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crying when I got to the bottom of the stairs. I wondered if I should interrupt her, but she sounded like she could probably use a friend. I understood being at the bottom of despair with no way out, but unfortunately she didn’t have someone to save her like I did. The man who saved me expected a whole lot better from her. I turned the corner and watched her for a couple of seconds before I spoke up.
“Chloe?” I asked. She jumped in surprise, and then lifted her head.
“I guess you heard all of that?” She asked. “These walls are paper thin…”
“Yes, I’m sorry.” I decided to keep the fact I was eavesdropping to myself and let her think I simply overheard it from where I was supposed to be.
“Since he is going to tell me who you are, why don’t you enlighten me.” She swallowed hard and narrowed her eyes at me.
“I’m nobody, really.” I walked into the room and sat down. “He arrested me for shoplifting a while back, and then he ran into me at a homeless shelter…”
“Oh, that’s great.” She shook her head back and forth. “He’s letting homeless shoplifters stay in my room now. Are you fucking him?” She asked bluntly.
“What? No!” It was the truth, even if I was certain it was going to happen soon—or would have happened soon had she not burst through the front door.
“I see. So my father just let a random shoplifter he arrested move in, and he’s not fucking you?” She laughed a little bit through the tears.
“He’s a nice man.” I said quietly.
“Right…” She said as she reached into her purse and dug out a pack of Marlboro Lights. “Want one?”
“No thank you.” I said as I declined.
“Don’t tell the warden.” She said as she took a drag. “He may not have whipped my ass for getting thrown out of school, but he’d definitely do it if he caught me smoking.”
“Your secret is safe with me.” I replied. “So, was there a lot of that growing up?”
“You don’t even want to know.” She shook her head. “He’s a dictator.”
Part of me wanted to share my secret with her, but I knew I shouldn’t do that without Solomon’s consent. Eventually, she went up to the guest room and I helped her carry a few bags upstairs. It was no easy ordeal with the pain still radiating from my bottom, but I managed it. I wondered to myself what would have happened if she came home only an hour before and found me across her father’s knee. I was screaming so loud that it would have been impossible to hear her until she was already upstairs and bearing witness to my humiliation. Solomon would have had a hell of a time explaining that one, and her news might not have been quite so bad for her to deliver. Either way, we had dodged a proverbial bullet with it. She got settled in and then I went downstairs to wait on Solomon. I had no idea where he went or when he would be back, so I watched television. Chloe came down a few times and then retired to the guest room and I fell asleep in his chair with the television still on. I was awakened at some point later by the sound of the front door slamming.
“Solomon?” I asked as I heard uneven footsteps.
“Yeah, it’s me.” He walked in and sat down. I could tell he was intoxicated, but not completely gone. He sat down and lit a cigarette.
“Are you okay?” I asked as he rubbed his brow.
“I’m fine. I’m sorry I put you in that situation earlier. I had no idea she would be coming home.” He said with a long drawn out sigh.
“Come over here.” He said as he leaned back in his chair.
“Okay.” I stood up and walked over to him. He guided me into his lap with my knees on either side of his hips.
“This doesn’t change anything between us.” He said sternly. “My daughter will just have to accept that you are a part of my life. You might get away with a little more than you would normally since I
“Chloe?” I asked. She jumped in surprise, and then lifted her head.
“I guess you heard all of that?” She asked. “These walls are paper thin…”
“Yes, I’m sorry.” I decided to keep the fact I was eavesdropping to myself and let her think I simply overheard it from where I was supposed to be.
“Since he is going to tell me who you are, why don’t you enlighten me.” She swallowed hard and narrowed her eyes at me.
“I’m nobody, really.” I walked into the room and sat down. “He arrested me for shoplifting a while back, and then he ran into me at a homeless shelter…”
“Oh, that’s great.” She shook her head back and forth. “He’s letting homeless shoplifters stay in my room now. Are you fucking him?” She asked bluntly.
“What? No!” It was the truth, even if I was certain it was going to happen soon—or would have happened soon had she not burst through the front door.
“I see. So my father just let a random shoplifter he arrested move in, and he’s not fucking you?” She laughed a little bit through the tears.
“He’s a nice man.” I said quietly.
“Right…” She said as she reached into her purse and dug out a pack of Marlboro Lights. “Want one?”
“No thank you.” I said as I declined.
“Don’t tell the warden.” She said as she took a drag. “He may not have whipped my ass for getting thrown out of school, but he’d definitely do it if he caught me smoking.”
“Your secret is safe with me.” I replied. “So, was there a lot of that growing up?”
“You don’t even want to know.” She shook her head. “He’s a dictator.”
Part of me wanted to share my secret with her, but I knew I shouldn’t do that without Solomon’s consent. Eventually, she went up to the guest room and I helped her carry a few bags upstairs. It was no easy ordeal with the pain still radiating from my bottom, but I managed it. I wondered to myself what would have happened if she came home only an hour before and found me across her father’s knee. I was screaming so loud that it would have been impossible to hear her until she was already upstairs and bearing witness to my humiliation. Solomon would have had a hell of a time explaining that one, and her news might not have been quite so bad for her to deliver. Either way, we had dodged a proverbial bullet with it. She got settled in and then I went downstairs to wait on Solomon. I had no idea where he went or when he would be back, so I watched television. Chloe came down a few times and then retired to the guest room and I fell asleep in his chair with the television still on. I was awakened at some point later by the sound of the front door slamming.
“Solomon?” I asked as I heard uneven footsteps.
“Yeah, it’s me.” He walked in and sat down. I could tell he was intoxicated, but not completely gone. He sat down and lit a cigarette.
“Are you okay?” I asked as he rubbed his brow.
“I’m fine. I’m sorry I put you in that situation earlier. I had no idea she would be coming home.” He said with a long drawn out sigh.
“Come over here.” He said as he leaned back in his chair.
“Okay.” I stood up and walked over to him. He guided me into his lap with my knees on either side of his hips.
“This doesn’t change anything between us.” He said sternly. “My daughter will just have to accept that you are a part of my life. You might get away with a little more than you would normally since I
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