Can't hate you || e.d

Late night tattoos

Sun

We entered the tattoo studio.. there was only one customer and one guy who was holding the needle.. I already felt the tingles in my stomach.. actually all over my body. I was already shaking and I didn't even know what I actually wanted. I had no plan of image in my head. I just wanted to do what I felt like doing..

"You can't be serious." he said looking at me as if he wasn't believing me. He was negatively surprised. I could see that he didn't want that. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and looked at him a little pissed. "I am serious." I said and he sighed. He ran his hand over his face. "I won't let you do that." he said letting his head fall back.

"You won't let me do that? You're not my da-..." I couldn't continue because he grabbed my face very roughly and took a few steps towards me so I had to take a few steps backwards... my heart stopped.. the way he was breathing and looking at me.. how close he was.. his serious face... "Don't you dare to say that I'm not your daddy.." he said and smirked..

He came closer and bent down.. he whispered into my ear.. "Because I am your daddy..". My heart was racing. I loved it when he was being like this.. it made my imaginations and hormones run wild.. I licked my lips and tried to not moan. As soon as I saw the tattoo guy coming I pushed him away.. He licked his lips and let his head fall back again but didn't take his eyes off me.

The girl who just got a tattoo on her inner arm left and the tattoo artist walked towards us. He had a very cool mustache and black hair. His arms were covered with tattoos as well. I was fascinated and it made me definitely want some too. It looked so amazing. I loved that kind of art. It was permanent.. permanent perfection. Something that was going to describe me.

He seemed like a very positive person. He smiled and greeted us nicely. "Welcome!" I loved positive people. He reached his hand out and I shook it. I smiled as well but Dean was really grumpy while he shook his hand. I wanted to slap some sense into him.

"My name is Brighton! How can I help you" he asked us and I bit my lip nervously.. "I want a tattoo but-..." Dean interrupted me. "Could you give us one second?" he asked with a fake smile and pulled me away, grabbing my arm without waiting for an answer. I looked at him eyes wide open.

"Babygirl you're not getting a tattoo." he said very seriously as soon as he was sure that he couldn't hear us but he seemed like he was minding his own business anyway.. I sighed. "Yeah.. you're right.. I'm not getting a tattoo.. I'm getting at least five.." I said and loved how he went nuts. "Uhm.. NO?!". I looked at him very furious. "Uh.. YES!?" I responded the same way. He pressured his lips and tried to keep calm.

He took a deep breath. "Do you know how much this hurts? Do you know that you'll never get rid of them? Do you even know what you want? Did you even plan this? Do you know that you could regret it one day?" he asked as if I didn't know what a tattoos was. Of course I knew it all. These were too many questions, that's why I didn't feel the need to answer them. He wasn't joking when he said that he's my daddy.

"Yes I know. Yes I know. Yes I know and yes I did. That was one of my ideas and yes I know." I answered all of his questions quickly although I didn't want to. He softened. "Baby.. this hurts like hell. That's too much for you and I hate seeing you in pain.". I sighed in disappointment. "But you covered your arms with them!" I said holding his arm up. "Yeah. Because they remind me of something. The pain reminds me of something. That's something completely different! You're a baby! Tattoos are nothing for you! You're parents are going to kill me!" he really insisted in being stubborn.

I took a deep breath.

"Dean.. I want them to remind me of something too. Your tattoos shouldn't only be there to remind you of the pain. There are so many more meanings behind them. They should remind you of how strong you actually are and of the stories that made you strong." I said looking down at his hands that I was holding. He looked down as well.. I think that it hit him..