I don’t know what happened, but one second, Bruno’s hand was gripping my ass while his tongue explored my mouth, which led to a whole night of exploring each other’s bodies. Then, next thing I know, I’m awoken by the sound of the bedroom door slamming against the wall.
Shit. Father?
I close my eyes tightly shut as if this is all a dream, just to snap them open to face reality. Nope, this is very much so happening. My father just witnessed his client grope his not so little girl anymore.
“I had a feeling that something like this could happen, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt you wouldn’t screw my daughter!” My father shouts, his voice echoing off the walls as he stares at Bruno.
“It’s nothing like that, father! You make it sound so dirty.” I glare at him, defending what Bruno and I have chosen to do. Yes, this may not have been the best situation to come out to my father like this, but at least Bruno is here with me. We can face this together.
My father disregards me.
“When we agreed you take my daughter in, we agreed on you teaching her some damn manners. I had only assumed you’d work her till she breaks, and then she’d come crawling her way right back home.” He continues to ignore me and continues to address Bruno as if I’m not even here.
“Could you leave so I can at least get dressed!” I scream at my father as I’m barely covered in this thin bedsheet.
He looks at me and shakes his head as if he couldn’t be more disappointed. He turns around and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind.
I snap my attention to Bruno. “Your big plan was to work me in hopes I’d give up and run home?” I ask, glaring at him as I move off the bed to gather my clothes.
“No. That was never the plan.” He replies sternly.
Then what was the plan?
He walks to grab a pair of slacks out of the closet to the right and throws them on as we get ready to face my father yet again.
I tidy myself up as much as I can and head out of the door with Bruno, only to find my father waiting in the hallway. If he thinks I’m going home with him, he’s in for a treat.
“You’re packing your things now, and we’re leaving.” He tells me.
“Father, you will not tell me what to do. I’m not coming home. I’m right where I want to be,” I say, leaning against the wall as I try to keep my nerves as calm as I can. This is all messed up. This is the last thing I want to do right now is stand between the two of these men in such an odd, awkward way.
“This is not what I want for you. I didn’t imagine he would take advantage of the situation.” He sighs while looking at me and then to Bruno.
“Bruno didn’t take advantage of anything. You want me to grow up and be an adult, yet you always have such an opinion on the choices I make. I don’t see how this has hurt anyone unless it’s pride we’re talking about here.”
I haven’t done anything wrong. Yes, my father is maybe right on how quickly this has all moved, but I don’t feel any regret. I wouldn’t take back the night Bruno and I had for anything.
He looks over to Bruno, shaking his head. “You don’t understand the deal we made.” Bruno looks heated, almost to the point of pain. It seems as if he’s holding back what he really wants to say, and part of me wishes he would speak up, but the other part of me knows how I don’t need him to. I can hold my own I’d like to think.
“What does it matter at this point? I’m not coming home, I’m staying here and there’s no need to make such a big deal of it. Even if I’m not staying here, I’ll find somewhere to go. I want to be on my own, father. How can you not see that? I know you called and checked on me earlier, already expecting me to give up on independence.” I point out to him, raising my voice a little more than intended on, but hopefully he gets my frustration now.
“You were in his bedroom when I called?” He questions me, then glares over to Bruno just to glare right back at me.
Crap. I’m not helping.
“Yes, I was. You made Bruno bring me here with the intention of staying for weeks, thinking I’ll just come crawling back home, thinking I’d tell you ‘I’m sorry’ while I am at it. I haven’t even been here a full 24 hours yet, and here you are, pulling me back home when you’re the one that made me go.”
His expression changes from disappointment, to almost a sense of sadness. Maybe he now sees that I’m an adult, and I can damn well make my own choices.
Abruptly, he turns around and begins walking down the hallway, moving down the stairs, as we hear his footsteps fade off and the front door slamming shut just a moment later.
That can’t be the end of that... not even possible.
I refuse to step away from the wall as it’s the only thing supporting my body from giving out. I glare over at Bruno. I’m not about to let him get off scot-free. How did he not say a word?
“I want to know what my father is talking about. Did you agree with him to work me hard till I run back home?” I ask him, keeping my voice level.
Bruno’s eyes lighten, but I know he can see the pain hidden in my words. I just had the most incredible night of my existence, but now, now all I can think about it what Bruno even wants from me...