My tummy hurts 😔
Ayla
I think I was around fourteen when my fathers fatherly absence made room in my mind.
That's when I realized I craved for that sort of attention in all of the other older men I fucked.
I never wanted to turn out like this.
I wanted to blame him so bad.
But I can't because, it was all me.
"Please stop yelling." I begged Noah.
"No! This whole time I thought you loved me you were fucking my father!" He screamed into my face.
"It was me, Noah. I told you, I take full responsibility." Matteo has been repeating the same line to his son.
"No! Dad! She needs to take responsibility! Say it, Ayla! Say it!"
"I said I was sorry." I sniffed back.
"How long has this been going on!?" He asked.
I glanced at Matteo before his son turned to him.
"No-"
"Not you dad! Ayla! Speak!" He poked my chest, causing me to flinch.
"We met in Paris in December. I didn't know he was your dad!" I argued, licking my chapped lips.
"I didn't say when.. I said how. Long." He demanded. I hiccuped back before wiping the underside of my nose with my wrist.
"Five months."
He began to laugh until I felt his palm make hard contact with my cheek. My head whipped to the right as my hair flung across my shoulder.
"Noah!" I heard Matteo yell.
"She fucking deserves it. You fucking whore!" He yelled into my ear.
"Whore." He leaned down to whisper into my ear.
Their arguing turned into hushed mumbles when I stood there with my hand on my stinging cheek.
I deserved this.
I breathed out before turning my head back to him.
"I loved you!" He cried.
"I fucking trusted you!"
I stood there, taking the pain, taking his words because it was true. All the words coming from his mouth were nothing but the truth.
"I l-"
He cut me off with another sharp laugh.
Something in me afraid he would slap me again.
"What?! What, Ayla!? You love me!? Then why the fuck would you fuck my dad!?"
I couldn't breathe, not in the sense I was having a panic attack. When you cry so hard your body pushes to get the tears out, every breath hiccups back down and you chest rises and falls too very fast.
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