You Are Mine

Chapter 9: "you're my perfect girl, flower"

I'm learning a lot about myself. For instance, I have learnt I love when my skin is decorated in little marks from intimate moments with colson. My thighs have many fingerprint sized bruises, and looking at them brings back the memory of how they got there. Which then leads me to squirm, and colson always catches me. Every single time.

I've also learnt that I am a convincing actress, or maybe I'm just so great at looking pathetic that it requires little to no acting. How did I come to find this out? Helping colson steal our newest getaway car, how else?

Flashback

"Now, you stand right there and I want you to look like the saddest little kitten." Colson cups my face. "So sad and needy that someone just has to pull over and help you."

My fingers twist and play with bottom of his shirt. "But, what if no one stops?"

"Flower." He kisses my nose. "You are so cute, and very delusional if you think no one will stop when they see you here alone."

Colson ties the bottom of the tank top I'm wearing, adjusting it to be a crop top. He hikes up the leggings In the back to accentuate my butt.

"Last but not least..." he says and takes out my hair elastic. My hair cascades wildly all down my back. "Fucking beautiful." He whispers and pulls me in for a deep kiss.

I cling onto him, because every time colson kisses me it's like I'm going to float away. I forget my surroundings, and I only care about how much more of him I can have.

"Now, I'm gonna hide over there." He points to the car we're trying to ditch. "You stand here, and just look adorable and sad." He continues to hold my jaw with one hand, his thumb tracing over my lips.

I lean into his touch. "But, I'm not sad." I smile up at him.

He touches his nose to mine. "I know, flower. Because Daddy will never let you really be sad, will he?"

Now I blush. "No."

"Good girl." He kisses me very briefly, it's too quick and I reach on my tippy toes to try and get some more.

"Ah ah." He teases and backs away while keeping me in place by holding my shoulders.

I pout. "But!"

He takes a step back. "See baby, you play sad so well."

I cross my arms and sigh while I watch him camouflage himself beside the parked car. I've been tricked, how rude. I drag my feet as I walk closer to the side of the road to wait for any car to pass by. This road wasn't very popular, so traffic was almost non existent. After maybe twenty minutes I begin to get very impatient and bored.

"Daddy..." I call in his direction.

"Flower." He replies without making himself seen.

"No one's ever going to come this way." I whine.

"Be a good girl, couple more minutes." Colson tries to reason with me.

"Fine." I huff and kick some dirt into the road.

Another ten minutes passes and just as I'm about to walk my ass over to colson, I see a car way off in the distance.

Okay. You can do this. Look sad.

So I try to think about sad things and hope that my face is convincing enough as the car gets closer. The closer it gets the more I can see, and I'm able to see there's a man driving. I don't see anyone else, which should be a good thing in this case. Less people for colson to manage. I wave my arms to get his attention, and he pulls over pretty quickly after that.