brenton's girl

twenty six

Leah's Pov-

I knew that I'd be in trouble. There was no way that Brian would go without telling Brenton. He made that pretty obvious. "What do you think he would do if he knew?" his voice was as sadistic in my head as I remembered it nearly an hour ago, yet somehow it was so peaceful, almost a lullaby.

I put my car in park and looked at the house in front of me. Brenton's. Well, his parents, but they've been out of town for three days, four more to go. I looked at my hands that were reluctantly shaking with nerves. The very hands that Brian had in his grasp. Brenton was going to be furious.

The thought of his anger, the rage he'd go through frightened me. I knew I'd cry, I do almost every time he yells at me. Especially when I done something wrong. I towed myself out of the security of my car and took a deep breath, opening his front door.

I walked inside, closing and locking the door behind me. I looked around the narrow hallway, the pictures of young Brenton and Vi always brought smiles to my face, but not this time. I walked towards my doom. There he sat, peacefully and relaxed on the couch. I instantly felt bad knowing that I'd be the reason for his mood change in ten minutes or so.

His eyes made contact with mine and I smiled greeting-ly. He always had a welcoming aora around him when he was home. That was one thing I fell in love with about him. One thing of several . "Hi." I said smiling ear to ear as I took place on his lap. I faced him with a leg on each side of his.

"Princess." He said and it melted my heart and caused butterflies to explode in my belly. His hands were innocently tracing patterns on my short covered thighs while he watched what I was doing.

What was I doing?

I sat on his lap and immediately began looking down at my still shivering hands. It was fear at its strongest. Had Brian already told him about my drop by at Wayside? Had he told Brenton that I wanted in, even if it was just a little? If he had told him, I was going to be in a lot of trouble, no doubt, we had had this argument a few times, it was always a definite no from him.

"Brenton," I whispered and grabbed at his stone hard hand. Sensing what I was wanting, he placed his large hand into my small, fragile hands. I played with his fingers and knew that he could feel the shake of my hands. He looked suspicious and yet worried and curious, too. "What would happen if I told you I did something bad?"

He seemed to take a moment and think over his answer a lot longer than I liked. Then he said, "it depends on what you've done of course." I nodded. That was fair. "What'd you do?"

I didn't dare to look at him, at least not until he grabbed my jaw in his free hand and forced me to do that very thing. I snapped. "Don't be mad. I went to Wayside. I talked to Brian. I was careful, I promise. No body touched me and I - they knew who I was. They knew who you were brenton - I -" I stopped my barely coherent speech and looked down at the hand I was holding. Well, the hand I was holding. Now it was just a fist. A hard as stone fist that balled in my breakable hands. "I-"

"There are reasons why I tell you to do certain things and why I tell you not to do others. There are reasons why I didn't want you there, Leah." He barked and I shrunk in his lap. His blue eyes a dark ocean gray and his mind was probably racing with thoughts that he would never share.

"Why?" I asked.

"No questions. " He told me and I nodded. He looked at me and finally I saw as his fist unclenched and he picked me off his lap, standing up, placing me on my own to feet. The next thing I knew, his fingers were wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to cause a small electrifying dizziness to enter my head. I watched as he slowly leaned down to my ear, his breath cold as it fanned across the side of my face and neck. His lips traced the shell of my ear and down to my jaw, back and forth until finally, he squeezed my throat exceptionally tight and yanked me towards him even more. My shoulder landed into his chest with an intense force and yet I stayed still, unharmed in any way.