull out my lighter.

Do I really want to do this again?

I light the lighter, the flame growing upon my eyes.

I lower it to my lap, watching the flame with a wild heartbeat.

My bedroom door flies open and I immediately let go of the trigger.

"Jesus! Can I have some privacy?" Belle says jumping back when she sees me on my bed.

"It's my bedroom" I say trying to sneak my lighter out of sight. Maybe she didn't notice when she came in.

"Yeah well it's mine now. Why don't you go smoke somewhere else? Preferably not here" she gestures at the lighter.