Comfortably Numb ↠ An Original Story

17- Bulletproof Love

            I woke up curled into a ball and laying against Peyton, my head resting on his chest that was slowly rising and falling in sync with his breathing. I smiled and looked up at him, seeing his eyes closed and his face peaceful. God, he was adorable when he was sleeping. I chuckled to myself and kissed his cheek softly, before carefully removing his arm from around my waist and standing up. I pulled down my shirt that reached about mid-thigh and realized I was in Peyton’s room. I guess he brought me back to his house.

            I looked around his room and suddenly felt arms wrap around my waist. I took in a sharp breath and my heart rate picked up speed. I felt someone’s head against my shoulder and stiffened. “Hi.” Peyton moaned in a sleepy voice. I calmed down when I realized who it was and turned to face him.

            “Hey.” I stated, sticking out my tongue. He smiled and sat on the bed, pulling me into his lap. I turned to face him so I was now straddling him. I leaned my forehead against his and grinned. “I love you so much.” I grinned.

            “I love you too.” He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear and kissed my softly, making me feel as though I was invincible. But I knew I was far from that. Before I knew it, things had escalated and now all I had on were my undergarments, along with Peyton. He kissed me and looked into my eyes, as if asking if he had permission. I nodded slowly and well, we had sex. There’s no way to really sugarcoat it, I hate it when people say ‘we made love’. Like seriously, you had sex. Shut up.

            There was no broken headboards or screaming or anything like that, it was just hungry love for each other, and that’s it. But I know I love Peyton Knight, and I will never stop.

            Both of us pulled our clothes on and walked downstairs, hand in hand. I smiled and Peyton pulled me to the kitchen table, where two plates with bacon and eggs sat. I kissed Peyton before screaming. “BACON!” I exclaimed before rushing over to my plate, stuffing bacon in my mouth. Peyton chuckled and kissed my head softly, before sitting next to me and eating. I grinned at him and stuffed my face with food, laughing at Peyton’s jokes.

            After we ate, we sat on the couch and turned on the TV. There was a photo of my father’s mugshot and the newscaster was speaking. The second Peyton saw the photo he frantically looked for the remote. “-Justin Jamie Parker is still in a holding cell at California state prison, still waiting for a court session. His daughter, Alexandria Ella Parker, has supposedly refused to see him again after he abused her for her whole life and almost murdered her unintentionally during these beatings twice. Mr. Parker is facing years in prison for both child abuse and child neglect, along with a possible charge for attempted manslaughter.”

            Peyton changed the channel quickly after finding the remote and I looked at the TV, still confused about what the newswoman said. I looked over to Peyton who was looking back at me worriedly. “I never said I refused to see him…” I said confusedly, looking over to Peyton for some explanation.

            He sighed and took my hand. “When the police called for you to be a witness, I told them you refused to see him.”

            “You didn’t even ask me?! What if he doesn’t get thrown behind bars now, Peyton?” I exclaimed, standing up.

            “I was just trying to protect you from that bastard!” He half-screamed while standing up too, towering over me.

            “I’m 17, I’m a big girl Peyton. I can protect myself! I don’t need you following me around like I’m a child!” I yelled.

            He laughed humorlessly. “Apparently you can’t protect yourself, after seeing what happened to you last night!” He scoffed.