Ian Hecox: The Man Who Saved My Life (Smosh)

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There, just behind us, stood my father, looking at us expectantly.

"Excuse me?" I snapped at him.

"You heard me. Come with me Xhex. We can live happily together as father and daughter, family again."

"I suggest you leave before I beat you to the point where you can't." Ian came in.

"I'd like to see that pretty boy. That and I don't appreciate you doing that disgusting thing to my daughters face!"

"That's it!" Ian tried running at him but I grabbed him as hard as I could, trying to hold him back. He was strong so I was struggling, and my feet began dragging with him.

"Anthony!" I needed someone's help.

Not long after, Anthony ran out, and instantly came to help me. "Ian, stop. It's not worth it."

Ian finally came to his senses and calmed down a bit, shrugging our arms off, he turned to my dad, "You got lucky I love your daughter. Otherwise, you'd be dead." Ian then stormed into the house, leaving us standing there.

"Go away, dad....You're not even a dad to me." After awhile of silence the rest of us walked inside, leaving my dad standing outside.

As soon as I got inside I went to find Ian, who was in his room pacing, clenching his fists like he was going to punch someone. Once he saw me he pulled me into a hug that felt as if my bones might shatter.

"Ian, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just don't want anything happening to you."

"I'm perfectly fine. See? I'm not hurt and I'm still here. Just please calm down."

"I'm trying. Can you just let me hold you on the bed for a moment so I can clear my head?"

"Of course." He immediately pulled me down onto the bed and we laid there for awhile, me laying in his arms. Eventually I think he was calm enough so I sat up.

"Ian, are you okay now?"

"Yes, just kiss me first." He said smirking.

"Fine." I said chuckling, before I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. I was about to pull back, but he deepened it by pulling my head closer. He traced my bottom lip with his tongue, asking for permission. I decided I might as well make him happy, so I granted it, his tongue slipping in, earning a moan from me. I felt him smirk against my lips and I knew he was having enough fun, so I pulled away. "I think you've reached your point, mister."

"Fine. We should go talk to Kalel and Anthony then."

"I agree."

***

"Well it's not like we can call the cops. He hasn't done anything." Kalel said.

"Well it's not like he isn't stalking her." Anthony said.

"But he's her father." Ian implied.

"Hardly, and I could care less what happens to him." I said, right now we are in a debate on whether we should call the cops on my dad, or deal with him ourselves.

"You've never even mentioned his name to us." Anthony said, I'm guessing he wanted to know.

"It's because I hate him that much. His name is...is... Richard." I wasn't lying, it was just hard for me to say.

"Richard. As in Dick." Ian said, he and Anthony both holding in laughter.

"Yes, as in Dick because he is a dick."