Thank You, Sir

Chapter Six

That night I sat in bed texting Bri, Broaden, and Aaron. Ever since the start of school, Broaden has seemed extra clingy. I'm not sure what's going on, but its starting to weird me out. I was lost in my train of thought when my door flew in. Jill stumbled in and walked up to me. My heart began to beat rapidly. The last thing I need is another bruise. 

"You whore. How dare you make my baby scared of me," she screeched.

Sighing, I replied, "I didn't do that, Jill. You did this morning when you slapped me."

"How dare you!" That was all it took and next thing I knew her hand came flying through the air. She grabbed my hair and yanked me off the bed. I had no choice but to stand in front of her. "This is for being a smart ass," she said throwing me on the ground. "And this is for making my daughter scared." I received several kicks to my stomach. Finally, she left and I stayed put on the ground. Silent sobs raked my body. I pulled myself up with the help of my bed sheets and picked up my phone. 

"Hello," Aaron answered.

"Help," I choked out.

"Lillian? What's wrong, Baby?"

"Please, just come get me."

"Text me your address. I'm on my way." I immediately shot him the text and crawled downstairs, praying she was in her room. Finally, I was able to crawl out to the porch. He pulled up in the drive way right as I shut the door. Next thing I knew, he came running to me and scooped me up bridal style. I didn't say anything as he put me in the car. We began the drive to his house. No one spoke. It wasn't awkward though. Actually, it was exactly what I needed. When we arrived, I tried to get out of the car but failed from the pain. Aaron opened the door and carried me again. His house wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. I had white shutters and a little, cute porch. Inside was a living/sitting room. The walls were a light colored brown. It looked as though someone else had decorated it. There were paintings and what not hanging all around. A leather couch and some recliners sat in the middle of the room facing a flat screen. Two windows looked out into his backyard. Since it was dark I couldn't see anything out of them.

Sitting me down, he whispered, "Lil, Love, what happened?" Two words explained the whole thing.

"My step mom." He tensed and his eyes clouded with anger.

"What the fuck does she think she's doing," he roared. "How can she hurt my princess like that?" My heart fluttered at his words. Despite everything, a smile spread across my face. "You're staying here with me until your dad gets home."

"That's tomorrow."

"Good." He sat beside my and lifted up my shirt. The look he gave me was asking for permission to take it off. I nodded and he swiftly pulled it over my head. A low growl came from Aaron's mouth while his eyes clouded with lust. It went away, however, as soon as he saw the already black bruises on my flat belly. "Oh, Baby." Leaning down, his lips pressed against them. I winced in pain, so Aaron pulled away.

"Sorry," I whispered.

"No. I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself," Aaron chuckled. "Do you...do you maybe want to sleep in my bed tonight? If not its fine." I was very hesitant at first, but I knew the nightmares would come and I needed someone to be there.

"Can I please?" A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he picked me up and carried me to my room. It wasn't until I looked in the mirror that I saw just how badly she hurt me. Aside from my stomach, there was a large gash across my cheek. My fingers skimmed it, and I yelped in pain. A hand grabbed mine and led me to sit on the edge of the bed. The master bedroom had a bathroom attached to it. A king sized bed was in the middle of the room against the far wall. There was only one nightstand. His sheets were white with a blue comforter. A fire place sat on the adjacent wall. Framed pictures hung around the room. I assume it is his family and friends. Although, one picture in particular caught my eye. It was him and another beautiful girl laughing and looking at each other with love. "I wonder where he got the money for a house like this and who the fuck she is," I thought.

"Here. You can wear my shirt," he said quietly, bringing me out of my thoughts. I slipped it on and took off my pants. It went to my mid thigh since I was so tiny. He came and wrapped his arms around me, careful not to hurt me. "You make my clothes look way hotter on you." I blushed and climbed into bed. Aaron slipped off his shirt and jeans so he was just in boxers. My blush got even worse as I diverted my eyes. Chuckling, he climbed into bed. "Sleep, Love," he said, kissing my forehead. Slowly, I lulled into a nice, dreamless sleep by listening to the steady beat of his heart. What a nice end to a not so nice day.

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