Short Stories/Orginal

daddy issues

The bedroom had dark shades of velvet and black. He remained irritable and fixated on his anger. He was a victim to his own self pity.
"Let's just get this over with, Angela or whatever your name is," He muttered.

"Angerona," I stated.

"Ya, okay."

He gestured for me to sit next to him on the white covers of his bed. I could hear the creaky record play through the halls. The man's voice eerily cried out in desperation. I couldn't make sense of the lyrics, but it was strangely beautiful.

He sat still quietly, and stared at his hands. His expression was blank, maybe wandering in his thoughts till the seams fell apart. I couldn't tell but it felt familiar.

"How about we start out with the mapping," I offered.

He grunted, and kicked his feet back. "Sure, I'm okay with that,"

I started to sketch out the lines. He seemed stuck on a thought, but I chose not to worry. That was a mistake. Cyril never did his work, and it surprised me that he never repeated a grade either. Perhaps the money?

"Are you gonna help me?" I asked monotonically. I didn't put any expression into my words around him. There was no point, and I rather not waste my time on him.

"Help?" He scoffed, "Does it look like I care about you or this shitty project? You should know I don't, you fuckin' creep," He tossed a rubber ball in the air.

"Creep? It least I don't talk every second of my life because I don't need the attention of others to keep me happy. Unlike...some," I should've known better. I was the match to a gasoline soaked tree.

"EY!" He stood up, and furrowed his eyebrows. "Don't think you got a right to even be speaking. No one even knows your fucking name because you're just some pussy ass loner." Cyril was practically growling. I don't know why I started this anyways so I decided to leave. Let him cool.

"I'm gonna go. I'll finish the project at home, and I'll forge some sloppy handwriting for you. We'll get an A, end of story. Got it?" I said as I gathered my things. I was about to leave when he forcefully pinned me against a wall. His snowglobe fell onto the carpet as the dresser rattled. I could feel how hot is breathe was against my skin, and see how red his nose got. My body also started to feel hot.

"You're not leaving before you learn how to watch your mouth, Angerona," he pointed at my chest, poking me hard. I gripped the flushed skin of his arm very delicately. I saw his face flicker for just a moment.

"Let. Me. Go," I bit my teeth together. He smiled charmingly at me.

"Na, I think you need a lesson from someone who knows better," he tilted my head up using his hand. I rolled my eyes, and sighed loudly.

"Like you could teach me anything," I teased.

"We'll see about that one."

He leaned in closer to me. I could clearly see the smaller freckles lined under his dark eyes. His lips were centimeters from mine. I knew he was a prick, but I wanted him so much.

Our lips met and he kissed me with rage still boiling in him. I wrapped my arms behind his back, pulling him closer to my body. We moved our lips at a steady pace. His lips felt like some sort of heaven. They were so soft compared to his arrogant demeanor.

It wasn't long till I could feel his member getting hard. He rubbed against me and I was instantly met with pleasure. I could hear his breathe growing short, and the gentle grunts he'd make. I let out a moan by mistake. I wanted more.

"I'll make you feel even better baby," Cyril whispered in my ear. He twirled my hair and led me over to the bed. I laid down as he gripped my wrists, holding them above my head. "I'm gonna make you mine,"

I fell speechless. I stared back up at him with doe eyes, and he looked back down at me while smiling.