Mon Amour

Brooke - VI

My eyes was fixed on the opened door as the light seeped in from the hall. I felt a slight tug from the sheets I was laying on. I turned to see Trish pulling her bra which was entangled from the sheets.

She wore a white lace lingerie, Im guessing she's ran out of the normal ones. My eyes laid on her waist as her skirt weren't thick enough to cover what's under those curvy hips. Her abdomen was lean gloriously showing her abs, and her chest. I mean her breasts, those mounds that fit perfectly on my palms. Such beautiful rounded breasts.

My eyes landed on her neck, where all my marks are. Pinkish, reddish and dark. All hickeys made with so much passion and lust. Her swollen lips formed into a smirk as her eyes met mine. I saw the desire she had as her gaze sent fire to my soul. I stood up and walked towards her.

Grabbing her by the waist as my lips found its territory once again. Her smile widened as my lips claimed hers. I felt her body pressed against mine as our kiss deepens. A knock from the wide opened door was heard once again. I heard a loud sigh from the person in front of me as she walked towards the door. I pulled the sheets from the bed as I covered my exposed self.

Trish was fuming with anger plus she's sexually deprived well at this very moment. To express her anger she stomped her way towards the door. The girl from awhile ago popped out from the doorway and annoyingly smiled.

"Uhm well sorry for being a cockblocker for the second time. But Jack is expecting you both at the dining room." She smiled like nothing happened and walked away.

"Who the fuck is she?! I swear if she's sleeping with Jack I'm officially moving out!" Trish said with immense anger as she walked back in. She pulled an oversized hoodie and wore it over her lingerie. It was  long enough to cover her thighs and well... her slutty skirt.

I quickly wore my clothes as Trish stormed off to the hall. Trying so hard to button my shirt. Well I decided to go over the top since I figured there might be some people over.

I rushed out of the bedroom as a familiar person stood out waiting from the end of the hall. She was wearing an unfamiliar uniform which had caught me to linger on.

Her smile grew wider as she noticed my gaze around her. I cleared my throat as she softly giggled.

"Well Trish and Jack are fighting somewhere in the garden. While Tori walked away as soon as she stepped in the living room which leaves me and my mom awkwardly waiting there for quite a while." She blatantly said.

I seriously have no idea on why she was telling me these things. But I just shrugged and wait for her to finish whatever nonsense she's talking about.

"Oh well I haven't introduced myself completely. I'm Kayla Anderson, daughter of Myca Elise Anderson. Which I'm sure would be now Mika Ella Stuart since my mom just dropped the pregnancy bomb on Jack." She unwittingly said. My eyes grew wide at the last sentence she just said. Plus she said it in a way like it didn't matter at all. Like a boring news.

I know it was rude of me but I walked as fast as I could towards the garden. Hoping I'd be able to stop whatever bloodshed that might happen. I rushed over to Trish, she was shaking as she cried and screamed at Jack.

"Do you know how insensitive you are?! IT HASN'T BEEN LONG SINCE MOM DIED AND NOW YOU BROUGHT SOME BITCH IN HER OWN HOUSE!!" I pulled her over into a tight hug before she could reach her father. I loud round applause could be heard from the entrance of the garden. Tori holding a half empty bottle of cognac as she walked towards Jack.

"You know, even though I hate you. I just couldn't stop hoping you could change. You'd be the father we need and deserve and not this selfish condescending bastard."

Trish drank the remains of the bottle and threw it over. The glass shattered near where Jack was. He took a step back as Tori made her way forward.

Her system was filled with anger and hatred that she felt no pain as she walked over the shattered glass. Her feet were bare and so as her emotions. Blood flowed with every step she took towards him.

"But this, this is much worse than the night you left me helpless against the men who wanted to rape me." Her father stumbled and fell on the ground.

Tori lowered herself to his level.

"You bringing a knock off whore pregnant with your child in our house, not even having the audacity to let us mourn in peace. You are more than a monster Jack and you will never be my father in my eyes." She stood up and walked away, leaving trails of blood on the ground.

Avery came to us completely aloof and unaware of what had happened.

"What happened? What did I miss?" I sighed as I pointed towards the direction Tori went. She hurriedly ran hoping to find where Tori went.

I carried Trish away from the heavy drama that just happened. She was crying against my chest. I felt her heave with every breath she took. It was hurting her alot.

I took her to the garage and placed her on the front seat of my car. She sat on the seat hugging her knees as she let herself wallow her sorrows away. I sat on the drivers car, started the engine and drove off.

This place was taking a toll on her and who knows what might happen if she continues to break down with every part of the place ruining her.

I know I have no right to drag her away from everything but I think a little break from it all, might help ease all that she's feeling right now.