The Boy and His Ribbon (The Ribbon Duet 1)

“Right.” I wrenched open the door, desperate to get away from words like periods and pubic.

I’d only just recently found out about periods myself thanks to Cassie turning into a dragon at certain times of the month. At first, I had no clue why she was such a bitch, but she wasn’t afraid to discuss what happened to her body or the by-product of not getting pregnant every month.

I knew animals came into season, but I’d never seen them bleed if they weren’t mated.

Frankly, humans grossed me out, and I didn’t want to know any more about it.

“Send her to me if it gets too much!” Patricia called after me as I jogged across the driveway to the barn and our one bedroom.

I waved once as I disappeared into the hay-scented building and prepared to do something I was woefully unprepared to do.

* * * * *

I found her curled up on the bed, her back against the headboard, her arms wrapped around her legs, her dress wrapped tight and tucked into her feet, and her face buried against her knees.

Her whole posture screamed ‘leave me alone’, and that was exactly what I wanted to do, but I had a job, and I couldn’t rest until I’d done it.

She looked so young.

Far too young for what she’d done.

But she was the same age as the girls that Mclary would abuse.

The same age to know that her body was fragile when a man wanted it for his own pleasure.

The same age to be protected at all costs.

Images of her naked and kissing Liam exploded back into my head, and my temper that’d been steadily simmering overflowed.

Marching forward, I growled. “What the hell were you thinking, Della?”

She burrowed deeper into her dress-wrapped knees, not replying.

Tossing the book onto the covers beside her, I paced at the end of the bed. “Do you have any idea what you could’ve done? Do you know what happens when a man takes from a girl? Do you know how badly you could’ve been hurt? What are you trying to do? Give me a goddamn heart attack? You’re a kid! You don’t need to know about sex or babies or—”

Her head popped up, tears staining her face and matching anger red on her cheeks. “I’m not a kid. I’m eight years old. I do want to know about babies and kissing and—”

“You know what kissing is. We kiss all the time.” I breathed hard, trying to get myself in check. “Kissing is a way to show love for each—”

“But you don’t love Cassie, and you kiss her more than you kiss me. You kiss her with your tongue!”

My jaw dropped. “When have you seen me do that?”

I’d been so fucking careful.

I’d made sure Cassie never surprised me around Della. If Cassie kissed me in front of her, it was simple and innocent and exactly like what Della was used to from me and Patricia; hell, even Cassie kissed her.

“I’m not stupid. I know if I wake up sometimes and you’re not here that you’re off kissing her. I know where to find you. It’s not hard. I’ve seen you touch her…” She gulped. “You know…down there. I’ve seen her kiss you…down there. I’ve seen so many things, and the kids at school tried to explain it to me but no one seems to know and it’s making me so mad not to know and I’m sad that I’m stupid and I’m angry that you don’t want to tell me and now I’m wondering if you actually love her more than you love me because you let her kiss you in more places and it hurts so much and I’m so confused—” Her rush with no punctuation or pauses ended as she burst into tears, wedging her face back into the wet patch already on her dress.

My temper switched from bubbling volcano to vast ocean full of condemnation and litres of painful guilt.

I exhaled slowly, letting the rage in the room seep through the door and cracks in the window until the only sounds were from my pounding heart and Della’s soft crying.

Perching awkwardly on the edge of the bed, I picked up the book and stroked the smiling faces of the cover. “I’m sorry.”

She hiccupped, her tears still loud.

I tried again. She deserved it.

Patricia was right.

I should’ve been gentler.

This wasn’t her fault.

I’d done this by sneaking off whenever my libido got the best of me and not thinking she wouldn’t notice.

“Little Ribbon…” I waited until she raised her head just enough for her red-rimmed eyes to meet mine. The moment she sniffed and stared at me, I let go of the aching fear I’d carried since hearing about her putting herself in harm’s way. I let her see just how much I cared and just how angry I was that I wasn’t prepared for her to grow up just yet.