Little Kitten Bruised and Beaten

Chapter Three Relationship

“Oh Kitten, what has he done to you…”

                “Everything, he was the first boy I had ever been with, he was the first person to touch me like that. Mommy said that it was ok, but then he-he started hitting me an-and I didn’t stop him… I couldn’t stop him…”

                When I looked up at Harpell he was furious, he was red in the face with his fists clenched at his sides.  Since he was still sitting on the floor I walked up to him and sat myself on his lap, laying my head on his chest. After a few moments I felt his arms wrap around me tightly.

                “Please Kitten let me help you…” I had to think on that for a moment, I had two choices I could say yes and possibly get out of my father’s home, or I could say no and this boy would leave me alone like I was before. But maybe being alone is better, you never know when they will turn on you I don’t need another man beating.

                “Kitten please I don’t want anything to happen to you, I could keep you safe and I promise I would never hurt you.” He said the last part firmly as if he was in a court house giving his alibi.

                “OK…”I whispered, at first I wasn’t sure if he heard me but soon he pulled away from me so I could look at him and his smiling face. For a while we just starred at each other, I watched as his eyes drifted from mine to my lips. I know what he is thinking so I leaned in and kissed his lips, at first it was just supposed to be a small peck on my part, but once my lips met his I couldn’t move away. He was surprised at first but responded quickly, our lips moved together in sync. I had never felt anything like this before, this kiss felt nice. Whenever I kissed daddy it felt wrong, I didn’t like kissing him, but kissing Harpell felt so nice so right. I really like kissing Harpell, but I can’t do this, he can help me but we can’t be a thing.

                With all the will power I had I pulled away from him, both of us were breathless. Panting I looked into his eyes and said, “We can’t.”

                “Wait what?”

                “We can’t do this.” I gestured between us.

                “Why not?” his confused face was way to adora-no I cannot do this, either he will get hurt or I will, relationships are a bad idea.

                “Harpell we just can’t, ok?”

                “No not ok! I want to be with you, so you will be mine!” I cringed away from his words, my head dropped down. I couldn’t fight him on this I had nothing left to fight with, all my get-up-and-go disappeared a long time ago. I nodded my head slowly but couldn’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. A few tears fell on to his hand and he froze.

                “Oh Kitten I'm so sorry! I don’t know what happened!” he again cradled me in his arms; I had a feeling he did this a lot.

                “It’s fine, I'm fine.” I reached up and wiped away the tears.

                “No Kitten what I did was wrong, you are fragile and I shouldn’t have said anything like that. I don’t know why I did; I guess I just really want to protect you. And I really like you, you are just so small and cute, with your little ears and soft tail. Way to cute!” he gushed.

                I giggled after he finished, no one had ever told me that, they all said I was ugly; they called me a freak and pushed me down. But Harpell was picking me up as I fell and telling me I was cute and… and… I think I can try this. “OK.” I said suddenly

                “OK?” he questioned.

                “OK we can try being a- uh… thing…”

                “Really?!?” I nodded my head quickly.

                “Yes but there is boundaries.”

                “OOOK…” he said slowly.

                “You are only allowed to touch me if I let you, you can hug me, hold me, kiss me but nothing sexual until I say so.” I tried to say it firmly but I just came out weak and tired.

                “Of course Kitten, now let’s get you home.”

                “No!” I cried and clung tightly to his bare chest.

                “Kitten what’s wrong?”

                “If I go home then… he will be there…”

                “Who?”

                “Daddy…”

                “Oh sweet Kitten, I didn’t mean that home, I meant your new home.”

                “New home?”

                “Yes you are going to come live with me.” He smiled proudly.

                “No.” I said quietly, I know I don’t want to go to my father’s but I also don’t want to go to his home. I need to go to my mommy before I do anything else.

                “Why?”

                “Because I even though I don’t want to go home, I know I have to. Daddy will be too drunk to even move he won’t be able to touch me; I need to talk to my mommy.”

                “Can I come with you? Just to make sure nothing happens.” I shook my head.

                “No, you go to your own home I will go to mine; I will speak to you tomorrow.”

                “W-we-well I'm at least going to drive you; you cannot walk home dressed like that!” I looked down at my attire and realized he was right; I was only wearing his t-shirt.

                “OK fine you may drive me home, but you will not set foot on the property or my daddy will be mad.”

                “Fine lets go get your stuff and I will drive you home.” I tried standing but after all that happened today I couldn’t. When Harpell saw this he picked me up and carried me like a baby. He had one hand under my bum as I rested against his hip. It seemed so easy for him, I hated how strong he was, it scared me a little bit.

                “Am I really that small?” I asked him. His deep chuckled filled the hallway.

                “Yes Kitten you are.” I pouted at this. But I didn’t protest I just wrapped my legs around his waist and used my tail to trace small circles on his hand.

                He sighed deeply, I was very content but soon my thoughts were invaded by ones of home. When I told Harpell that my daddy would be ‘too drunk to move’ I had lied. My daddy always waited for me to get home, he would have his way with me then the drinking would start. But Harpell could not know that, if he did he wouldn’t let me go home and I needed to go home.