The Choice

15) Omer

Warning: smut and inappropriate language.

"Yes, mom. I just finished working out, I'll go home, change then go study."

"Okay, my baby tell me when you finish." I hear my mom's voice as I hang up before entering the apartment building that leads to our house.

I insert the key and open the door, "Omer!" Ali runs for me as I crouch down hugging him. "Omelll!" Yusef cries in his baby voice as he rushed for me from inside; he always said my name wrong; which made it more adorable.

I pick him up kissing him and smelling his baby scent. He laughs, "ticklish!" I smile when a voice gets my attention, "You should smile more. it looks good on you."

My mother's friend; I don't remember what's her name; they're a lot, she sits with my young brothers when no one is home. I look at her and nod as I place Yusef on the ground and ruffle Ali's hair then go for the bathroom to have a shower.

I leave the bathroom and enter my room, I'm in my boxer briefs as I get out my jeans and henley shirt from the closet. I hit my hand in the closet door, I look at my hand as my eye catches the silhouette of my mother's friend standing there. Looking at me, as always. I see her reach into her pants and the other hand squeezes her tits. I suppress a smirk from forming on my face.

I ignore her existence and put on my jeans. I'm buckling my belt when I hear a knock on the door. I stop midways as the belt hangs undone in the air. She is standing there; wearing black tights that cling to her body and a white blouse; she's wearing no bra; I can see her nipples through the white fabric. I suppress the urge to scrunch my face as I look at her. She enters and gets closer cautiously as if she's reaching a wild thing. But what am I? An attention seeking whore and I have no problem with that.

"Omer, would you like to eat something?" she says trying to get her screechy voice to be seductive. I shake my head, but I keep fixing her with a gaze. Her eyes dip to my belt then up to my eyes as her mouth parts. I still look her down and she looks to the door then to me and she gets closer as I get a whiff of her perfume; yikes. She smells like sex; cheap sex and wrong decisions.

She bites on her lower lip then unfastens the buttons of her blouse revealing big tits that dangle in front of her. "You can do whatever you want, Omer." She mutters breathless, I dip my eyes to look at them then to her eyes. I lick my lips then reach for my belt; her eyes are still on me. I buckle the belt then get close to her as she closes her eyes then opens them when she feels air as I pull on the shirt on my body.

I let a hint of a smirk appear as I get my books then leave the room and meet my father at the door, "Where are you going?" he asks voice gruff; I look him down then raise the books in his face and leave. I smirk as I leave at the thought that she always uses dad to put out the fire I create. I even heard her moan my name when she was with him before; not her husband and not dad can satisfy. How poor.

I startle awake sitting up, my chest heaving and I cannot see anything. Everything is dark and cold, but I feel cold sweat on my forehead and neck. I blink when the small light next to the bed is turned on. I let my eyes adjust when I feel small hands on my back; rubbing at it. "Omer?" not her, not mom's friend. Aurora. "Baby, are you okay?" I feel the mattress shift under me as she comes into view.

I'm panting as she grabs my face urging me to look at her, "I'm here. I got you." She says as she pulls me into her embrace, placing my head on her chest as I close my eyes feeling her warmth seep into me again. I breathe in her clean scent; it somehow smells like me and soap. I listen to her heart beat as she look into my face smoothing back my hair away from my face. "It was just a nightmare. I'm here. You're safe, baby." She murmurs softly as she pulls me to her again.