Forever His

Chap 8

“office now” my father said. like always his voice commanded obedience. His eyes were hard. marcus grabbed my hard, no emotion, but then again my father never had emotion towards me ever.

Marcus arms wrap around me. he look at my father, his arms got tighter

“I'm ok” I whisper.

I took one look at Marcus. A minute ago he was all mad at me, ready to yell at me from the top of his lungs. Now he was holding me so tight I probably will have bruises.

“I'm ok” I said again stepping out the circles of his arms.  Marcus grabbed my hand

“I will be here”

“thank you”

“now please” my father said losing his patience. Ha like he ever had that.

I walked behind the man that I had known as my father all my life.

I walked into the office. My mother was sitting in one of the sofas. As soon as she saw me, she move from the sofa to me and hugged me.

“god are you ok? How you feeling?”

“mom I'm fine” I said pulling away “but nice for you to care more than a week after”

She recoiled back like I had hit her. I could see the shame in her eyes.

“you will not talk to your mother like that” my father said raising his hand.

“don’t touch her aaron” my mother said standing in front of me.

“Izobel, she bought a car with our credit cards and didn’t ever ask permission. Then she goes and destroy the very expensive car”

“that is all you care dad? That I bought a car and destroy it. not that I had an concussion, that I was out for 24 hours and nobody knew anything about me? no you care that I destroy a car” I sign “you are absolutely unbelievable” I said moving to the sofa.

“this behavior of yours is getting out of control”

“yeah and what you plan to do about it dad? Move closer god forbid that you spend some time with your daughter that isn’t to smack her around”

“Danielle don’t push your father”

“push him? the only thing I ask is for my parents to care. Not to come and  care a week after, not to come and rise their hand to me. for once I want my life to mean something to you. I want you to stop looking at me as the package that was drop on you, and that you never wanted”

“well is not a secret” my father said

“Aaron!!”

“what?” I said gasping for air.

“is true, we didn’t plan you. you just happen”

“that is the funny thing about babies dad, they happen” I shout

“I thought that been our daughter you will be easier. You will know how to behave”

“well guess what? you don’t get to choose who and how your children are” I said getting one his face “do me a favor and leave my house. i don’t want to see you”

“this isn’t your house”

“actually it is, I pay for it with my trust fund from my movies. So let yourself out Aaron Steel”  I trun back to my mother “even if it was late. Is really nice of you to care mom, I hope I see you before you go back to LA” I hugged her and walked out the door.

I found Marcus in the kitchen, a bottle of water on his hand.

“are you ok?” he asked. I didn’t say a word, I just shook my head, tears threatening to fall. Marcus nodded, then the door slammed.

Marcus move until he was standing in front me. he brushed my hair of my face.

“I didn’t do this properly the first time” he whisper, before his lips touched mine. His hands were one my hips, my lips open under his. His tongue slipped through my lips. His hands move down to the back of my thighs, suddenly I was lift, my legs and arms wrapped around him. Marcus started moving, he pull away solely. His lips move down my throat. Somehow we made it to the 3 floor without falling.  He pushed me against the door frame.

“whatever you need take it” he said his voice low. “whatever take the pain away” My lips touched his in a hungry kiss. this wasn’t how was supposed to be. Not my first time with him.

“let me take it away, the rage, the pain. Take it out on my and let me take it away” he said his lips on mine again. “tell me what you need baby?”

“you. I need you. make them go away Marcus”

Marcus lay me in bed. That first time was not about, passion, it wasn’t about liking each other. It was him making me forget that my parents didn’t care. I wasn’t surprise that it wasn’t sweet, slow and romantic.  Instead it was raw, and rough. It was a mating of bodies. I had the feeling that I wasn’t the only one trying to forget.

It was later that night when he pull me closer, at difference then the first time this wasn’t about the releasing the rage, the pain. This time it was about us. About what we were even when we try to fight it. about how we feel even when neither of us wanted to talk about it. this time it was about us, my parents and the world could screw themselves.

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