Addicted

Chapter 9.

"Move bitch!" My father shouted at me, and he slapped me across the face. I was shell shocked. My ears were ringing and for a moment all I could hear was the ringing. My jaw was throbbing hard, and I opened my jaw to stretch out and loosen the pain. It was so sudden that I didn't even see it coming. My hair fell across my face and I brought my hand up to my cheek. I brushed the hair of my face and looked at my Father who was still coming forward.

Aidan stood up then and pushed my Father back.

I grabbed Zac's hand again and began pulling him towards the front door.

My Mother followed after me.

"Ali, I'm so sorry."

"Mum, I can't keep doing this."

"I know, Sweetie." Tears were filling her eyes.

"You can't keep doing this, Mum. You need to divorce him," I said with tears threatening my own eyes.

She shook her head. I already knew what she was going to say. 'He's not always this bad,' but she would always say it with some sort of bruise on her face.

"I've got to go," I closed my eyes, forcing the tears back.

"Don't be a stranger," She replied and gave me a quick kiss and gave Zac a brief hug. "I'm so sorry about this," She said to Zac, but he didn't say anything back. His mouth was set and hard.

Zac and I walked out the house. He walked in front of me, his stride was long and fast, and I struggled to keep up with him.

When we got to his car we got inside, and I jumped when Zac slammed his door shut. He sped away from the house going double the speed the speed limit until he abruptly pulled over.

"Fuck!" He shouted and then slammed his hands against his steering wheel.

"Zac," I spoke, quietly.

"Fuck!" He shouted again and got out of the car. He slammed his door shut again. I watched him through the window pace on the grass on the side of the road and then I eventually got out.

"Zac?"

"I can't," Zac said, his head was shaking.

"Can't what?" I asked, but when he didn't respond, I continued. "Zac talk to me."

"I tried not to lose it in there. I really did try, but when your Father called you a..." He took a sharp breath. "When he called you at 'bitch', I swear to God, I would have knocked him out then and there," He was rambling. His nostrils were flaring, his lips were hard set and his muscle in his jaw was bouncing.

"I know, and I'm thankful that you didn't."

"But I should have. God I should have."

"Are you okay?" I asked. The last thing I wanted was for him to see how damaged and fucked up my family is. He stopped pacing and faced me. He looked into my eyes and shook his head.

"Am I okay?" He repeated. He scoffed.

He took a couple steps towards me, until I was backed up against the side of his car. The breath left in my lungs came out rapidly. He placed his hands on either side of my face.

"Are you okay?" He almost whispered to me.

I hesitated. Was I okay? I've completely exposed my real life to someone I barely know. I was embarrassed, frustrated and angry that this happened. I was annoyed that I grew up like this. Annoyed that I was subjected my whole life to a tyrant male.

"I'm fine," I spoke finally.

"How the hell are you fine?" He tilted his head down and held my face tighter. He brushed my hair from my face. "And why the hell did you stand up between me and your Father? Are you mad?"

Why did I stand up between him and my Father? I felt like I already knew the reason, but it was hard to say it out loud.

"Because..."

"Because why?"

"Because... I would rather get hit than let you be hit." It felt like a short weight was lifted off of my chest.

"No one should have gotten hit," He said with his nostrils still flaring. "You should have never gotten hit... ever."

He moved his thumb across my cheek and my eyes fluttered. My head tilted into his hand.

His hand felt so soft against my skin.

"I'm sorry," He spoke to me. His sorry was deeper than the usual kind of sorry everyone says every day.

It sounded like 'I'm sorry that this is what you had to go through'.

He tilted my head up until his nose was touching mine.

"I'm so sorry," He repeated, he traced his thumb over my bottom lip. He leaned his head down to me and his lips touched my own, lightly. So lightly that I thought I imagined them touching in the first place.

I held my breath, feeling his kiss radiate throughout my body.

I put my had against his chest and pushed him back slightly to see his face. What is he doing? I have no idea what we're doing, but I can't help myself from stopping. I grabbed a handful of his shirt and brought him closer to me, crashing my lips into his mouth. As his lips touched mine again, I could feel his sharp intake of his breath against my lips. His mouth tastes like how I imagine, and I was addicted to it.

My mind wasn't in control anymore

He swiped his tongue on my lower lip and my whole body felt as if it has been ignited. His hands travelled from my face to my hips, pulling my hips in his. I could feel his touch travel straight to the pit of my stomach.

He pushed me back until I was pressed against his car and I let out a short whimper. I opened my mouth up for him, so I could taste him more.

Unsure of what to do with my own hands, I put them on his face pulling his face closer to mine to deepen the kiss. I wanted more of him. His skin was hot, and I could feel his chest moving up and down with his rapid breathing.

His pushed his hips into my own and moaned against my mouth. It felt so good to feel him against me. I could feel him growing against me and sucked in a breath. My insides felt like they jumped, and I put my hands into his hair as his mouth continued to explore mine.

"Ali," he breaths out and then presses his lips back onto mine. His whole body was pressed to mine. I brought my hands down from his face to the bottom of his t-shirt, letting my fingers inch their way underneath his chest. I wanted to get into his car and continue what we were doing. I wanted to take away the barrier between us. I put my hand on his belly and he stopped kissing me.

He pulled apart from me our breathing was loud. He held me back from my hips and it took me a moment to open my eyes, but when I did, he looked like he was in pain.

"Sorry," I said offhandedly. I took in deep breaths, trying to slow down my breathing and he was doing the same.

His fingers were digging into my hips, but not in a bad way.

"Why are you sorry?" He shook his head again and took a step away from him. "Everyone kisses. It's not a big deal."

It felt like someone had ripped open my chest, leaving me open and exposed. Was that really all it is? A kiss. He said it so casually, like it was nothing. I didn't want to admit, but, for me, I think it was more.

"Yeah." I didn't know what else to say.

He looked around for a moment, he looked everywhere but at me. "We need to go."

We got into the car and Zac drove a couple blocks. I kept my hands in my lap, but I could still feel him on me. I could still taste him on my lips.

His scent filled the car and I could feel my heart rate fill up again. The atmosphere changed and it was like there was electricity in the car. I don't know if it's because of the proximity between us in a small space, or because somehow, I felt more alone with him. He tilted his head to the side to look at me and his usual light eyes turned dark.

I bite my lip, feeling his look go straight through me.

"Don't, Ali," he turned his head back to driving. He was breathing hard.