I, Ache Vol. III

A Christmas Story | Noah

Written by TinapieCV

What the hell?

The sight that greeted me when I came down from my room was completely unexpected that my jaw almost fell to the floor in shock. I wanted to grab something to eat when I inadvertently saw my father, Sebastian, fucking our househelp, Leia. The door connecting the kitchen and the laundry room was ajar and I watched in morbid fascination as he furiously rammed into her while she was bent over the washing machine, her breasts bouncing with each push of his cock into her cunt.

I think I just lost my appetite.

My dad and I never really got along well. After mom died two years ago, I decided to pack up and leave, and just distance myself from him and my sister. But while we had our fair share of disagreements, I know that he's been lonely ever since mom passed away. What I found disturbing though was seeing him doing it with the maid here in my grandparents' mansion, and on Christmas eve to boot.

With a sigh of disgust, I went back to get my wallet and phone. This whole business about my dad's sex life left a bad taste in my mouth, and I needed to clear my head before I faced the rest of our family for dinner. I suddenly remembered that Scarlett was already back from her business trip to Japan so I decided to see her, knowing that she would listen to me vent out the resentment I felt towards my father.

Scarlett, or Scar as I fondly call her, was one of my few close friends and we had known each other since we were kids.

We were vacationing at the mansion when my grandparents invited her family--as well as their other neighbor friends--for dinner. I was seven then, while she was only five. I remember sitting on the front steps watching the sunset when Scar and her parents arrived. She wore a pink frilly dress, with a matching pink bow on her hair, and she smiled at me shyly when they walked by.

We became good friends since then, enjoying summer vacations together year after year. And I watched her bloom right before my eyes; the gangly, awkward girl had transformed into a confident and lovely young woman.

Scar and I spent less time together when we went to college but we remained friends and met up for lunch or snacks if we weren't busy. We were like two peas in a pod; both geeks who share the same love for coffee and Game of Thrones.

I couldn't pinpoint the exact date or time when I started seeing her as more than just a friend. It could have been that one afternoon when we argued about whether or not Tyrion Lannister was actually a Targaryen and the possibility that Jamie would kill his sister Cersei, or when she dropped by my dorm in the wee hours of the morning just to bring me coffee when I was finalizing my thesis.

Sometimes I would catch her staring at me with that inscrutable expression on her face, and it made me wonder if she felt the same way. But my tongue got tied up in knots whenever I tried to broach the subject.

It was a short walk to their house and their maid let me in, telling me that Scar was in her room. I found it odd that she wasn't answering even after I knocked several times. When I pressed my ear to the door, I faintly heard her moaning and panting, then she suddenly screamed, "Noah!"

My eyes widened in surprise and I knocked again, louder this time.

"Scar?"

I was unprepared when I saw Scar as she opened the door. She was flushed, breathless, and sweaty. And oh dear Lord, she was wearing a long, diaphanous dress that showed off the tops of her breasts, similar to Daenerys' gown when she wed Khal Drogo.