I lean upwards towards his ear breathing softly. "you're mean." I murmur as I swallow a whine he clearly heard. His devilish smirk appears "No" he shakes his head "This is mean" he pinches my nipple in the hand that's covering my nipples I whimper...
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A car pulls up just as I asked why he left me what good father would leave his donor child with an unhinged bitch. It's Coltens car I can already tell and I'm already nervous enough without him here. But I'm feeling a sense of comfort knowing he came to check up on me although he got here rather fast though. I don't question it.
"Just kidding don't answer." I say hurriedly not looking at him I squeeze my eyes shut feeling stupidly shy and vulnerable. "I don't make a good father Katerina."
I know it.
He steps out shutting the door I watch Mr Valentine expand his shoulders with a dent in his brows his nose is nothing like mine his is sharp and lightly dipped In freckles. He's mixed but I already knew that. I purse my lips inward as I wait for Colten to approach me this air is thick with awkwardness.
"Can't even talk to my only daughter alone?" Marcus mutters sarcastically I snort "daughter?" I question "you don't know the meaning of being a father." I reply as he so impassively pointed 20 seconds ago."and I'm your second by the way Millie passed away but she was your first." I add I see what looks like hurt I can't be sure I don't know him well.
"Why did you go to Colten to find me?" I ask Colten doesn't look worried but he does stand behind me with a hand on the back of my neck."The last I heard of you were.." "Mine." Coltens voice says with this sort of possessive tone. He stares back at me with an uncaring look. I lean into his hand regardless"-and to get in touch with him was easier than to track you down myself." He's about 25 years older than me. I wonder what he thinks about the drug addict who raised me.
"You're not ever gonna be alone with her." Colten says with a stern voice before Emilia he wouldn't have cared now he comes off rather protective like it's settled in he has a piece of him walking on this earth and she looks like his twin. "I wasn't." he nods to the red car that looks abandoned I turn looking I step back bumping into Colten knee I look at him sitting in the hood of it.
"you think I didn't know you had me followed and watched for months?" Months? I exhale feeling a chill I step closer to Colten hoping his body heat will warm me up. I cross my arms over my body feeling the cold weather bite into my skin.
"Couldn't catch a killer slipping through the cracks." Colten says with this chill voice he's calm. I'm confused what that means but I'll grill him later about it.
"Says the man who beat 8 men to death with his fist at 14." I swallow the thick lump in my throat. He beat 8 men to death? I shouldn't be surprised but I am and slightly concerned about what would make him do that. What awful thing did they do for him to have an outburst.
I've seen it rarely but they were all involving me. But when he was 14 I was 11 most likely. I was never too worried about the harsher things in life. But the again I was severely depressed and suicidal.
I shiver again freezing my ass off I shift closer to Colten trying warm my body up. "How about we continue this over coffee tomorrow morning 11:20?Does that work for you?" I ask Marcus Valentine.
