I'm Still Here: Sequel For 'Step Daddy No'

Chapter 8

I wanna drink myself unconscious. I don't know how long I've been in here. The music is low, but whether its high or not this room is soundproof.

My eyes are a blur, I can't think straight and I even feel as if I'm f*ck*ng floating. I like this feeling though. I don't have to think of all the problems I have.

I took three gulps. It doesn't even burn anymore.

I don't know why I choose a love song to listen to when I have none.

I need to get him out of my head, but I can't. Can't believe I've spent five years of my life in denial of the love I have for him.

I took another gulp. Tears keep flowing from my eyes. I felt so comfortable when I was by his side. He made me feel like staying strong back then. He helped me through it. I really shouldn't have avoided him for so long, but who wouldn't be upset after what he did.

I'm not sure if I'll be able to stand.

I put the bottle at my head gulping, gulping and gulping.

Suddenly the bottle got snatched from my hands. Lenoy, what does he want?

"I don't wanna see you like this".

"Weeell I wanna beee like this". He put the bottle on the counter but further from me.

"Akeilia". He touched my shoulder.

"I'm sorry for-".

"Walking out on me?. . .its fiiiine Lenoy. He's a jerk and always will be. I would've done the same. Even though I wish you'd man up to him". I giggle. He squeezed my shoulder a bit, but won't say anything.

"Hmm. Yea he's a big jerk. Don't stress about it ok".

"I know that. . .". Sh*t I feel dizzy.

"I know. . .that you like me. . .but I just wanna say something. I still love Michael". I giggle. I quickly stretched for the bottle and put it at my head taking a few gulps.

Suddenly the bottle got out of my hand, again. I feel fed up. I wanna drink until I drop.

"Give me. Let me drink myself to death. I told you. . .that I love someone else. . .yet you still wanna be nice".

"That's because I am a nice person. You know. . .drinking isn't the only thing that you think relief stress". He squeezed my waist in a way that makes me wanna jump on him. I don't care at this moment.

"Have sex with me". He whispered at my ear from behind. My v*gina instantly got wet and I can feel that my nipples are hard. I like Lenoy, but he'd never made me feel tingles before.

"I told you that. . .we have to stop, Michael will find out an-".

"He won't I promise. Just this once and I won't bother you again". Why do his whispers feel so different. I've never drank so much. This is the. . .third, forth bottle maybe. I like the feeling of it.

"Lenoy I-".

"Hmmm". I moaned after he turned my head and gently lay his lips on mine. They are so soft, it actually feels different too, nicer, sweeter. I need to start drink alcohol before sex. I fully turned my body to the direction he turned my head to.

He lifted me by my thighs moving with me. Gosh this slow romantic kissing is driving nuts.

He lay me on the bed then he took my skirt off. He took off my stocking, slowly trailing wet kisses on my thighs.