Chapter 7: Hidden
Me and dad has always had a complicated relationship. I mean it was weird how even though he's hardly in my life, I still love him. I always have. I probably always will and I don't even know why.
I was dressed in a short yellow sundress outlined with white lace and a pair of white high heel peep toe sandals and I pushed my hair into a blonde pony tail with curly strands dangling over my face.
I decided on the sundress because dad always said he loved my sundresses.
It didn't surprise me he was coming over. He comes over every couple of months.
Liam walked into my bedroom and he looked irritated beyond belief. I know its because dad is about to come here.
He crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall.
"You can at least smile a little." I said applying lip gloss to my lips.
"No need. I'm thinking about leaving the house but…"
"I need to keep an eye on him…around you."
My brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
He didn't say anything. He just stared down at the floor.
Tara came into the room and smiled at Liam.
He smiled back at her and then looked to me. "Be careful."
My brows furrowed.
He walked out without an explanation.
I looked to Tara. "What's going on, Kitty?"
"I'm wondering what's going on between you and Chris."
I blush at the sound of his name. I leaned against my dresser and held my arm. "I'm dating him."
Tara smiled. "Wow."
"Didn't I tell you that was going to happen?" Wesley asked as he walked into my bedroom. He sat beside his sister.
I rolled my eyes. "It's not a big deal."
"It kind of is, Summer." Tara said. "I mean Chris, and you, it's been kind of obvious about you two for a while."
"If its so damn obvious, why haven't my own brother figured it out by now?"
"Maybe he's in denial." Wesley shrugged.
"Denial or not, neither of you can tell him. He'll go crazy and end up killing the both of us so please don't tell Liam anything."
"Secret's safe with me." Wesley said.
"Kitty?" I asked.
Tara nodded her head. "You can trust me."
I smiled and then tightened my ponytail in my head. "You guys are going to have to have to get out of here for like a hour. My dad's coming home."
Wesley stood. "I haven't seen him in years."
"I know. Whenever he's here, he doesn't want company here."
"What about Chris?" Tara asked.
"What about me?" He leaned against the doorframe dressed in a pair of black jeans, and a white graphic t and a black hoody over it.
"Her dad's coming over." Tara said.
"I heard and I'm not leaving."
I smiled. I didn't want him to leave me. Besides, daddy needs to meet him. Of course he couldn't be introduced as my boyfriend. He has to be introduced as Chris's best friend.
Tara stood up. "Call me later, Summer."
I nod my head and hug her before she walks out.
"Yeah me too." Wesley says.
I roll my eyes and Chris pushes him out.
I sigh and Chris shuts my door.
My eyes meet his. I wonder if he can see in my eyes how much I want him right now.
Chris leans against the dresser. "So I was thinking."
"About what?" I asked.
"I wanna sleep with you tonight."
"Don't you always."
He shook his head. "You have a dirty mind. I don't mean that as in fuck you, I mean sleep in your bed with you."
I chuckled. "Oh. You can sleep with me then."
He walks to me. "Yeah?"
I nod my head. I never had a guy sleep with me in my bed. I wondered if it would result to more. Knowing Chris, it probably will. But I won't lie to myself, I was scared of how big his cock was.
Chris suddenly lifts me off the floor. It catches me by surprise but at the same time, it made me hot so I grabbed his face between my hands and I kissed him.
He brought me over to the bed and sat me down in the middle. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him onto the bed with me.
"How long until your dad is here?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know." I said as I stood on my knees.
"Want to explore some more?" He asked.
I chewed on my lip and slipped off the bed. I went to go lock my door and then got back on the bed with Chris.
I pulled my sandals off of my feet and they dropped to the floor.
I did as he said without hesitation and kept my eyes on him.
He slowly climbed over my body, and unbuttoned his jeans and then placed his hands on either side of my head giving me a chance to do what I pleased.
When he did that, it just made me feel that heat down my body that I felt anytime I was around him.
He grabs my hand and guides me inside of his jeans. He's not wearing boxers, so I immediately felt him.
He shuts his eyes while my hand slides down. He's so long. How the hell will this work when we actually do it? He moves my hand with his to stroke his length as his breathing gets deeper.
Oh my god. He's so fucking hot.
My thumb caressed the tip and Chris moans silently.
I'm starting to love that sound.
"I want to suck it."
Chris's hazel eyes opened. "I'm not making you do that."
"I know. I want to do it."
"Don't start something you can't finish, princess."
I smirk at him as he stares down at me.
"Summer! Your father's here!" My mother calls from downstairs.
I sigh and close my eyes. "Fuck."
Chris chuckles. "Looks like you gotta try for third base another time, princess."
I open my eyes. "Shut up."
He takes my hand out and get off his hands so he's only sitting on his knees over me.
His hands slowly slides up my thighs and he pulls my dress up to expose my lacy white thong.
He clucked his tongue and met my eyes. "And what would daddy say if he saw you wearing these for me?"
I shake my head. "No telling."
Chris pulls my dress back down and gets off of me. "Want me to stay up here until he leaves?"
I nod. "For now. I don't know how he'll feel about you."
"Why does all of the guys in the family want to protect you from being with someone you want to be with?"
"I've been trying to figure out the same thing." I stood up and went to the door. "I'll be back."
I opened the door and left out.
I walked downstairs and met eyes with my dad. He smiled at me and I walked down the stairs and hugged him.
"I missed you so much." He said.
I smiled and looked up at him. "I missed you too, daddy."
He brushed my hair out of my face. "You grew up."
I nod my head and looked over to my mother who was sucking on her cigarette with a scowl on her face.
I looked back to my dad whose eyes were focused on me like he wanted to tell me something but it wouldn't slip out.
I grabbed his hand and led him through the kitchen.
He studied the house before looking to me. "What's been going on?" He asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Usual." I answered as I released his hand and leaned against the counter.
"How have you been?"
"I'm enjoying summer. I'm going to Ohio State next year."
He shook his head. "I prefer for you to come live with me."
I grimaced and chuckled. "What?"
He nods. "I've missed you. I've missed you so much. It's kind of depressing living alone."
"You decided to leave, dad. Nobody forced you."
"You see the state your mother is in? How could you expect me to deal with that?"
"If you loved me, if you loved Liam, you'd be able to look pass that and be around more."
"I don't love Liam, Summer. I only love you."
I stopped and just stared at him. I was taken back by his tone. By his words. How can he not love his own son? I shook my head and was about to laugh it off but the look in his eyes matched the seriousness in his tone. "Why would you say that? And to me of all people?"
"I know you love your brother. And he loves you, maybe a little too much."
"What are you talking about?"
He shakes his head. "Nothing. I don't mean anything by it. Um…" He cleared his throat. "But I think that if you lived with me, you'd be happier."
"I doubt it. My friends are here. My boyfriend is here." The word slipped out and I regretted it.
I looked down to my sandals.
My dad walked around from the counter to stand next to me. His cologne was always strong. Way too strong for me to bear. I swallowed hard and looked into his eyes that resembled Liam's so perfectly.
"I'm not as protective as Liam is so I approve."
I nodded my head. "Thank you, daddy."
He smiles for a second and then it slowly leaves as he stares down at me. It went from a friendly look to a look that made me uncomfortable.
But I know that look.
And it wasn't the first time he's given me that look. His hand slowly came up and brushed down my shoulder, his eyes still holding that look that made me uncomfortable.
I step away, my eyes still on his.
"Why did you do that?" He asked in a soft tone.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I just-"
"Are you scared of me?"
He's asked me that before. It wasn't the first time, and the moment felt like deja vu.
My eyes went to the doorway where Chris was standing.
I swallowed hard and my throat felt really tight.
He looked to my dad. "Why the fuck would she be scared of you?"
My dad didn't say anything. He just blinked.
"You did something to her?" He asked.
I walked up to Chris and shook my head and I pushed his chest. "Stop it. Stop. It's okay."
"Summer, look at me." Chris demanded but I couldn't. I felt a twinge of humiliation. Humiliated that he walked in on something I was use to with my dad.
"Who are you, exactly?" My dad asked.
Chris ignored him and looked into my eyes before looking back to my dad. "I'm her fucking boyfriend. If I found out you did something to her, it's over for you. I don't give a fuck if you're her dad or not, bitch." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the kitchen.
I just followed him. My body felt like a noodle and bad images just flew pass my mind.
Chris pulled me upstairs back to my room and he closed the door.
He made me sit on the bed before he went to the door and locked it. He turned and looked to me.
I just stared at the carpet. I was shaking, but more than anything, I felt embarrassed that Chris just witnessed that.
Chris walked over to me and got down on his knees in front of me. "Summer,"
I looked into his eyes.
"I didn't like the way I saw him touching you."
"It was nothing." I whispered.
"Has he been hurting you?"
I shook my head.
"Did he rape you?"
I shook my head. "No. I just remember a long time ago when he use to touch me."
I nod my head. "It wasn't a big deal. It was just little harmless touches. He didn't hurt me."
"Summer, fuck, does Liam know?"
I shook my head. "You can't tell him. Promise me you won't tell him, Chris."
"Summer, we cannot keep hiding shit from Liam just because you're scared of what he's going to do."
"But he can be dangerous. You know that. You've seen it. I can't have my boyfriend and my dad hurt because of me."
"Listen to how fucking retarded you sound."
"Get out, Chris."
"Christopher, get out of my fucking room. You don't understand. You're not in a fucked up family like I am."
He chuckled without humor. "Fucked up family? Are you serious? At least your parents know you fucking exist. At least they talk to you even if the conversations are irrational as fuck. My parents don't give a fuck about anything but the money in their bank account. Your parents are fucked up but at least they love you." He was angry. I didn't think if he learned about my dad that it'd be that big of a deal. I mean my dad never raped me. He just touched me a little. Just a little. And would maybe give me looks he shouldn't, but I count that as harmless. I still love him.
"I gotta tell him, Summer. I got to tell Liam or I go down there and take care of the problem myself, pick one."
"What? No. I'm not going to pick one. Stop."
"No. You stop. Stop acting like you're not scared and hurt by what he's been doing to you."
"He only ever touched me. He didn't do anything else. Drop it!"
"Get out, Chris."
My eyes rimmed with tears. "God, don't try to solve any of my problems. Just get out."
"Pushing me away?"
"Yeah. That's what I'm doing. That's what I do. Leave or it's over because I don't want to hear this shit. That's my dad and he's sorry."
"Why are you acting so fucking weak towards him?"
"He's my dad. Goodbye, Chris."
"God, I don't want to talk about this shit anymore!"
He just stood there.
I stood up, grabbed my sandal from my foot and threw it at him. It hit his chest and he threw it across the room knocking down a glass lamp, making me flinch.
I was so fucking angry, and I could see that he was too.
I didn't care.
He was pressing an issue that had nothing to do with him.
And sure I know he was my boyfriend and he felt like he had to protect me but he didn't. That was my dad and he didn't mean any of the stuff he did.
Chris grabbed the door knob and sighed softly. I could see he was calming down a bit.
"Good." I muttered.
He opens the door and then slams it shut after he leaves out, leaving me alone in my room.