Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 10: Amiyah

Her beautiful face swollen and bruised.

I would've never thought that my father would do something as absurd as this. How dare he be such a coward and lay hands on a woman? That man was not Jayceon King.

"Ma, are you okay?" it broke my heart to see her like this.

"I'm fine, this is not the first this happened. But its the last time." she said struggling to sit up.

"Relax, Mrs. King" Khambrel ordered. Her stubborn ass still persisted in her efforts of sitting up.

"Mommy, listen to him. Who knows how badly you're hurt and you trying to move."

"I said I'm fine, dammit!" she huffed.

The banging on the door interrupted this little disagreement.

"I'll get it" I hopped off the couch and opened the door to two uniformed officers.

"We've got a call about a disturbance from this residence. May we come in?" the middle-aged one with salt and pepper hair asked.

"Sure." I opened the door wide enough for them to enter.

They followed me into the living room. When salt and pepper saw my mom he wasted no time asking questions while the other took notes.

"Ma'am, what happened?"

"Me and my husband got into it obviously. These bruises aren't a good enough clue?" she got sassy with the officer.

"Look, I'm just here to help no need for the attitude, ma'am."

She sighed and told the officer what happened.

"Do you want to press charges?"

Hesitating she replied "No."

"No? What do you mean no? Look at what he did to you?!" that got me heated. I don't condone abusive relationships. Father or not he deserves to be punished.

"Okay, we're still going to report this. He just won't be pursued by the police. If you have any questions, here's my card." Salt and Pepper informed and walked towards the front door with the other officer tailing. Khambrel escorted them out.

"I don't believe you! How could you not press charges?!" I wanted to know the excuse.

"Don't fucking question my actions, little girl. Stay in a child's place." she snapped.

Her tone hushed me up while I watched her struggle but succeed in getting off the couch and limping up the stairs. Just as Khambrel entered the living room, her room door slammed.

"Can we go to your house? I can't stay in this negative environment any longer." I sighed, fed up with everything.

"Come on."  and with that I locked up the house and speed walked to his all black 2015 Chevrolet Camero. Even though his dad puts his job before his family, he really pulled some strings to get this Camero.

I ended up falling asleep on the way to his house, considering I was rudely awakened from my beauty sleep.

Soft pecks to my neck caused me to stir. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed that we was in his room. Damn, I slept that hard?

Soft pecks turned into sucking, making me zestier than salad dressing.

"Kham, move."  I commanded while he slid off my pants. I didn't need him thinking I forgot even though I forgave him.

Instead of listening he slid his hands into my panties, putting a finger into the cookie jar. I arched my back in response.

"You still want me to stop?" he whispered, his breath hot on my neck.