Chapter 9: Distractions
The first person I called after my dad was taken away was Rodney. Rodney and Keiran on three way and both were shocked.
"Stolen?" Rodney asked.
I nod as I paced around in my living room. "Yes, seventy three cars stolen and I'm pretty sure it was on the command of that Christopher dick."
"I hate that fucking guy." Keiran muttered.
"God, I'm sorry, Pepper." Rodney says.
"Thank you." I whisper.
"Me too. And I'm sure mom and dad would let you stay over for a little while." Keiran says.
I smile, my sad mood somewhat faltered. He's exactly what I need right now.
"Cool. I'll pack now."
"Okay. See you in a bit." Keiran says.
"Okay. See you. And Rodney, I'm gonna go pack so I'll talk to you later."
"Alright. Bye bitch." He replies.
"Whore." I answer before I hang up.
Keiran hangs up too and so do I. I put my phone into my pocket and walk upstairs.
I packed a handful of clothes, my laptop, shoes, books, anything I might want and uncaringly place my lipstick in there for no reason. I zipped my suit case up and brought it down the stairs with me.
I placed it on the chair and I go to lay down on the couch. I plop down on it and stare up at the ceiling.
My dad was always everything to me. Then he goes and does this shit.
And he says he's better than mom. He just abandoned me like she did. But she had let it be clear that's what she wanted. She made that clear when she tried to kill me.
I closed my eyes and remembered back to the night.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was sixteen.
I was in the backseat of the car, my headphones in my ears, and my ipod turned up high. I was blasting Seether's "Broken" in my ear drums.
Its when I notice my mother's tears as she turns to my dad whose in the passenger side, when I take my headphones out.
"All you waste your fucking money on is fucking heroin. Day after fucking day! We can barely put food on the damn table for Pepper!" My dad yelled. I never heard him so angry before.
But there was no way to calm him down, and besides, he had a point.
"I put plenty of food on the table, Kirk."
"Yeah? Not enough!"
"Stop yelling at me!" My mother screamed to the top of her lungs.
"No! You need to be yelled at because you're fucking stupid! I bet you're fucking high right now, aren't you?"
"No. I'm not."
"You bitch, you seriously think when we get home, you're staying in the fucking house? I'm not going to have you addicted to heroin and staying around my daughter. That's not going to happen."
"You can't just kick me out! I don't have anywhere to go, Kirk!" She cried as she sped up the car, not paying attention to the road.
"Mom." I mutter.
"Yes I can! You're going to fucking leaving as soon as we get home. I don't give a shit where you go, you're just not staying with us. It's your fault you don't have anywhere to go. You fucked over your friends and your family with this shit. That's your fucking problem. We're done and you're never seeing Pepper again!"
My mother glared at my dad and then sped up as we arrived onto a bridge.
"Slow down, our daughter is in the car!" He yelled at her.
She didn't listen. She burst out in more tears and shook her head. "You're not leaving me." She whispered before she turned the car's wheel over, and drives us off the bridge. My heart beats twenty times per second and my entire scalp prickled. This wasn't happening. It couldn't have been.
The water hit the car fast with intense impact.
My dad was no longer in the car the second it began to sink.
"Daddy?" I squeak.
The car was filling with water and it began to sink down.
"DAD!" I cried out his name as the water began coming up to my neck.
I could not swim and I couldn't hold my breath for very long.
I called his name once more before the water came over my head.
I began to hold my breath and looked over and grabbed the handle to my door. I couldn't open it.
I tried kicking the passenger window, but I wasn't working. The water had too much pressure.
When I realized this, I realized what it meant.
I closed my eyes and stopped holding my breath.
I gasped as my nose burned and I begged for air but I was too late, I was drowning.
I fought for some type of air, some type of reassurance that I had the littlest chance to live, but nothing came. I felt my throat tightening.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to fight through the water but it wasn't working.
I didn't hear my mother fighting so I knew she was either unconscious or dead. Either way, at the moment, I didn't care.
I knew it wouldn't be long until it was over. Until I was gone, but I would never stop fighting.
Sure maybe in beginning but not now. I would fight, and fight until it's over.
Suddenly, I stopped fighting, my arms floated up as I calmed down and black spots filled my vision.
I couldn't stop it and there was no avoiding it.
I was done.
What seemed like moments later, I choked up a mouth full of water and turned to the side as I released it on a huge rock. I started coughing hard, trying my hardest to get out any water that was in me. When I felt I was done, I laid back onto the rock and looked into the eyes of my dad.
He looked back down at me, his eyes watering. "Baby," He whispers.
At that moment, my eyes water. Tears spill out over my cheeks. I shut my eyes and open them. I sit up and wrap my arms around my dad's neck.
"It's going to be okay, baby." He whispers.
I nodded as I buried my head into his neck.
He runs his fingers through my hair. "I would've never left you. I will always be there. I'm never going to leave you….okay?"
My eyes open and I'm back on my couch.
It's now dark outside and I'm staring at the ceiling.
That's the first time in months I dreamed about the whole event.
I sit up on the couch and stand up.
I grab my suit case and head out the door. I lock it and then look my dad's suburban. I'm willing to bet that he stole it.
I sigh. I can't skateboard there with my suit case.
I called Rodney and asked him to pick me up.
Within a few minutes, he picked me up and was smart not to talk about my dad while we were in the car. In fact, we talked about everything but my dad.
That's why Rodney was always such a good friend. He knows when not to talk about the obvious. Keiran's the opposite, he makes you talk about it until you get it out of your system. And while it was helpful, it was irritating.
Rodney stopped in front of Keiran's house.
"Thanks." I said to him.
He nods. "Are you going to be okay?"
I nod. "I'm sure I'll be fine." I open the car door and then wave before getting out and shutting the door.
I go up to the door and grab my keys from my pocket. I let myself in and shut the door. The second I'm in the atmosphere, I immediately feel better.
Aubrey peeks into the living room and walks in. "I heard. Are you okay?"
I see the concern etched on her face. I pat her shoulder to assure her. "I'm fine. Thank you for worrying." I said as I hug her.
She nods. "You can stay here as long as you need. Me and Ethan wouldn't mind." She said.
I smile. "Thank you, Aubrey."
She nods and kisses my cheek before walking up the stairs.
I sit my suit case on the floor and then look to the stairs as I hear heavy steps walking down them.
Keiran appears in the room in no more than a pair of burgundy jogging pants.
I slip my shoes off .
Keiran leans against the wall, and crosses his arms. "So, what the fuck was he thinking?" He asked.
"My thoughts exactly." I say as I sit down on the couch.
"Has he called you yet?"
I shake my head, no.
Keiran sighs. "Shit. You want to go see him tomorrow? I'll drive you up there."
"Yeah, but don't you have to spend some time with Lynn tomorrow?"
"This is more important, Kirk is almost like a second dad to me." He says.
He walks over and sits on the couch next to me.
"Look, he's going to be fine. He just got into some shit that he'll be able to get out of. I promise you." He says.
I look to him.
"I'm pretty sure everything he's been doing to make money, he's only did it for you. You're the center of his fucking world, Pepper. Just like you are mine."
I smile and caress his jaw and stubble.
He stares into my eyes and rub his jaw into my hand and shuts his eyes.
"Thank you for being there for me." I whisper.
He nods. "I'm always here for you."
"Then can you be a distraction for me for just a little bit?" I whisper.
Keiran licks his lips and his eyes go to the stairs before he looks back to me. He shakes his head. "You want it just because you're upset." He whispered.
I nod. "Yeah, and because I've wanted you all day. And because you're the only one who makes me feel good, physically and emotionally. I just need you right now. Please?" I beg.
Oh god, I was never a begger. And never in a million years did I think I'd be begging for sex.
"Alright. We'll mess around a bit but we have to be quiet since mom and dad are upstairs. They can hear everything down here." He says.
He leans over and kisses my lips and pull away to look into my eyes.
"Sure you want to do this now?"
His eyes go back to the stairs before he looks back to me.
He grabs me by my hips and makes me lay down on the couch.
He covers his body on top of mine and looks down at me. "Tell me if you hear someone coming down the stairs." He whispers.
He leans down and our lips touch mine. My hands go to his both sides of his face as I open my mouth, allowing his tongue to slide in.
He tasted sweet and tangy like sweet pineapples.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he began grinding himself against my pussy.
I close my eyes and moan under the kiss. The friction felt so good. He moaned with me, quietly.
I didn't want to have to wait so long. So I slipped both of my thumbs into the sides of his jogging pants, pulling them down. He's wearing no underwear underneath.
He took his lips from mine and sat up on his knees. He pulls them down more.
And as he did that, I stood up and pulled my shorts off. I dropped them to the floor and then pulled my panties off before laying back onto the couch.
I spread my legs once again, inviting him in.
He kisses my neck, while his hand runs over my pussy.
I close my eyes, losing myself in every kiss, every touch.
"Pepper," he whispers.
I open my eyes to look at him. He lifts his head up to look down to me. "We should do this when you have a clear head." He whispers.
I shake my head. "My head is clear."
"It isn't. You want a distraction. This isn't a good distraction."
"You can't just stop, Keiran."
"Yes I can." He gets off of me.
I sit up and watch him as he pulls his jogging pants back up.
"You're hard, how are you gonna fix that?"
"I'll just go in the bathroom to jack off or something but this isn't the best thing for us to do while your dad is in prison and while you're upset."
"Keiran, I wasn't upset until you stopped." I said.
He sighs. "We need to find something else to do, Pepper."
"Why can't we have sex?"
"Because I said so."
"I have a pussy, and you have a dick, so what's the problem?" I asked.
"The problem is that I'm not going to fuck you while your dad is in prison. They're other ways to distract ourselves. Like a movie or something."
"Why are you changing your mind?" I asked.
He sighs and sits down next to me on the couch. "Because, whenever we do this, don't we want to do it when we're actually both in the mood and not just because we're worried about something?"
I nod. "I mean, yeah but nothing else will distract me."
"How about a stupid movie to make fun of?" he asked, raising his brow.
He gives me a full on smile. "I'll get us some chocolate cake and we can make fun of either 'The hunger games' or 'Keeping up with the Kardashians'.
It's then I smile. "The Kardashians." I answer.
Keiran grins. "I'll get the cake." He disappears into the kitchen.
I watch after him and then get up to pull my panties and shorts back on and then I turn on the tv.
After a few minutes, Keiran comes back with two plates of cake and I smile as I sit on the couch.
I grabbed the remote and search for the tv show and when I find it, I turn to it.
Keiran hands me my cake and smile at me.
I smile back at him, already feeling better.
He was right, this did make me feel better.
And I shouldn't look for sex as a distraction. Right now, he wasn't my friend with benefits, he was my best friend, doing anything to cheer me up. And it was working. Maybe it's the fact that he cares about me so much that makes me love him. The fact that he'd do anything to put a smile on my face. The fact that he always knew just what to do, just what to say. Sure, we could have had sex and that would have benefited him, but instead, he just had us do what we, as best friends would do. All of these things is why I need him. All of these things are the reason that Lynn can't have him. These are the reasons I have to officially make Keiran mine. Because in my eyes, there will never be another guy to ever make me feel this way.