My Bully's Father

What is he changing? The locks? Who is Hal? I don’t know Hal or anyone he knows, for that matter. He’s never introduced me to his friends. Something else to get sore about. I didn’t know which of his personalities to expect when I walked out of the bathroom, but he wasn’t in the bedroom anyway.

I hurried to get dressed then walked downstairs, where it was obvious that he’d showered in one of the many other bathrooms. I was pissed at that, too, for some reason. He put a cup of coffee in front of me; perfectly made, and I wanted to smash his face in.

“What’re you up to?”

“What” I almost burnt myself with the coffee.

“I know you’re here for a reason, but I can’t figure out what it is. With everything that’s been going on lately, I have to ask myself what’s the common denominator, and all I came up with is you.”

I felt naked, exposed like I needed to run away. How could I not have planned for this? Maybe because I hadn’t expected him to be the kind of man he is. I expected a cap tooth egocentric piece of shit like his wife and daughter. I couldn’t comprehend that someone with his ethics and morals could be married to and be the father of my two worst enemies.

So, I never expected him to see anything beyond the new hot pussy. Now, now was my chance to come clean, to tell him the truth. But just thinking about it made my stomach churn. I’d been prepared for him to learn the truth at some point, but that’s before I had so much to lose. If I tell him now, will he understand? Or will he toss me aside?

I know he has no tolerance for injustice; I’ve seen that time and again with his own daughter, but would he see my seeking vengeance as that, or would he understand? I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t open my mouth and formed the words that would take him away from me. But I could escape, for now, give myself some time.

“Since you feel that way, I think it’s best I leave.” I got up from the table.

“Sit down!” I ignored his command and turned to leave the room. He came up behind me and took me down. His hands were rough as they lifted my skirt, and he tore my offending underwear out of the way. “I told you to never wear those around me, not unless I put them on you. Understood?”

I tried getting away from him, but he pulled me back with a hand around my neck, holding me in place as he fought with his zipper. My struggles only seemed to inflame him, and I had no way of getting away. Not even when he released my throat and sent his tongue deep into my cunt.

Because then he held my hips tight between his big work-roughened hands as he ate me out with vigor. Right there in the hallway outside the kitchen, he mounted me. He was rough and unapologetic. He didn’t take his time with me, didn’t care about my comfort, and for the first time, didn’t seem to care if I came or not.

He was selfishly using me because of some slight he imagined in his head. But what am I saying? He is right; I am up to something.

MR. JARVIS

I ’m pissed, and I don’t know what I’m pissed about or even if I should be. I know she’s up to something, but I can’t figure out what her agenda is. Now I’m in the middle of throwing out my daughter and willing to cut ties with people I’ve known and respected for most of my life to keep her. My ex-in-laws are none too pleased about the treatment of their daughter and granddaughter, especially after Darla fed them her side of the story.

Now I’m being called heartless, unfeeling as if they’d conveniently forgotten that their daughter cheated on me. Any reminder of that and the fact that we are divorced just seems to fall on deaf ears. I’m at the risk of losing people close to me, have started making drastic changes in my life to facilitate her, and I’ve only known her a month.

It had hit me out of nowhere that too many things were happening at once, and it all seemed to be centered around her. Right now, I’m going only on what I know and have seen and not taking into consideration what I suspect, but I’ve been around too long not to know when something seems off.

I’ve looked into her background or tried to, and that’s when I found out that her real name is Genevieve. It was in her records at work, which makes no sense unless she never expected me to ever go searching. But if she was after my money? Wouldn’t her real name come to light at some point?