FALLING FOR HIS DADDY

ng and sucking back the tears as I walked to where the pain and regrets dragged me. The p

nking away tears. The cool air did little, or better yet, nothing, to calm the s

se the truth is, I didn't want to let those cheaters weigh me down. I had alre

th my keys, tears tur

or some weird reason, the key didn't seem to work. I didn't want Vincent or Marylyn to find m

s I continued struggl

ial. Frustration was boiling over. The pain was increasing. The sobs were becoming uncont

n the driver's side win

iver's side window yet again. When it did not give

ds of it scattering acros

damn hurt l

e from the inside, maki

The man didn't speak at first, and I took the moment o

s a black

ssed with my brain, my car was a wh

nother safe step back. "Shit!" I curse

t my car I was working on all that while, an

ance. He was the type that would command even the earth itself, and it would obey. I felt so small in

ano of frustrations. Who do you need me to kill, miss?" His tone was cold yet

rry, Sir," I stammered, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact. "I thought it

ad not seen

There were a few shards of

. "Oh, my God! Sir

trembled as I opened an alcohol pad. "I am going to clean your wo

m but not rough. Tight but sweet and gentle in a way I could not explain. There was a tinge of gentl

He spoke finally, a hint of

e man. "You do, sir. The cut needs to be attended to immed

ed on me, searching my eyes as if in

judge me? What the fuck is wrong with people and their fuc

xpect. "Supposing I do believe that I really need a doc

felt it do a small dan

t least he was willing to give me a chance to prove myself. Not like tha

it all. I never ever doubted myself. Confidence was the first

a mess right now, sir, but I am a

ubting me, but more of pulling my leg.

ubts. "I can fix it. It is also my way of being responsible for my misbehavior. You can proceed to have i

mischievous smile playing at the corner

p gaze, but I was so happy that the stranger trusted me immediately

ered whether Vincent ever felt an ounce of love at all. Or he was just with me for sex. I wanted to cry thinking of the yea

At some point, when my fingers brushed his skin, an electr

gesture spoke volumes, evoking an unknown inferno between us. I could feel myself s

top. I was done anyway, and I needed t

ped from his hands. "You are good to go now, sir," I said softly, almost swallowi

then reached out, taking my hand and scanning it for a while. He lifted his eyes, locking mi

hat I needed in my messed