Like Father, Like Daughter

Chapter Eleven

Chapter eleven

Sophia

You never know how lucky you truly are until you wake up next to a guy who has great muscles and has an incredible, intoxicating smell. I have never been in love before, I mean I've had a boyfriend but I've never had someone to be the person I needed, the shoulder to cry on, the person just to offer a helping hand. Growing up, I always craved a companion and I think that was the void I felt from my dad not being around. Now I know though, I didn't want him around. He is just truly insane and I can't and will not deal with it. I wish I could have known back then what I know now, I think maybe I wouldn't have felt so lonely in this world.

I was always so lonely when I was a kid. I remember one time when I was seven years old, I cried myself to sleep at night for the very first time. I was talking to my mother and she was all stressed out about a difficult case she had been working on. I was a very persistent child, hell I still am. The one night, she was on her phone talking to her colleagues from work when I walked into the room. Before that night, I never really thought about my dad, I never really understood the concept of a dad. I think the reason I started to question it that night was due to the fact that we had a school recital in the morning, everyone's mom and dad was there, except for mine. It was just my mom, always has been. So anyway, I interrupted my mom, "Mommy, where is my daddy?" My little seven year old, confused self said.

"What do you mean sweetie?" My mom had hung up her phone to talk to me.

"Well momma, all the girls and boys at school have a mommy and daddy and I just don't know why I don't have one."

"Well honey, you have a dad he is just a very bad guy, it's best if he just isn't around."

I remember I walked out of her room and I couldn't stop bawling. Even though she said he was a bad man, I felt like it was somehow my fault. I blamed my seven-year-old self for not being good enough for my pyhscopath dad. I remember I couldn't fill that hole in my heart and I wept all night until I got a headache and finally dozed off. I wish I could go back to that little girl and tell her everything would be okay. Maybe I would be a stronger person today if I had.

Connor interrupts my thoughts and I jump, I was lost in a deep deep pit of my thoughts and just his voice made me resurface. "What are you thinking about over there?" He asks propping himself up on his elbow.

"Oh, what? Nothing?" I don't feel like sharing my walk down memory lane with Connor. He grabs me by my hips and pulls me up to sit on top of him. He pulls me down, gently and starts moving his lips with mine, making all my nerves prick with energy and excitement. He moves his tongue, passing a barrier where no guy has passed before. Our tongues move together like to the same beat. As he continues to clean the inside of my mouth with his tongue, he moves his hands up and down my waist, gripping my butt in the process, making me melt on the inside. This is the first time I have actually made out with a guy. He surprises me by deepening the kiss and making it more rough and hard. Why have I never done this before?

He pulls the edge of my shirt with his hands and as if on command I shoot my arms as if giving him permission, to remove it. He tosses it to the floor and I giggle. He leaves my mouth and starts to trail down my neck, sucking and nipping at it, teasing me. He lays me on my back as he works his lips down my body, kissing my boobs over my bra and leaving gentle, soft kisses over my stomach.

He lifts his head and looks at me with the most adorable, soft eyes. "You are truly so amazing and beautiful." He remarks and moves his kisses back up to my lips. He hops off me, leaving me in the bed all by my lonesome.

"Come on, I'm starving, let's go make some breakfast." He smiles at me and tugs on my arm.

"Okay." I say in a slight disappointed tone, he really led me on there. Surprising me, he pulls me from the bed and carries me like a baby. I can't get over how incredibly sweet he is being towards me.

As we descend the stairs Connor places several kisses on my head and with each one more and more butterflies have a party in my stomach. He sets me down when we arrive at the kitchen and makes his way to the fridge while I linger by the counter. I look down at my hands at they lay sprawled across it and through my fingers see the exact same red I saw the other night. I move my hands and read 'I can't wait to meet you my lovely daughter, until then, xoxo'. My knees wobble and I fall to the grab, shaking uncontrollably. It's him, he knows where I live, he was here while I was sleeping. The whole world goes black as my head hits the cold, marble floor.

I wake up on the couch, Connor sitting next to me with his face as white as a sheet that has been soaked in bleached for many many hours. I can tell just from his expression he saw it too, the horrible, awful thing that was written on the counter.

He turns to me, "It's not safe for you here anymore, that's twice in less than twenty four hours. You are coming to my house and you are going to stay with me. We should have just done that in the first place." I stare into blank space because I can't believe that such an awful man was in this house last night. What if he watched me sleep? My skin keeps crawling, it feels like it's going to completely abandon my body just leaving nothing but my muscles and bones left. Maybe it should be that way; I'll be a bag of bones soon enough anyway.

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We pull up to Connors small, intimate cottage style house. This is not the type of house I pictured he would own. It is tan, with white siding and shingles, a slanted roof, and plenty of open rectangular windows completely with navy blue shutters. There is a small, cobblestone path leading to a small set of three stairs that lead to an open, white painted porch. Inside the house the walls are painted tan with one lavender accent wall in every room. Each room is complete with it's own set of decorations that are simple yet classy and sophisticated. The living room is complete with a large, cream colored, plush couch with a matching recliner and adamant. The floor is made up of a charcoal gray carpet. Near the front of the room is a small, intimate fireplace that sets the tone of the entire room.

"Nice house, although this is not what I pictured a guy like you would own." I tease.

"Who says a guy can't have good taste?" He jokes back.

"True, true." I giggle and the continue, "Hey would you mind if I took a shower?"

"Sure but this time I'm serious about joining you." He says with a wink.

"I was just going to say that, come on." I return the wink and his face lit up with the biggest smile I have seen all day.

We reach the bathroom and I can't help but feel extremely nervous. Sure, Connor has seen me naked before but I was basically unconscious. I really want this though so I shouldn't be nervous. I just need to breath and everything will be okay.

As I stand in front of Connor, he starts to take off my shirt, brushing my hair over my shoulder. He plants kisses along my back leading to the back of my neck. When suddenly he stops.

"Sophia." He says placing his hand on a certain spot directly on the back of my neck.

"What is it?" I ask thinking he isn't ready for this and I'm kind of thinking the same thing.

"What is this on the back of your neck?" He asks and I turn to face him seeing a puzzled look dance across his face.

"What are you talking about?" He takes my hand in his and places it in the exact spot and then I feel it, a bump.

"What is that?" I ask in a panicked voice.

"I don't know but it's blinking with a red light."

As the words come out of his mouth, I slip out of reality for what seems like the millionth time.