04| Bruises

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      I woke up this morning in a very unfazed mood, I spent all morning packing my suitcases

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      I woke up this morning in a very unfazed mood, I spent all morning packing my suitcases. I couldn't wait to see my brother, he's the only reason why I'm putting up with all this bullshit.

Last nights events still lingered in the back of my mind, Kaz was the type of man to teach a woman how to be submissive and that alone scared me. There was no denying my need to be fucked correctly for once, his son couldn't give me a orgasm but maybe he could but at what cost.

"Baby, your dad is waiting for you in his room." Bodhi says while trying to kiss my cheek, I swiftly avoided his kiss by turning my head to the left. He was a coward, he knows exactly what my dad does to me yet he allows me to be alone in the same room as him. "You'll be fine." He says.

My eyes slowly met his, disgust was all I felt when I looked at him.

"You can stop this." I whispered, lowly. I was scared to go see my dad especially after what I pulled last night about my brother, there was no going easy on me.

He glances down at his watch like time was suddenly fascinating to him. "We all have our jobs, our places. My place isn't to tell your dad what he can or can't do to you."

I refuse to cry in front of this man, it would make no difference even if I did. He likes the idea of loving me but he doesn't actually love me, there's no way that love feels like this right?

"Take my bags on the plane, I'll see you then." I said, my tone changed to a more defeated one.

He didn't look at me, he kept his eyes everywhere but on mine. I nudged him out of the way and hurried out the door, being late can only cause my dad to snap even more. I hate my life and everyone in it, there's no purpose living in such a cruel world. I stood outside my parents room, my shoulders rolled back as I gulped down as much air as I could.

My shaky hand knocked on the door, my mom opened the door revealing her bruised face. It was going to be bad today, I can tell. She looked at me with a drunk haze, she opened the door a little bit wider so I could squeeze through. My dad was sitting on the bed with his sleeves rolled up and his bloody knuckles sitting against his bouncing knees. He scares me way more when he's like this, I wanted nothing more then to hide in a corner and never leave.

"You wanted to see me." I disguised my voice acting like I wasn't scared, I stood up straight not cowering back because if he senses fear it'll just make everything way worse.

My mom stayed in the corner avoiding eye contact with me, the blinds were close not allowing sunlight to enter the room.

"I love you, baby. Você sabe disso certo." My dad cries, his cry sounded fake and dramatic. (Translation: you know that right)

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