Russell

He Makes Me Forget My Worries

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS STRONG SEXUAL SCENES. IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER, OR ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE TYPES OF PASSAGES, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM READING THIS CHAPTER. YOU MAY EITHER SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER IF IT IS ALREADY AVAILABLE, OR KINDLY WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE. AS FOR THE REST OF YOU, ENJOY 😏
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~Sam~

My dad held me tight as I cried silently. I was still feeling dumbfounded by what I had just witnessed. How was Mom so blinded? Did she not see all the harm Craig was causing me? Did she not care? It seems she was more worried about him, his stupid mom, and their damn social life.

I have never cared what they have to say in that damn club. All those ladies in her circle are nothing but stuck-up-rich hags who boast in gossiping about each other.

"Sam? What's wrong? Is everything ok?" I hear Russell's voice call from behind us, making me feel like crying again. I let go of my dad's arms and engulf Russell in a tight hug. Letting him embrace me tightly as he sighs, and runs his hand soothingly over my neck and head.

I was so overwhelmed that I decided to go home. Everyone followed us, and they talked to Dad as I took a much-needed hot shower. I cried like a maniac in that shower trying to decipher why my mother would choose someone else over me. Perhaps I will never understand her, but I never meant for her and Dad to separate because of me.

When I finally got out, I took my time changing into comfortable sweats, with a loose-fitted t-shirt that belonged to Russell, along with his gray hoodie. Just the smell of his scent was enough to help me feel better. I hear a meow, making me look down. Figaro ran her smooth fur against my leg, making my eyes teary. I leaned down, grabbed her, and kissed her on her back as I held her tight.

"Oh, Figaro. What am I going to do? This is all a disaster. Maybe I should drop the charges. The last I want is for Dad and Mom to get separated because of all this. What am I going to do, Figaro?" I asked my kitty, smiling through tears as she purred.

I sigh, softly placing her on the bed and lying down on the edge of the bed. It was as if she could sense my turmoil. She meows, coming to lay beside me, and begins to purr as I snuggle her in my arms.

After a few minutes, I went out to the living room. Dad had a long talk with me, and even though he tried to assure me that his decision was not my fault, but the cause of many years of her stubbornness and abuse of her authority... it still didn't help make me feel any less guilty.

"Alright, honey. I will check on you two once the new semester has started. Son, please, take care of my baby, will you?" Dad says, making Russell nod, and they shake hands.

"Bye, Dad. Please drive safe." I say, making him smile Ashe pulls me into a big bear hug and kisses the top of my head. "I love you, pumpkin. And I mean it, Sammy. Don't worry about the situation between your mother and me. I can handle her. She just... needs to start learning to get along with the rest of us. She's been a spoiled brat all her life. It was overdue for me to set limits for her tantrums." he says, making me knit my eyebrows, looking at him with the hope that things would get better.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, pumpkin," he says as his voice breaks for a second. He clears his throat and fights back the tears building up in his eyes. "Anyway... gotta go. Roger and Jorge have been blowing up my phone and wondering how you are. Gotta go back to the office and make sure they're not trying to gather a mosh pit, with forks and torches to kill Craig." he says, chuckling. Russell chuckles, nodding his head, wrapping his hand over my shoulders.

He closes the door and sighs. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to take that phone call from you, Sam. Why did you tell me that she was still calling you? Why didn't you tell me?" he asks, hugging me tightly around my waist and looking at me with concern.