"Ignore it," Stevie hooks her hand under my jaw and kisses me aggressively. My mind drifting back to her as I smell the sweet scent of coconut and vanilla. My hands begin to lift up her tank top, my fingertips run across her silky smooth skin.
She breaths out as she moves down to fiddle with my button and zipper of my jeans. She almost has my full attention until again there is a loud banging against the thin door.
My heart races and anxiety pumps into my bloodstream faster then I can comprehend. My chest tightens and an uncomfortable heat rises against my face, my body is radiating with fear.
"Stevie, get out here or I'm coming in!" I hear a raspy voice yell through the thin wooden door. This slurred speech was followed by another loud knock that convinced me the next time he did that he would bring the door down.
"Leave me alone!" Stevie fires back at the door while she pulls off her tank top and goes on as if none of this was happening. I could see that she was consciously trying to block out the disturbances occurring between us.
"Stevie!" Her father thunders pounding on the door finally waking up Kyla who whimpers from the startling loud sound.
Stevie gets up off of me and saunters over to the door where she swings it open. A man with a scruffy beard and eyes filled with rage gave her a tiresome gaze.
"What are you doing?" Stevie places her hands on her hips and tilts her head conveying her annoyance of his interruption.
"Where is your shirt?" He slurs with a bottle in his hand. The stench of alcohol travels over to me and stings my nose as I stand up and hold Kyla close to my chest while she whines.
"Where is your dignity? You are drunk and I'm not dealing with this, with you tonight," Stevie told him slamming the door right up until he caught it and pushed the door back open knocking Stevie off her balance.
He approaches us coming inside, I put Kyla down and encourage her under the bed as a hiding mechanism. If things escalated I didn't want her seeing any of it.
My head snapped when I heard a gasp and a thud against the rough carpeted floor. Stevie falls and hits the ground, she winces when a sharp kick to the stomach impacts her stomach. I lunge towards her father. Responding with violence my fist connects with his jaw, he stumbles back and drops the beer bottle in his hand. The glass shatters into a million pieces and he doesn't take a second thought picking up a shard.
He comes towards me and manages to slice a portion of my bicep, the burning sting causes me to clench my jaw and recoil. He tries to come at me again but I dodge him, pushing him down and kicking him square in the face. He laughs roughly while blood and snot run from his nose, he smiles and with teeth are glazed over thinly with his blood.
"H!" Stevie pulls me away from him when I find myself unable to stop the violence. I had seen red and if Stevie hadn't intervened there was no doubt in my mind that I would have killed him.
"I know who you are," He says coughing up blood and choking for a few seconds before regaining his composure.
"No, you don't," I say darkly beginning to hear Kyla who was sobbing under the bed where I had left her for safety reasons.
"Yes I do Harry," He leads himself into a coughing fit and again I bring down a few more kicks to the groin area where he winces in pain.
"H! Stop it you are going to kill him!" Stevie cries grabbing my arm that bleeds profusely from the cut her father had inflicted.
"Stevie grab Keke, GO!" I thunder at her watching her scared eyes watch me for a few seconds before doing as she is told. I give her father one last swift kick to his head before I knock him out completely.
