Marilyn My Love

Daddy Issues And Masochism

TW: Mentions of $u1c1d3, Murd3r and Alc0h0l1sm

Pulling her closer to me after she told me what I thought was everything. her eyes damp with tears and my stomach felt sick as she buried her head into my chest my heart pounding so hard she could probably feel it. I was sat on Marilyn's bed, my face dead of expression clinging to her as though the world was about to end, the only thought on my mind was keeping her safe. Replaying the words she said in my head made me feel like throwing up. "My Mother hung herself in the garden when I was just 13 years old, then my Brother was murdered by some dumb teenager at a party, after that my father became a violent alcoholic leading him to an early grave when I was 17. I was shipped off as an orphan a few weeks later, but the boat sunk. I managed to survive it, was washed up on shore with a concussion ended up in a coma and woke up in a hospital in California several months later. I didn't know how I got there but I escaped and everyone just thought I was dead, so I changed everything about myself and started my own new life, alone. But I just ended up coming back here and living in this house, my childhood home." The words in my mind rung in my ears like bells attached to my head. Although she was in tears her voice was so calm when she explained the situation. I felt Marilyn's body become loose as she fell asleep curled into my chest, she had worn herself out and was most likely exhausted. I still didn't know what she was doing out so late and some things still didn't fit but that's none of my business, she'll tell me when she's ready.

Setting her down under the covers of her bed, I took the time to try clear my head by taking in the surroundings. The whole house was decrepit and damp smelling apart from Marilyn's room which smelt floral and was done up with cream coloured roses in a vase on a small table that sat next to her small double bed with pale yellow sheets, a desk leant against the wall and on it was a mirror and a jewellery box that had the initials 'L.G' printed in gold on the bottom and my mind clicked, the clip Xavier got me, the cream rose, gold plated one that had the initials 'L.G' on it, no wonder she kept asking questions, it was hers. Her walls were a pale pink and her door unlike the others was a bright white as though it was brand new. A doll house was perched on a stool next to the desk but there was only one doll inside and no furniture. getting out of the bed leaving Marilyn tucked in I felt curiosity get the better of me and decided to wonder the house. Creeping downstairs and walking through the first door that was in reach, I walked in seeing a huge open study with bookshelf's and a desk that were both covered in dust mites and clutter hanging opposite the desk was a huge painting of 'The Gates family'. Staring at the painting I took my time to scan each face. The Mother a stern looking women with high cheek bones and perfect posture her red dress making her look like a wealthy looked after women which made me wonder what had happened. Then the Father an angry man who looked dangerous and creepy his suit had a choke hold on his scrawny neck. The Brother who looked much like his Father, dangerous but had hints of his Mother's kinder features. And then Marilyn herself although it looked nothing like her yet she still had a kind face, nothing like her family, her long, wavy, blonde hair was gorgeous although she looked older in the painting, her father must of had it done to mourn his wife and son.

I felt Marilyn's eyes scanning my body from behind and then felt her hands on my back which is what made me turn to look at her, she looked a lot better now than how she was but there was still no smile to be found. her hands held my face, she spoke no words but her facial expressions said it all as she pulled my face down to her level and kissed me. I held her waist pulling her closer but she pulled back grabbing my hands and pulling me back upstairs. When we had gotten back into her bedroom she closed the door behind us as to shut her family's ghosts out of the room. Marilyn let go of my wrists and began to undress me with her eyes while she undressed herself but I stopped her and held her arms still "Are you sure? I don't want to be a distraction from your family, that's weird" She looked back up and straight into my eyes that were no longer filled with fear and depression but passion and lust "Just fuck me" she sighed taking the last layer of clothing off and grabbing my face pulling me over to the bed and pushing me onto it. A lot of thoughts raced through my brain and I didn't know which one to act on, I took her as a bottom but she was very much in charge now.