back.
“I killed my father when I was twelve.” Holy shiz balls; was not expecting that out of his mouth. He doesn’t let me say anything, and he continues.
“I have a sister, who is twenty-three. She is my world; I would do anything to protect her. There are only four years between us, though I treat her like she is my daughter rather than a sister. She was my world until you stepped into it.”
“Growing up, we didn’t have a mother. She died giving birth to Cassandra, so our father raised us. My father was the devil—an evil, sadistic man. He used to hit me at least once a day for something; God, for anything.” He stops and runs his hands through his hair. He looks at me, and I can see the pain in his eyes; he doesn’t want to tell this story. I wonder if he has told anyone before.
“He never used to hit Cassandra, though; I always thought it was because she reminded him of our mother. I’m glad she never got to see the end of his fist, though she endured worse; I just didn’t know about it.” He goes to the door, and I’m afraid he is going to walk out, but he doesn’t. He slides down the door, plants his ass on the floor and continues.
“I remember waking up one night to Cassandra crying, I had never really heard her cry much before, so I thought it was very odd. I remember walking into her room and seeing my father laying on top of her, stroking her hair and telling her to be quiet. I didn’t quite work out was happening till she saw me standing in the doorway. And when she did, I saw red. My father saw me there and told me to fuck off back to bed. I didn’t, though; I walked into his room, where I knew he kept his gun, and grabbed it. When I returned, Cassandra had stopped crying and laid there, stiff as a doll, not moving with her eyes closed. I’ll have that image implanted in my head for as long as I live. She gave up hope that day; she thought I gave up.” He drops his head between his legs, and it breaks me; it breaks me for his sister, and it breaks me for him. He looks back up at me and continues, though; I think he needs it off his chest, and I let him.
“I froze while I stood there with the gun in my hand, pointed to the floor; I didn’t know what to do. Cassandra saw me there and shook her head no, though I knew, I just knew, he would continue. This obviously wasn’t his first time, and it more than likely wouldn’t be his last.”
“He relieved himself and stood up, and that’s when he noticed me standing there. He asked me if I wanted another beating, and if I didn’t, I was to get back to my room. I knew I couldn’t; I knew I had to end this, and I had to protect her. So, I raised the gun and shot him straight between the eyes.” He smiles when he says that.
“Cassandra and I were put in foster care and stayed there till we were old enough to leave. I was always in a fight there, getting into some kind of trouble: doing drugs, drinking alcohol, everything. That is, until I realized I would soon be old enough to leave. As soon as I was out, I got the first job I could find, and that was with your father. He has helped me with Cassandra, and for that, I give him my life.”
I’m not quite sure what I am meant to say to him. Obviously, he is a grown man now, but those demons would still be there. I lean down to him, go to my hands and knees and grab his face. When I look at him, I see everything I want; I see a man who fights for what he loves, fights to keep what he loves and most of all, loves hard.
His eyes meet mine, and I can tell it wasn’t easy for him. l lean in and kiss him softly on the lips and cheeks, placing soft kisses all over his face. His eyes don’t leave mine while I kiss him, and each time I lay a kiss on him, I look into his eyes.
I sit back and start undoing the buttons on his shirt, and he lets me. Once I have his shirt off, I stand up and drop my dress to the floor. I have no bra or knickers on, so I am fully exposed to him. He looks at me
“I killed my father when I was twelve.” Holy shiz balls; was not expecting that out of his mouth. He doesn’t let me say anything, and he continues.
“I have a sister, who is twenty-three. She is my world; I would do anything to protect her. There are only four years between us, though I treat her like she is my daughter rather than a sister. She was my world until you stepped into it.”
“Growing up, we didn’t have a mother. She died giving birth to Cassandra, so our father raised us. My father was the devil—an evil, sadistic man. He used to hit me at least once a day for something; God, for anything.” He stops and runs his hands through his hair. He looks at me, and I can see the pain in his eyes; he doesn’t want to tell this story. I wonder if he has told anyone before.
“He never used to hit Cassandra, though; I always thought it was because she reminded him of our mother. I’m glad she never got to see the end of his fist, though she endured worse; I just didn’t know about it.” He goes to the door, and I’m afraid he is going to walk out, but he doesn’t. He slides down the door, plants his ass on the floor and continues.
“I remember waking up one night to Cassandra crying, I had never really heard her cry much before, so I thought it was very odd. I remember walking into her room and seeing my father laying on top of her, stroking her hair and telling her to be quiet. I didn’t quite work out was happening till she saw me standing in the doorway. And when she did, I saw red. My father saw me there and told me to fuck off back to bed. I didn’t, though; I walked into his room, where I knew he kept his gun, and grabbed it. When I returned, Cassandra had stopped crying and laid there, stiff as a doll, not moving with her eyes closed. I’ll have that image implanted in my head for as long as I live. She gave up hope that day; she thought I gave up.” He drops his head between his legs, and it breaks me; it breaks me for his sister, and it breaks me for him. He looks back up at me and continues, though; I think he needs it off his chest, and I let him.
“I froze while I stood there with the gun in my hand, pointed to the floor; I didn’t know what to do. Cassandra saw me there and shook her head no, though I knew, I just knew, he would continue. This obviously wasn’t his first time, and it more than likely wouldn’t be his last.”
“He relieved himself and stood up, and that’s when he noticed me standing there. He asked me if I wanted another beating, and if I didn’t, I was to get back to my room. I knew I couldn’t; I knew I had to end this, and I had to protect her. So, I raised the gun and shot him straight between the eyes.” He smiles when he says that.
“Cassandra and I were put in foster care and stayed there till we were old enough to leave. I was always in a fight there, getting into some kind of trouble: doing drugs, drinking alcohol, everything. That is, until I realized I would soon be old enough to leave. As soon as I was out, I got the first job I could find, and that was with your father. He has helped me with Cassandra, and for that, I give him my life.”
I’m not quite sure what I am meant to say to him. Obviously, he is a grown man now, but those demons would still be there. I lean down to him, go to my hands and knees and grab his face. When I look at him, I see everything I want; I see a man who fights for what he loves, fights to keep what he loves and most of all, loves hard.
His eyes meet mine, and I can tell it wasn’t easy for him. l lean in and kiss him softly on the lips and cheeks, placing soft kisses all over his face. His eyes don’t leave mine while I kiss him, and each time I lay a kiss on him, I look into his eyes.
I sit back and start undoing the buttons on his shirt, and he lets me. Once I have his shirt off, I stand up and drop my dress to the floor. I have no bra or knickers on, so I am fully exposed to him. He looks at me
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