Beautiful Agony

Beautiful Agony

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

He took me away from everything. He made me feel. He made me love. He hurt me in a way that was acceptable. He swept me off my feet. He loved me. I loved him.

Summary

He took me away from everything. He made me feel. He made me love. He hurt me in a way that was acceptable. He swept me off my feet. He loved me. I loved him.

Chapter8 (v.1) - The Visit

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 06, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 06, 2014

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Once we come to the realization that we’ve left Kenna alone with Max, I rush to get dressed. I don’t even bother trying to fix my just fucked appearance. I just wrap my dark curls into a knot above my head.  Once both Tristan and I are clothed again, we step out into the hallway and walk down to the room Kenna is occupying. As we open the door I take in a soundly sleeping Kenna and a Max sending us a knowing glare as I enter the room. He would have had to been half deaf to not hear Tristan and I in the other room.  I move to sit on the chaise by the window.

“Has she woken up yet?” I ask as I pull down my sweater to cover my red wrists.

“For a minute, she basically just scarfed down the plate of food let out a string of curses and passed back out.”

I grab one of the bags I packed off of the floor and rummage around for some more comfortable clothing. I have a feeling we will be here for a while and I’m not leaving Kenna again. I fixed some food for all of us that we could graze on while being with Kenna. I was ravenously hungry after Tristan and my rough encounter. Most of the night passed fairly eventful other than Kenna walking up from a vicious nightmare. I bathed her and brought her back to bed after that. We didn’t exchange many words but I knew I was doing the right thing. Throughout the week Max proved to be fairly helpful, and I was still surprisingly put together after my breakdown on Monday. I managed to put off seeing my father until Friday. I didn’t know exactly what I was supposed to do about that. When Thursday came around Kenna was mostly back to her normal self. We had a long talk to her about staying clean, and she made several promises I believed she would keep. My mom had an out of town board exam that she was leaving for on Friday so I spent as much time at home as I could. I even mentioned to her that I was seeing someone, I didn’t go into too much detail but I did tell her. Tristan and I were surprisingly close after everything that happened. It seemed to bring us closer together. I decided to tell him about meeting my dad on Friday. Kenna had gone home this afternoon but Max was staying the night at her place to keep an eye on her. Tristan and I sat down in his living room. He poured us a glass of bourbon as I had asked. I could have a drink now that Kenna wasn’t here.

“I’ve got something to tell you” I say as I take swig of my drink. I need the liquid courage.

“Okay.”

“My dad wants me to stop by his house tomorrow, to talk. I’ve been putting him off and it will most likely get worse for my mom and if I avoid him anymore.”

 “Isn’t your mom leaving for Chicago tomorrow morning?”

I wasn’t sure if my dad had asked to see me on a specific day where my mother wouldn’t be in town, but at least then he couldn’t hurt her again. 

“Yeah, but I think it will be better that way.” I murmur as I lay back on the couch.

“Well I’m coming with you then.” He states.

“What???”

He can’t come with. It will make it worse. Won’t it?

“It’s about time I met him. Trust me I’m very good with people. Even if I have a strong urge to strangle them.”

I began to argue with him that he wouldn’t be able to handle my father, but it was no use. Some part of me was very glad that I didn’t have to face him alone.

Tristan slept at my house that night as I didn’t want to leave my dogs alone. He helped me grill steak for dinner. I needed the protein. We watched a few episodes of Criminal Minds and talked.

“I’m glad Kenna’s okay.” Tristan says

“Me too. I love her to death, and I have to be there for her.”

“I get that.”

“I’m sorry about my freak out the other day. Will you tell me more about your experience with BDSM? You don’t have to go into details.” I ask nervously

“It’s okay I’m here for you, and yeah sure baby. I guess to start off the first girlfriend I had was older than me, and had a fiend for giving pain. At the time it was something I enjoyed as you do now. I stopped self-harming because of her. It was a good relationship, she was a few years older than me, and showed me the way of things. I guess you could say my need for pain was cured, and I began to rather like giving it instead of receiving it. I guess that’s why you could say I got in a lot of fights in school, and never really had a girlfriend. I kind of suppressed that side of me, but I knew it was there. It’s all sort of messed up.”

I lay my head on his chest.

“I get it. Thanks for sharing. “

“Will you tell me about you now?”

I sigh.

“Yeah. Um…I guess it started with the fact that my dad would never hit me, other than a push or grab every now and then. I always wished he would just slap me instead, like he did my mother. Then I started to do it to myself. The first was I would chew my nails and lips until they bled. I would skip meals, run into things, dance without my toe pads, and make my feet bleed and ache. Hit myself with a belt. Run a blade across my thighs. Any type of pain. I would get panic attacks if I didn’t have it. When I got older I began to notice that the pain would arouse me to some point…. I uh.”

“It’s okay Lex.” He assures.

“I know, it’s just so fucked up.”

“Your perfect.” He says as he captures my lips in a loving kiss.

We went to bed shortly after.

 I still had some anxiety about seeing my dad in the morning. We lay down in bed together. I burrow my head against his chest and drifted off to sleep.

I jackknife up in bed screaming. Fuck. I can’t breathe. Tristan covers his body with mine.

“Shh baby, it will be okay. I’m here I’ve got you.”

He had me. No one could hurt me while he was here. I sob trying to push the awful memory away from my mind. I hadn’t had that dream in ages. I am covered in a cold sweat.

“Shower.” I stammer

He wraps me in his arms and brings me into my bathroom. He strips us of our clothing and holds me against him under the warm spray of the shower. My wet hair cling in clumps to my shoulders and back. I cry and my body shakes against his. He pushes my hair away from my tear stained face. He eyes warm me to my soul.

“I love you Lexus” he whispers

How could he love me after what he had seen of me? I had demons. I was twisted, but he loved me. I believed him.

“I love you too.” I say as I pull his mouth to mine.

 We ended up making love in the shower. That’s what it was. We could fuck each other’s brains out, and we could be gentle and slow.  It was the perfect balance. I knew I was in love with him, and it scared the hell out of me.

I woke up Friday morning to Tristan throwing back the sheet that covered my naked body save my panties.

“Wake up sleepy head!” he yells as he scoops me up in his arms and drops me into my bathroom.

“Get that pretty little ass dressed and come down for breakfast.”

He playfully slaps my ass and kisses the top of my head. Well, someone is in a good mood this morning.

I wash my face, apply my makeup, pull my hair into a ponytail and take my pills.

I chose a black high neck sleeveless top with my dark wash jeans and ankle boots. I always try to be extra conservative when I go to see my father. It would be easier since Tristan was coming with me. Right?

I walk out into the kitchen to see two plates of eggs and fruit on the kitchen bar.

“Breakfast” he says as he drags my hand and pulls out the barstool for me.

I moan as I chew the perfectly seasoned eggs.  Tristan smirks. I pick up one of the strawberries and let the juice run down my neck as I pretend not to notice. He brings his mouth to lick up the escaped strawberry juice.

“If you keep doing that, we will be late to see your dad” he murmurs against my neck.

As much as I would really like to avoid seeing him I know I can’t.

“Sorry, I was being bad.”

He laughs.

My anxiety began to build on the drive to my dad’s house. I had programed his address into Tristan’s Range Rover. I specifically asked for him to drive this car, it was the least attention drawing of his collection. Going to Paul’s house always frustrated me, as it was basically a mansion. Yeah, I know. A mansion that my mother paid for. Tristan comforted me the entire drive, I knew he noticed how tense I was. I could see Tristan’s bewildered look as he pulled into my fathers (rightfully mothers) house. It was a three story light green concrete house with a separate apartment on the bottom floor. There was a pool visible from the front, as well as the white pillars in front of the house, and the elegant glass door. This was all proof of my mother’s hard work, along with Paul’s silver Jaguar. I prefer addressing my dad by his name Paul, well at least in my head. If I was ever to call him by his first name in front of him I would be in big trouble.

“My mother’s” I say as I circle my hand around the property.

“Asshole” Tristan curses. He completely understood what I meant when I sad ‘my mothers’. I had told him briefly about my family dynamics, but I knew he had an idea that I once had money and my mother was the one who provided it.

We walked up to the massive front door, and I rapped my knuckles on the door. Minutes later my dad steps out, in all of his blue eyed blond haired British glory. Paul is handsome, just old. A lot older than my mom.

“Hello Lexus, who is this lad?” my dad asks

“Um. Hello Dad, this is my boyfriend Tristan Daniels.”

I can see the recognition in my dad’s eyes when recognizes his last name. I know my father knows who Tristan’s dad is. Maybe that will earn him some points. Not that I want any approval from my dad because I don’t. Do I?

“Hi nice to meet you Mr. Malory.” He says as he extends his hand to my fathers.

Tristan and I had a long conversation on how he should address my dad, I don’t go by his last name anymore so I had to mention that to him. I want to distance myself as much as I can from my dad. I now go by Lexus Rose Lenault, my mother’s maiden name.

“It’s lovely to meet you as well. Lexus didn’t mention she was bringing her boyfriend over as well. Please come in.” Paul says sarcasm dripping from his condescending tone.

As we walk in Tristan’s eyes take in the high vaulted ceilings, crystal chandelier and elegant décor. My eyes however dart toward my father’s petite brown haired voluptuous gold digging girlfriend.

“Lexus! How wonderful to see you honey.” Tatiana coos as she places a red lipstick kiss on my cheek.

“Same to you Tatiana.” I say while scrubbing my cheek.

“Now I happened to hear your conversation with your dad by the door, I need to get to know this boyfriend of yours.”

“That would be me.” Tristan smiles as he extends his hand to Tatiana’s spray tanned one.  She happens to be thirty years younger than Paul. Yuck.

“Yes I would have guessed, come take a seat I’ll get us some tea and you two can talk to Mr. Malory.” Tatiana says as she struts in her stilettos to the kitchen.

Tristan and I sit on the white leather couch across from my father’s recliner.

“Lexus I had some important matters to discuss with you, and it was quite rude of you to subject Tristan to this. We needed to discuss your distasteful behavior and I would hate to embarrass you in front of your boyfriend, but you have left me no choice.” Paul snaps in his smooth Essex accent.

I feel Tristan’s muscles tense next to me. I send him an ‘it’s not worth it’ look.

“Of course father. I apologize for my edict, but I was eager for Tristan to meet you.” I keep my voice leveled and a smile plastered on my face.

“Yes apology accepted. Lexus you look disgustingly pale, your mother really needs to make you get out more.” Paul chastises

“I think Lexus’s skin color is lovely.” Tristan says

“Well that’s one of us. Now onto more important things other than your lack of a tan and depressingly dark clothing. I will be checking on my estate in Essex tonight and won’t be back for two weeks. I realize your mother is away, so I will call you every day. I wouldn’t want you to be coerced into getting into any trouble.”

Yes. My father is going away! Happy birthday Lexus. Which I guess he forgot again. It happens to be this Sunday you fuckface. 

“That’s very generous of you father I appreciate that.” I say

“Yes, I would suppose it is. Now I will not be giving your mother any money for you this month because I don’t believe your behavior has been adequate.”

Fucking British dickhead.

My hand quivers in Tristan’s grasp. He stands up.

“That’s a shame Mr. Malory. Now if you are done here Lexus and I have somewhere to be to celebrate her birthday early. It was lovely meeting you.”

Thank you Tristan.

“Yes of course.” Paul says with distaste

Tatiana walks in with a tray of tea.

“Father, Tatiana it was a pleasure.” I nod as Tristan drags me outside the door.

Tristan slams his car door as we get in.

“Fucking hell I want to strangle that motherfucker. He shouldn’t talk to you like that.” He yells as he beats on the dashboard.

“I would happen to agree on that fact.”

“Damn right. For Christ’s sake he sounding so condescending but he chose his words so carefully but his tone, ugh his tone. I mean when you told about him I didn’t expect that.”

“Yeah. Thanks for being there.” I say as I run my fingers through my loose waves.

“You okay babe?” he asks with genuine concern in his eyes.

“I’m fine, just seeing him brings back all sorts of shit. And it just frustrates me because ‘his’ money is all my moms he has never worked a day in his life. I just…. I’m sorry this isn’t your problem.”

“Lexus, everything that has to do with you concerns me. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now. I wasn’t kidding about those early birthday plans. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He says with a devious smirk

“Surprise you say?”

I could relay use a distraction although Tristan being with me made seeing my dad easier it still sucked.

“Yes surprise. Which means a few things, no questions. I have everything under control.”

“Okay I’m getting a touch nervous now” I raise my eyebrows.

“No need. Now the only thing you need is your pills and trust in me.”

“Alrighty I’ve got both.” I say as I kiss his cheek.

Tristan puts the car in drive and takes off.


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