In Daddy's Arms

In Daddy's Arms - Chapter 1

Picture is of.... "Kent Eli Warner"

Chapter 1

I woke up to the feeling of dad's arms wrapped around my body protectively. I knew he was still asleep by the rising of his chest up against my back. I have only woken up to my dad still sleeping with me as many times as I can count on one hand. It was very rare, seeing as he usually would just leave afterwards. But last night was different because it was mom and dad's 20th anniversary. It meant alot to him and because it was such a big occasion I knew he would be with me that night. The past nights events flooded back into my mind as I silently lay there in my father embrace.

It was Thursday, so after school had let out I drove home with Kent and went straight up to my room to finish my homework before starting on dinner. Dad usually comes home around 5ish to have dinner before heading back to work for the rest of the evening. Dad is lawyer at a high end law office. He gets paid big money to stick up for one side of a situation, whether it be good or bad. It doesn't seem to bother him to know that he may have just set a killer back on the street by defending him. To him it's all about the money and he knows if they are willing to have him as a good defence lawyer they'll up the price leaving us with more money not spent. He never used be like this, but ever since mom died all he has been doing was committing himself to work and me. I feel it's my fault that Kent got the short end of the stick.

I had just finished making dinner when the front door opened and dad walked in. I walked up to him as usual grabbing his coat and helping him get settled. He gave me a hug and a kiss before heading back to the kitchen, taking his rightful seat at the head of the table. I quickly went to get Kent from his room, as he was listening to music. We sat at the table in silence for minutes before dad turned his attention to me.

"How was your dad honey?" he asked placing his hand on my upper thigh. He stopped hiding what he did to me in front of Kent, but to everyone else I was still 'Brooklyn Warner his baby girl.'

"It was good dad" silence became of the table again, ending when dad asked another question.

"Did you know what day it is today?" he looked at me holding my gaze as I looked in his darkened eyes.

"No" I lied knowing he needed to be the one to make the announcement.

"It's our anniversary, and you know what that means!" I heard Kent sharp intake of breath before I looked at dad with my fake smile and a slight nod of my head. I knew he would get mad if I threw up knowing what he meant and I didn't want him to hit me. Now I know people would say that I had lost my pride, many would wonder why I didn't put up a fight or try and get away in some way. But I know from past experience that no matter where you go and hide, daddy will find me. He always does, and I think the help from his work plays a major role in my 'safe' return home.

He tightened his grip on my thigh not liking the way I had replied to his statement. I turned to him and bent until I kissed his cheek.

"Yes dad. I know what that means."

After that, dinner was silent and once I had cleared the table and washed the dishes I noticed dad was still at home. He was sitting on the couch watching TV in his PJ pants and a t-shirt. I walked up to him noticing Kent was sitting in the lounger off to the side of the couch. I smiled at him and he returned it, but I would see the sadness he hid behind his eyes and I sighed knowing that I wouldn't like tonight's visit by dad.

I sat down on the couch beside dad and he pulled me into his arms leaning my head on his shoulder as we sat in silence watching some pointless reality TV show. As the time grew later dad got up off the couch pulling me with him. I stood there looking up at him with a confused look on my face.

"You're going to bed?" I asked clearly surprised by it was still early. Dad smiled down at me placing both hands on my hips. He pulled me closer to him as he lowered his head just above my ear.

"Yes, I want to have as much time with you as I possibly can." A shiver ran down my spine as his hands moved to my butt and I felt his hard erection against my stomach. I looked down seeing Kent staring up at dad with pure hatred. He caught me eyes and I quickly turned my head the other way, not wanting him to see the tears that had escaped. I knew that if Kent saw how badly dad was affecting me he would step in to help. I never cried and he knew that if I ever did it was because I had bottled enough secrets up and couldn't hold it in anymore. But I couldn't let him step in and stop daddy, because then Kent would get hurt. I would never allow that to happen, especially if he would get hurt over me. He deserves so much better than this, and I knew this for a fact. He was the sweetest guy I have ever met, you would think because of the way he had grown up, that he would take the wrong path, but he did the complete opposite. He was almost the perfect son, but because of me, nobody saw that side of him. He had perfect grades, perfect manners, perfect personality and people skills, and he has the ability to make anybody feel better when their feeling down. I on the other hand only had looks, something that hasn't helped me so far in life.

Dad started to pull me upstairs and I walked behind him until I got to my room. Dad began to roughly kiss me and I stood their completely frozen to my spot in place. I didn't move, just waited for it to be over. He layed me on my bed and started to remove my blouse making his way to the hem of my skirt. Tears started to fall from my eyes as I couldn't help it anymore. I cried the whole while he was hurting me, making sure to muffle my sobs so Kent wouldn't hear. Dad kept kissing and touching me, murmuring loving comments into my ears before thrusting his full length into me. I cried out in pain, not usually feeling this much before. He kept pumping himself inside of me as I bit down on my lip to stop from screaming in searing pain. He didn't stop until he had finished and once we layed there in each other's arms he moved to position himself for round 2.

He had sex with my 3 times that night not making me able to fall asleep until 2 in the morning. I was exhausted beyond belief and quickly fell asleep.

Here I am now, laying in bed beside my dad. My entire body feels like it has been trampled on my a hundred little kids running to the ice cream stand. I sighed and looked at the clock noticing I had 30 minutes before I had to leave for school. I sneakily get out of bed without waking dad and quickly got changed before limping - because of how sore I was from last night - downstairs for a quick breakfast. Kent was sitting at the table watching my every agonizing step before getting up and quickly hugging me tight, trying to comfort an already broken girl. I stood there for a while before welcoming the hug and crying into his shoulder. He realized how bad the past night must have been and tightened his grip on me before asking if I was OK.

"Yeah I'm good now, - I sniffled wiping my tear stained eyes - should we be heading out now?" I asked looking for my backpack.

"Brooky, I don't think you should go to school today. You're not exactly in the right state, and I can tell that you are still hurting from last night." He said with a concerned voice and stubborn stance. I stared at him for a minute before sighing and stepping closer.

"I know Kent, but school is better than being alone at home." He sighed knowing it was the truth and turned heading towards the door. I followed him into his car and he drove to school in silence.