Chapter 13
Hey guysss! Here I am again after a very long time. I was just not in a good headspace. So much is happening in my life right now and for a moment I had forgotten what kept me afloat and it's writing. It makes me feel alive and breath.
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This chapter may contain themes of violence and a bit of intimacy between two men.
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My head thundered with so much pain and a sense of nausea washing over me. I sat upright surrounded with the strong scent of Amouage Interlude a scent that could be defined as earthy captivating and extremely dangerous.
Even without my eyes open I could tell who it belonged to. I sat upright on the softest bedding I had ever touched in my life. My eyes cracked open with the headache springing to life harder. I let my eyes adjust to the light watching the sight before me a bit stupefied.
The outline of the city stood tall and proud in the beautiful morning haze. I got up taking a step at a time not trusting my legs. I allowed myself to be immersed with the beauty for a little while. I looked around the room and realized most of the furnishings in the room were grey in color.
There was a glass of water and painkillers next to it. A small note written in a neat pristine handwriting. 'Drink this, it will help.'
My heart did multiple somersaults trying to get a hold of the situation. I swallowed down the pills laying down in bed only to realize I was in my briefs.
My head started running wild on what had transpired the previous night.
Fragments of the words I had used came rushing in.
I had asked him to sleep with me more like begged him.
I wondered what he thought about me. The desperation made me feel like puking.
I screamed into the pillow trying to make sense if anything did happen between us.
"Detective, I am so glad to see you awake and full of energy already.
Careful don't eat my pillow out of frustration," his voice reached me even before I could set my eyes on him.
I kept the pillow away from my face meeting the man whose eyes were already on mine.
Mischief was dancing there like a bush fire ready to devour.
In his arms he carried a tray full of what looked like breakfast. "I never pegged you for the romantic type," my voice betrayed me.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips his eyes growing darker like a stormy night.
"This is not romance detective. Trust me I haven't even touched a layer of it.
If I did we wouldn't be having this conversation right now.
After all that was what you were begging me for last night. "
I wanted to find a hole to hide myself but being the man my father raised I met his steady gaze with one of my own.
"Maybe if you had been man enough last night we wouldn't be having this conversation," I retaliated.
His eyes got two shades darker the air in the room getting tense and warm.
He put the tray down on the bed side table looming over me.
He was on top of me immediately without touching me his body heat burning me making me want to pull him close. His lips were inches away from mine his breath mingling with my own as he watched me like a predator with the prey. "You are treading on dangerous territory, detective," he growled softly.
"Are you scared Ivan?" I moved closer to him bridging the distance between our lips.
He didn't move or push me away. He closed his eyes his hands turning into fists as he fought himself for control.
Taking it as an opportunity without thinking straight I kissed him hard with every pent up emotion I ever felt.
I felt his whole body go still as he reciprocated the kiss.
His arm snaked around my waist as he pulled me closer until his body structure was everything I could concentrate on.
I did my best not to feel every single part of him.
He was perfect. His lips were surprisingly gentle on mine.
The kind of kiss lovers share after years of separation.
His hands were not moving on my body a sign that showed he was a man who valued consent.
He held me at the back of my head while the other hand gently caressed my face. I didn't want what he was giving. It felt so intimate that a tear drop escaped my eye. He moved away from me with a small kiss on my head watching the mess he made out of me.
"Don't tempt me detective!" With those words he left the room leaving me confused and wanting.
"Dad please stop, he didn't do anything wrong.
I watched as my father kept punching Ryan blow after blow without stopping.
His nose was already bleeding before I decided that he was going to kill the boy.
I threw myself in front of my father hoping it was enough to stop him since he had never hit me.
I was wrong. He kept kicking and punching as I asked Ryan to run.
He beat me until I was laying on the floor clutching my stomach for dear life.
From my one eye I could see my mother watching him without doing anything.
I stopped pleading with him to stop after realizing he wasn't going to stop.
I felt somewhere in between the kicks something crack and that's where my eyes gave in for a peaceful sleep.
I woke up to the beeping of hospital machines next to me.
My mother was sitting on the sofa in the room watching me.
I turned realizing I was in my room it's just the machines brought in there.
A doctor stood next to me asking questions on what happened.
I couldn't find my voice but I had my mother lie and say it was just a really bad fall.
The doctor by the sound of his voice sounded like he didn't believe her but dropped the topic and stepped out of the room.
"Don't do anything to upset your father.
You already know what he is capable of," she said as she left the room.
Tears were freely leaving my eyes with the pain and heartache I felt.
My father was a monster who would rather beat me to death than have an abomination in his house.
As for the woman I called my mother she would have rather watched me be beaten to death than go against her husband. "
The memories of the past flooded me and I couldn't help but want to drink again. I couldn't allow what happened with Ivan to happen again.