His Electric Feel

His Electric Feel Part 7

I was awoken by the sound of voices conversing outside my door. Still groggy from sleep, I could only make out a few words.

"Thank you...ridiculous....took care of it."

"She....showed video....no not all...sleeping."

"Maybe....Shards....not sure...punishment."

"Kidding me."

"Go...thank you...go."

The conversation ended and Van came back into the room. Leaning over, I saw Tyson walking down the hall.

"You're up. How you feeling?" Van's question pulled me back to reality.

"I feel like I just got emotionally raped by a pastor while being really hung over. So pretty damn good." I tried to make light of the situation. It was the only defense mechanism I had. Van let out a humorless laugh.

"Well Tyson just came by. I have to go do some physical labor for our little game last night," he wiggled his eyebrows at me and I couldn't help but smile, "I'll be in the gym if you need me, and I'll be back as soon as my punishments over. Will you be okay without me?"

"I think I can manage without my fearless hero for a few hours," I was bluffing, I didn't want him to leave at all.

"That's Mr. Fearless Hero to you." He was about to leave but not without my last bit.

"Thank you Van, for everything. You have no idea how much I appreciate it." How much I appreciate you was more like it.

"You're welcome." Van was being so incredible; it was only a matter of seconds til the jerk resurfaced. "Hey, are you a little chilly Torah?" He was wearing a mischievous grin.

"What are you...?" Then it dawned on me. I looked down and saw that my nipples were both completely hard and pressing against my cotton t-shirt.

"VAN!!!!!!!!!!" I heard him running down the hall laughing like a banshee. As mad as I was that he had been staring at my chest, I couldn't help but laugh. It was the first time I had laughed since the funeral. The funeral. I needed to get out of my room and my head before I broke down again. I needed a distraction and only one thing came to mind: ice cream!

Putting on a bra to avoid anymore mishaps, I made my way to the kitchen. The only thing that I felt even remotely comfortable thinking about was Van. Oh Van. He had been so perfect this morning. Just thinking about him standing in front of me with those piercing eyes and encouraging words made my cheeks blush. If that was the only way he acted, there would be no doubt in my mind that he was the one for me. But that person wasn't Van. Even before I left, Van had that side to him, but never like this. I mean the night I arrived, where was Van? With another girl. What was he doing at my father's visitation? Hitting on a woman. How did we spend our first night together? Playing a game of strip foosball. And this morning? He was staring at my breasts. Like I said, I needed to move on.

By the time I was done contemplating my report on Van, I was at the fridge. Thank god, there was a full carton of chocolate ice cream in the freezer, and by the looks of it, I would need it all. Grabbing a spoon, I decided to go to my father's office.

Already well into the carton, I entered the office. I wanted to see some of the pictures in his office more closely. Keeping my breathing stable, I choose a random picture on the wall. Tears began to well in my eyes. It was of my mother and father in what looked like their thirties in the field behind the house. My mother was laughing while looking into the distance as my father was whispering something in her ear. I missed both of them so much, and I would never be able to tell them. I missed their voices, their laughs, their tender touch, their love, I missed it all.