To Capture a Heart ✔️

Chapter 40

My body ached when I woke up. Ferris was under me; I had fallen asleep on his chest. I stretched my body, slowly climbing off of him. He stirred in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open. He looks at me for a couple of seconds before his lips transform into a smile. His arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me towards him once more. I don't put up a fight, I just let myself lay on his chest and hear how his heartbeat increases.

"What time is it?" I whisper into his chest, burying my head into it.

I feel Ferris shuffle under me and then he speaks. "11.20."

"Louis is at school and dad should be at work." I say, slowly moving away from Ferris and yawning, running my hand through my unruly hair.

"So we have the whole house to ourselves." He smirks, jumping off the bed. He stands in front of the mirror and rubs his hands over his face, pulling down the bottom of his hoodie that had lifted up slightly.

"Dad comes back at 2 o'clock, so it's not the whole day." I say, a small yawn leaving my lips.

"When he does come back, I'll protect you." Ferris walks towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin in the top of my head.

"You don't need to."

"I know. But I want to." His moves his head, his thumb resting under my chin, tilting my head up. He leans down, but I move my head out of the way.

"Mm mm, morning breath." I say, pushing him lightly and walking past and out of my room. "I'm gonna take a shower." I say, grabbing my robe from the back of my door.

"Can I join you?"

"Not today."

***

Me and Ferris are in the middle of watching a movie, my head on his lap and my legs are sprawled on the sofa. I was facing away from him, keeping my focus on the T.V. I feel a vibration and realise that it's Ferris' phone, ringing in his pocket. He shifts a little, pulling his phone out. I turn my body, looking up at him from his lap. Ferris places a quick kiss on my forehead before answering the call.

"Hey, mum." He says and I focus on the strings of his sweatpants. I pull it slightly, knotting them together. "Yeah, okay. I'll be home later."

I look up to Ferris to see him staring at me, his eyes set on my lips. I smirk slightly, deciding to get him back for not letting me finish what I started on the field a couple of days ago. My hands travel from the strings of his sweatpants to the waistband. I drag my fingers up and under his hoodie.

Ferris' breath hitches and he bites his lip to suppress a moan. I lift up the bottom of his hoodie, placing a small kiss on his groin. Ferris' spare hands lands on the sofa, turning into a fist. I kiss him more, my lips travelling higher.

"Y-yeah, mum." He stammers, his breathing increases, his head leaning back on the sofa. "Tell me what?"

I sit up, flinging my leg over his lap, straddling him. I din't really have any experience with turning a guy on, but I know Ferris. I know what he likes and what turns him on. He has a certain spot on his neck that does crazy things to him.

My lips touch the skin of his neck, caressing him gently and seductively. Ferris' hand grips my waist, squeezing it.

"Talk to me about what?" He struggles to speak, his hands travelling down to my inner thigh. "Okay, I'll be home tonight." He quickly hangs up, lifting me up and laying me down on the sofa quicker than I could form a coherent thought.

His hand caresses my thigh, his other hand going to both my wrists, holding them above my head. Just as he's about to kiss me, his gaze flickers to the side of my face and his smile falters. His hands loosen on my body and I feel a distance.

"How many times?" He asks, moving to sit up next to me.

"What?"

"How many time has he hit you?" My breath catches in my throat and I struggle to come up with an answer. I've always wanted to tell Ferris about my dad, but how do you tell the guy you're in love with that you're hit by another guy that you love?

Because I do. I do love my father. I think it'd be impossible not to. Even though he's put his hands on me, even though he's treated out entire family like shit, I can't help that I love him. I can't help that he's my father and that unconditional love will always burden the both of us.

"This one-" I point to my bruise. "-is the first serious one. It's probably the first one that actually made me feel horrible, as well."

"What? Every time he hits you, it's serious. It's not measured on how hard he hit you, or how much it hurt, or how angry he was when he did it or how much you think you deserve it. Abuse is abuse."

"But-"

"You need to go to the police, Kay. I'm not gonna pressure you into anything, but I'm gonna tell you what I think is best for you. I hate seeing you in pain. You don't know how much I want to find him and beat the living shit out of him, but that'll just make me as bad as him."

Ferris' arms goes around me shoulder and he pulls me to his side, letting me cuddle into his side.

"I can't go to the police." I whisper. "My mum is... barely on her feet. Louis told me how crappy and small her flat is. So... I have to live with my dad for a little longer, then so be it." Ferris caresses my hair, moving strands of dark hair away from my face.

"I don't want you to live like this." He whispers into my hair, planting a kiss on the top of my head.

"It's only for one more year. Then, I'll move out and take Louis with me." I look up at Ferris and smile at him, reassuringly.

I didn't really feel like I was speaking to him, I felt like I was promising myself  that I could get out of this. I was telling myself that everything was going to get better and this life wan't forever. I can get out of this and I will. Just... not right now.

"One year is a long  time, Kay." He says, turning to face me.

His hands go to my face, his palms enclosing my cheeks and his thumbs are stroking my jaw. He leans forward and kisses my bruise, my forehead, my lips, my nose. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my forehead against his.

"I'll have you by my side through it all." I whisper,  running my fingers through the short strands at the back of his head.

Ferris looks at me, smiling and leaning down, bringing his lips to mine. I love him. I love you.

Then, keys jingle and the front door opens.

A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNNN.......

What do you think will happen next?

-H 🤍