My Story.

My Poor Baby.

I sat down opposite Kerry. She was lost in her music. Eyes closed. I watched her in silence. She would occasionally flex her neck this showed her collarbone beautifully. All I wanted to do was nibble gently across it. I lit another cigarette and rested my chin on my hand and continued my silent vigil. She must have started to get thirsty because she wet her lips then dragged her teeth across her bottom lip. I found myself biting my own lip. My dreams were playing out in front of me. I touched her hand to get her attention. She jumped a mile. She took off her headphones and smiled when she saw it was me.

"Hello Beautiful." She blushed. It was adorable.

'You looked lost in your music. What are you listening to?" 

She handed me her headphones and I was surprised to hear my old buddy Marc singing.

I smiled and handed them back to her.

"Ready to continue where we left off?" She gave me a nervous smile.

I held her hand again and let my other hand trace figure 8's up and down her forearm. We hardly spoke. I think she might have been feeling the electricity too. At least once she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I wanted to lean in and kiss her eyelids.  I wasn't sure why.

After a few minutes my son arrived back with the pizza. I heard him talking to the others but I only had eyes for Kerry. The next thing I knew we were rudely interrupted by him slamming the boxes on the table next to us. Again Kerry nearly went through the roof she jumped that high. Embarrassed at her jumpiness she hurriedly put her headphones back on and busied herself pecking at her nails. I shoved the pizza box in her direction but she glanced across to the twat and shook her head. (I had followed her gaze and he was watching her intently). I'd heard the hunger noises coming from her stomach. I'm not stupid I figured out that there was a form of abuse going on here. I just wasn't sure how bad it was.

I sauntered over to the guys and asked them to distract twatbag. They had also realised that something wasn't quite right here and willingly helped me. Once they had his back to us I nudged her foot again and nodded towards the pizza. Again she looked towards him. This time he wasn't looking. She tentatively helped herself to the smallest slice. The whole time she watched him. Her eyes wide like a deer in the headlights... Just waiting for the car to hit. She ate the slice quicker than anything I've ever seen. Before I could say anything Joe voiced both of our concerns. He asked how long it had been since she had eaten. When she replied with "A couple of days" I wanted to beat the living daylight out of him. I actually started to walk towards him then I heard Kerry whimper. I turned to look at her. She looked quite ill.

"Are you alright love? You've gone quite pale."

Before I could say anything else she had dissappeard in the direction of toilet. I followed her but she had locked the door. Dammit. I stood for a few seconds. I could hear what sounded like her being sick.

My poor baby.

I made my way to Joe he was just as concerned as I was. Even more so when I voiced my fear that she might be pregnant. I thought he was going to explode with rage. I quickly informed him that Alan wasn't her father as we had initially suspected.

She came back in her eyes really watery. I wanted to get to the bottom of this so before she sat down I took her by the hand and led her back along the corridor. I found an unlocked room and guided her to a chair. I sat opposite her. She wouldn't look at me and played with her hands. I hooked her chin and tilted her face to look at me. Seeing the tears brimming almost broke my heart. I wanted to kiss her. A gentle but passionate kiss. One that would tell her that she would be safe with me. She started crying. I moved to sit by her and pulled her into my chest. I felt the butterflies again.

God why was she having this effect on me?

She sobbed into my chest for 10 minutes.. Maybe more. I struggled not to cry with her. When she eventually stopped. I continued to hold her tightly. I didn't want to let go of her. I couldn't let go of her. She eventually calmed down enough to tell me a few things.

My heart ached for this beautiful little angel as she told me about her life with a family that was probably even more dysfunctional than my own. Beaten regularly by her grandmother, Ignored by her parents. Finally she got to the part where Alan latched on to her...fucking lecherous twat. It was during a desperate bid for attention from her father that she had written to Alan in order to ask for his Autograph as a gift.

From what she said Alan had obviously realised that she was a youngster and decided to follow his dirty perverted dick. He befriended her father after initially just writing letters to Kerry. The dad got starstruck????? and started to invite the aforementioned twat to visit..Why??? The letter from Alan had eventually started to get more personal. He would write about having a five poster bed. At first I didn't understand..How thick am I? It took a few seconds to register that he was talking about his dick being the fifth post. Oh yeah!!! I felt a rage building inside me. I was going to kick the fucking dirty twatbag from here to kingdom come. Apparently he had decided that they would be getting married on her 18th birthday and would start a family immediately.  Wow...that's not a neanderthalic attitude at all.  Fucking twat. I couldn't believe that someone could treat her like that. I wanted to protect her from all of these people. I wanted to take her away and hide her, keep her safe, protect her .... and dare I say ....love her?

I promised her that there was no way in hell he would be able to hurt her again. I said I would help her to get away from him and get her home after the rehearsals had finished. Although I really didn't want her to leave. I talked her into washing all of the black make-up off. Mainly because most of it was smeared down her face but I also told her that although she looked good as a goth she was an extremely beautiful young woman who had an amazing natural beauty to her. I fetched her bag.

I told the others what the filthy scumbag had been doing to her. We came up with a plan to get her away from him.  I asked Joe to stop Kerry from leaving when the twat inevitably kicked off. I also asked the guys to help me form a barrier between Kerry and fuckface. They agreed. We decided that I was going to pretend I'd had sex with her, I wasn't convinced at first but we all knew that it would get the reaction wanted.  Once Kerry had changed back into her jeans and stuff....(Damn! She looked hot!) I explained that what we were going to do. She looked like she was about to cry again so I held her close..(YES!!! Fist pump..In my head only of course).

Once she was calm we headed back to the others. Arms around each other. Oh dear lord it felt so right. She fit perfectly, and I was on fire inside. As we walked into the room Reeves started singing let's get it on by Marvin Gaye. I shot him a filth look. It did however get Alan's attention away from Coco. As soon as he made eye contact with us I took my arm from around Kerry and messed with my zipper. I wanted to put my arm straight back around her but instead I held her chin and gave her a quick peck on the lips. (In reality I wanted to smash our lips together and snog her face off. My lips felt like I had just stuck them into an electrical socket)

Alan went into a full on rage as expected. I merely stared at him as he accused me of fucking her and when he moved to grab her he was blocked not only by me but the whole band. He screamed at her to get her bag and wait by the car....Yeah that wasn't gonna happen. This needed to be done  he had to see that he couldn't treat her this way. A real  man wouldn't hurt a woman. A lesson I was taught as a child. one that I had passed on to my son. When he threatened to teach her a lesson when they got home I lost it BIG TIME!!!

"SHE'S GOING NOWHERE PAL! ESPECIALLY NOT WITH YOU!"

I watched as he stormed out and I swear I didn't breathe until I was certain he had gone. I just wanted to protect her so badly.