Saving Her Lost Soul

Chapter 18

When we return home our clothes are damp and smelly. Once we did the wall we hung back and waited for Mom and Dad. Dad helped Mom at every whim. She did very well doing it all with only one hand but she did struggle. I think she put on a brave face for me. I told her she didn't have to do it but she told me she wanted to. She wanted to do it for herself more than anything and I guess I admire that. "Strip," Mother speaks.
"Er. . ." Flynn mumbles as we all start to stip into our underwear in the hallway so we can't traipse mud everywhere.
"If you don't she will turn into a monster," Tyler warns. "If you get mud on my nice white floor," Tyler mimics Mom's voice and I laugh.
"Don't be rude, Son." Mother says as she stands in her underwear and now I'm the awkward mess. I've only just realised why Flynn is so nervous. I hate that he's seeing my beautiful Mom in her underwear and vice versa. Everyone heads upstairs to shower leaving the piles of dirty clothes in the hallway.
It's just Flynn and I left and I feel like I'm sinking into the ground. I watch as Flynn strips to his boxer and it feels odd not because I haven't seen him naked before. I guess it's just the situation. I stand awkwardly in his shirt and underwear. He looks up at me once he's free of his clothes, "You're still wearing my top?" he says quietly incase of prying ears.
"It protects me," I shrug. "It keeps me warm when you can't," he looks up the stairs and comes towards me.
"Well, in that case I better get you another one." I giggle as he wraps his arms around me. He peppers kisses over my jaw and down my neck. He pulls his top over my head and discards it on the floor. "Think of me when you shower."
"I want to shower with you," I confess but we both know it can't happen. Not now, it would be too obvious.
"I know, me too. Go, make sure you lock the door or I wouldn't be able to stop myself." I grin and turn away from him feeling his eyes burning me as I walk up the stairs. I make my way to the bathroom and lock the door.
I get in the shower and turn it to the max. I scrub my body because I am actually physically dirty this time. I really need to get my strawberry body wash and shampoo. I miss my usual smell, this lavender shit ain't doing anything for me. I don't linger in the shower and I get out and brush my teeth. I wrap a towel around me and look at myself in the mirror. I flinch when I see the damp blonde hair rather than the black.
I shouldn't miss the dark me but I do. I changed back to minimise the chance of falling back into my hole so easy. I spit and put my brush back in the pot and leave the bathroom. I enter my bedroom and lock the door. "Honey!" Mother calls through the door. "We are going out for an early dinner. Will you wear the dress we got you? I'll leave it outside the door if you choose to wear it. I love you," she says softly.
I don't reply but she knows I'm in here. I can wear the dress can't I? It's just a dress. I unlock the door and peer out and the hallway is empty. I reach for the box and bring it into my room. I lock the door and place the box on the bed.
I dry myself and my hair with the blowdrier. The heat flushes my cheeks as the air blows passed my hair. I apply my make up, it was a mistake not putting it on earlier. I make my eyes slightly darker than I normally would. Applying eyeliner to bring out my eyes.
I put on underwear and I slide on the dress. I look down and I curse, it's a dress you need to wear without a bra. I take off the dress and remove the bra. I slide the dress back on and I look down. If it was black I would adore it, it would have been my new favourite dress. It's a lower halter neck tie back. Ruched detail mini cami bodycon. You can see the side of my breasts in the front of the dress. I've never worn anything so revealing but I do like it. I wouldn't say it was slutty at all.
I sit and curl my hair making beach waves. Once I'm done I spray perfume on my neck and wrists. I need some shoes, I peer out into the hallway. "Mom?" I yell. A few moments later she comes from downstairs.
"Yes honey?" I don't let her see anything but my face keeping the door almost closed.
"Can I borrow some shoes please to go with my dress. I have nothing suitable," I ask sweetly. She's always going to functions with Dad so she has lots of nice stuff.
"Sure honey, I have just the shoes. I'll be back," I nod and close the door as she's walking away. We've always been lucky that way, we're the same shoe size and we were the same dress size but I lost weight over the summer. This dress hugs my curves perfectly.
Mom taps on the door minutes later, "I'll leave them outside honey." I open the door and pull her in my room and she's shocked. She looks me up and down and she gushes, "So beautiful and so grown up." A tear falls down her face and I hug her.
"I love you, Mom. I love the dress, even though it's not black."
"It matches your eyes honey. It's so you," I pull away from her and smile. She reaches up and strokes my head. She's wearing a lovely white lace dress which is less reveling than mine but it still shows off her body. She holds the shoes out to me and I take them, "I'll get my black coat you like and leave it by the door so you don't get cold. We will leave in twenty minutes." She turns for the door, "Oh, don't forget to send a picture to EA he will be blinded by your beauty tonight." I blush as she leaves the room.
She's amazing and I hate how I pushed her away because I love her unconditionally. She was always my best friend and she seems to be treading on egg shells around me in case I run again. I examine the shoes before I put them on. They are high heeled silver strappy shoes. The straps fasten above the ankle. I place them on and I feel strange in these heels.
I'd look in the mirror but I smashed it. Mom must have cleared the mess up because I didn't. I'm not sure how I feel about that considering she went in my room without my permission. The handle of the door jiggles and I jump, I didn't lock the damn door. Flynn walks in the room with black jeans and a navy buttoned shirt. His hair is still damp and I bite my lip. The shirt is a bit snug on him and I see his muscles protruding. That shirt makes him look so hot and I'm not even daunted by that colour on him.
His mouth falls open when his eyes fix on me. "Fuck," he gasps. He pushes the door closed with his hands behind his back not taking his eyes off me. He reaches for the lock clumsily and then he stalks towards me like I'm his prey. I'm frozen to the spot and I can't move. "You look incredible, Ri." I blush again but glad for the make up hiding my burning cheeks.
"So do you," I whisper. His hand traces my bare thighs and I gasp. He has me under his spell and he could do anything he wanted to me right now.
"How the fuck am I going to let people look at you like this?" he moves my blonde hair away from my neck and his lips claim my neck and I squirm. One of his hands holds my neck and the other holds my ass to him keeping me still, "I want to peel this amazing dress off you later." I nod not able to find my word. "No bending over, baby or I'll have to kill all guys that see your underwear."
I giggle but I know he's deadly serious. His lips brush softly over my collarbone and I groan. "You're so fucking edible right now. I can't stop, I'm just glad it's not your usual scent or we'd both be fucked."
"What?" I mumble not understanding. His tongue glides where his lips have been and I tilt my head back relishing his touch.
"You aren't the only one that likes strawberries. You are like my own strawberry flavoured popsicle." His soft lips find mine and I groan into his mouth and his piercing toys with my tongue. My tongue begs for it's touch. "Fuck, I can't stop," he growls into my mouth. His minty breath invades my senses and I'm lost.
"Don't stop," I beg and he groans in frustration. His hand places over my chest and slips under my dress to my boobs. His warm hands burn my breasts and I can't help but lean into his hands anyway.
"Sis! We're going soon." We both pull away breaking our spell, we aren't very good at being careful.
"I'm coming!" I yell as I turn to face the door. Flynn pulls me back to his body, my backside pushes up against his erection.
"No, you're not but I will make you later," he promises into my ear and I smile. He kisses the sweet spot behind my ear and releases me. I unlock the door and open it. I peer out and it's clear so I move my hand to gesture for Flynn to leave my room. He smiles and gets really close as he leaves my room and I smell his musky scent. I'm glad he doesn't smell any different.
I shut the door and walk carefully in the thin heels. I walk dowstairs and I walk into the living room where they are all sat waiting to go. All their mouths fall open even Mom's and she's already seen me in it. "You look beautiful, princess." Dad says and I smile.
"Are you guys ready then or what?" I roll my eyes. I don't like being stared at like this, it makes me self concious like the are seeing more than what's on the outside. They all stand up and Mom leads the way into the hall. Mom passes me her coat that I like. It's an asymetric zip front which reaches to my knees. It's longer than the fricking dress. I do up the belt rather than the zip as it's a bit big now.
Dad opens the door for us and holds it open as we walk outside. Man it's cold out here. I didn't even bother bringing my phone as I have no where to keep it. Not like anyone has my number to contact me anyway other than these people. I slide into the middle of the backseat and do my belt up. I see Rosie on the floor and I reach down and grab her bringing her to my lap. Everyone piles in and I sigh as Flynn's scent is getting masked by Tyler's cologne and Mom's perfume.
I awkwardly cross my legs as the dress looks even shorter now I'm sat down. I bring the coat to cover my legs the best I can. I look up at Flynn who's looking at my effort at covering up and he grins. Dad pulls out the drive and the tension build again. I reach for Tyler's hand and he looks at me. I hate this car and I can't hold Flynn's hand without suspicion. He squeezes my hand and goes back to looking out the window.
We all sit in silence as the car moves through the dark night. The car clock reads 5.24 pm I can't wait for summer to return and it's only just left. I hate the dark lonely nights, I like the long days. The warm sunsets, the shorter dark nights.
"Dad, please." I say shakily when my anxiety grows too strong. He sees my panic in the rearview mirror and he slows down. Flynn grabs my hand and I look at him. I guess it is dark so no one can really see. My body heats instead of the cold fueling my anxiety.
I wish Tyler would drive us, I don't freak out as much when he drives. When we arrive in the car park of the hotel I withdraw my hands from them both. I push Tyler so he gets out the car quicker. I leave Rosie on my seat. I unladylike scramble out the car and I don't care if I'm flashing anything because I hate it in there. Once I'm on my feet I straighten out my dress.
I put my arm through Tyler's and he escorts me to the hotel. My family are rich and they aren't afraid to show it. I'm not your typical rich kids daughter though. I wouldn't say I was spoilt or that I get my own way. I've never been bratty or acted like I had money. Sure, I've wanted for nothing but I've never asked for a pony or a car. Well, Dad did buy me a car but I never asked for it and I've never driven it. I think it's in the garage somewhere. I don't want it, it will give me too many memories of him.
I've never asked my parents for much, they've given us a good education. We were expected to go to private school. We went on at least one family vacation a year that must cost thousands but that was their choice not mine. The doorman holds the door open for us "Blake's" he nods to us all. "Sir," he nods to Flynn and Flynn's eyes widen with disgust.
"Mr and Mrs Blake, right this way," Frank greets us. He hold his hands out to collect our coats and Mom and I hand ours over and he hands them to the coat clerk. He grabs some menus and esorts us to the table and my mouth drops open as there are people at our table.
What the fuck is this? I stop as everyone keeps walking. Mason and his parents and Evelyn and her parents. Fuck my life, they all sit around the table. "Miss Blake?" Frank say holding a chair for me. Mason's head turns and his mouth drops open. Mason stands up and shoos Frank away.
"Allow me, Riley?" he says holding the back of the chair next to his. I shoot my parents a glare and my mother gives me a polite smile.
"They all wanted to share your birthday with you," she shrugs. Mother fuckers, how could they do this to me? I look around the table and Flynn is sat next to Evelyn and Tyler sits next to mine and Flynn's.
"Sit down, sis." Tyler says patting the chair. I throw my head back and groan. This is going to be hell. I sit down and Mason pushes my chair in. He touches my bare shoulders and I flinch slightly. He ignores me and slides in his seat next to me. I look at him and he swallows looking at my bare legs. I pull my dress down crossing them.
"You changed your hair back, I never noticed how hot you were with blonde hair." He says as he leans in to whisper in my ear. I shift my weight slightly away from him hoping it was as subtle as I meant it.
"As you're all here now, can I get you some drinks?"
"Sure, two bottles of champagne to celebrate Riley's birthday." Mason's mother Kayleigh says. Mason casually places his hand on my bare leg and I freeze. I look up at Flynn at the opposite side of the table who's eyes are burning me. He practically jumps from his chair but remains seated. He's giving Mason dagger stares. I hate that Mason is touching me but I can't cause a scene.
"Can I get a glass of pepsi for my daughter please?" Dad asks and Frank nods. I should be able to have a glass but I know once I've tasted it I won't stop and besides my heart has rejected it.
"Are you not drinking, Riley? You aren't pregnant are you?" Evelyn's mother says. I roll my eyes, just keep breathing Riley.
"No, I'm not pregnant." I snap.
"You smell so good," Mason says as his nose touches my neck. I push his chest away from me. I was always in control so me pushing him away isn't a shock. Frank leaves the table to get our drinks and our company looks at the menu. "Do you want to come to mine after?"
"Can't, my parents request my presence on my birthday." I look around the table and it seems everyone is watching our little exchange.
"Hayden, can I take your daughter out tonight?" Mason asks and I groan. I give Dad a look to cover for me. He knows there's someone in my life anyway.
"Sorry son, it's only one of the rare few days I get to spend the whole day with my daughter." he smiles at me and I nod in thanks.
"Maybe you could sneak out, later?" God he's persistent tonight. I give him a slight smile not giving a yes or no.
Flynn leans into Tyler, "How come you let him be with your sister? He's your friend too and he's a sleezeball." Flynn says low enough that I only just catch his words.
"It's not like I let him but he's not dangerous like you. He's harmless," Dangerous? Flynn isn't dangerous, not to me. Flynn only nods in reply.
Five minutes later Frank comes back to take our order, "Miss Blake, what can I get you?" I used to hate that he called me that but I like it now. Less personal.
I shake my head, "I'm good, Frank. I'm not eating."
"Yes you are," Dad scolds.
"No, I'm not. You never asked me if I wanted company. I don't do this with people anymore."
"Do what? Celebrate your birthday with friends?"
"Why can't you accept I'm not the girl I used to be? I don't have friends! I'll sit here and make small talk but you can't make me eat." I stand up.
"Where are you going?"
"To the bathroom, am I allowed?" I snap. He looks flustered and everyone else stays quiet.
"Riley," Flynn growls. I ignore him and storm off to the bathroom. I did actually need a wee anyway. I enter the bathroom and lock the door. I go to the loo and flush the chain. I wash my hands, "Riley, open the door," he calls. I unlock it and he shuffles in, "Your Dad asked me to speak to you, he said I quote 'Son, can you go talk some sense into her, she seems to only listen to you. You're a good friend to both my kids.' I roll my eyes.
"You aren't my friend." I snap. He covers my lips with his finger to stop me talking and my heart pounds.
"I don't know, I'd class you as my friend. We talk, we have fun together, we care about each other why can't we be friends?"
"Because I don't do the friends thing."
"But you also said you don't do a lot of things but I proved you wrong. You're secretly my girlfriend and you swore you'd never do that." He lifts me up on to the sink cabinet surrounding it. "Please, Ri, eat even if it's just this once. I know it would mean alot to your parents."
"I can't," I whisper. It's too hard to eat in front of others, especially guys. My stomach does back flips at the thought.
"Try. . ." his lips claim mine and he shimmies my dress up to my waist. "I need to get some condoms. I can't make a habit of this because we don't truly know," he pants through his lips. So we are doing this, right here right now? He undoes his jeans and slides them down. He slides his fingers over my panties pulling them to the side and his fingers brush between my legs. It was only a slight brush but it's made me so sensitive to his touch.
He slides me further towards the edge before thrusting into me. "I couldn't fucking wait any longer to be inside you. Having him touching you. . ." he pants thrusting harder and deeper inside me. "I'm glad you pushed him away because I wouldn't be so calm right now, Ri."
"I'm yours, Flynn. I belong to you, I want you anyway I can." I confess and that only causes him to push harder into me, not that I mind, in fact I revel in it. I throw my head back feeling all of him.
"Please, eat tonight Ri." I shake my head and he pulls out of me making me miss his touch. I pull him back to me with my feet and he pushes back inside me tormenting me, "Yes, baby." I shake my head and he repeats the process.
"Please, Flynn." I whimper and he does it one more time until I surrender, "Okay, please, Flynn."
"Thank fuck for that," he picks up the rhythm until we are both hanging off the edge ready to go to our safe haven again. "Come on baby, give it up." I groan into his neck calling his name. I just want to sink my teeth into him but I can't mark him or Tyler will get suspicious.
I love that he couldn't wait and he had me in the bathroom. And I don't even care that he used sex as a weapon because for me it was fun and exciting. I marvel in the fact that he can do that because he makes me feel. My heart swells for him even more. Not only is he taking the black away from my icy heart he's heating it and making it bigger.