4. Chapter 4
Kaitlyn
My dad insisted I have breakfast with the family today. Though, I’m dreading every second of it, but when my dad asks for something specific, he knows I won't turn him down, because he rarely asks me to do anything.
So, here I am sitting in the driveway, trying to convince myself to get out of the security of my car, and enter the lion's den.
I keep telling myself I can eat really quickly and make an excuse of wedding planning to bow out early.
Or maybe, it won't be that bad. Surely, they have to have gotten easier to take over time, right?
I even try to rationalize that the baby is about six now and has to be better behaved.
No matter what lies I tell myself, I know they are just that, lies, and my body refuses to move, until my dad steps out on the front porch and smiles at me. With a sigh, I turn my car off and slowly make my way up to the porch.
My dad wraps his arms around me and gives me a hug.
"I'm so glad you're here." He says, leading me inside.
When we sit down in the living room, Linda comes right out and starts talking to dad about something some girl said, and I zone out.
My mind goes to last night, when Grayson took me out on our second date.
Pulling out all the stops, he took me to a fancy restaurant in Louisville.
Fancy wine, my favorite foods, and dessert.
Then, when I was so full I couldn't eat any more, he had the food boxed up to send home with me.
But it wasn't just the food, it was the ambiance, too.
The restaurant had a view of the Ohio River, and with the city lights glowing in the night, it was magical.
The entire dinner he kept teasing me. I wore a dress, and his hand would inch up my legs, only to be pulled away, when food would come. He sat next to me so close, whispering in my ear.
Then, on the hour drive home, he once again aroused me by running his hand up and down my thigh, but never touching me where I wanted him the most. By the time we got back to my cabin, my panties were soaked.
He turned to me and lifted the hem of my dress just enough to see I had on the blue pair. They were just like the ones from the night before. Smiling, he then walked me to my door with only a kiss, before heading home.
The jerk!
That night the orgasm I gave myself in bed, trying to find some relief, was unsatisfying.
Tonight, he’s coming to the cabin, and I'm cooking dinner for a casual night in, because tomorrow is the bachelorette party, and if I know Dana, it will be crazy.
"Kaitlyn," my dad chuckles.
I shake my head to clear it, and then look over at him.
"Zoned out, huh?" He says with a smile on his face.
"Yeah, sorry."
"Come on, it's time to eat." He says, while wrapping his arm around my shoulders on our way to go eat.
As we step into the dining room, he says, "I really wish you had stayed here with us."
No sooner than we enter, Linda's son, Zion, is screaming at the top of his lungs, and throwing food on the floor.
"Yeah, Dad. Hard pass." I cringe and cover my ears.
"Well, you could help clean it up, instead of just standing there," Linda huffs.
"Not my kid," I say and sit at the other end of the table, hoping I'm safe from flying food.
Linda glares at me, but I just ignore her. I like kids, I really do. But this child is the spawn of Satan, I'm sure of it. He's never heard the word no, and it shows.
Helen, my stepmom, sets the food on the table. Thankfully, it’s out of reach from Zion.
"Well, I hope there’s enough food. I hadn't planned on an extra mouth to feed," Helen says ungraciously, as she sits down.
Translation, I really don't want her here, so if she eats less, then she’ll be gone sooner.
"It's fine. You always make enough to feed ten of us." My dad says, gesturing at the mountain of food in front of us.
I'm willing to bet half of it ends up on the floor thanks to Zion.
Over breakfast, I just stay quiet, unless asked a direct question, which is only done so by my dad. Then, Linda or Helen hijack the conversation again a moment later. Fine by me.
The meal is finally over, and I'm about to make my escape, when my dad leads me to the den.
"You can't go, before we decorate the Christmas tree." He says with a huge smile on his face.
Inwardly, I groan, because this will take another hour or two. Time to start plotting my escape.
I glance at my watch and sigh.
"Okay, but I can't stay long. I have to meet Dana and get plans in place for tomorrow night, and we have a cake tasting, too," I tell him.
Dad nods, "At least, help with the lights, and then hanging yours and your mom’s ornaments."
He hits me in the gut and knows I can't say no to that. I nod and start opening the boxes. Then, Dad and I start on the lights.
About the time we start opening the ornament boxes, Helen and Linda join us with Zion. I sort through the box and find my baby ornament, and a few others I made throughout the years. I hang them at the top, so they’re out of reach from Zion.
When I look over at Dad, and he smiles at me, I realize I have missed decorating the tree with him. That is until I turn around and find Zion has my mom's ornament in his hands.
I try to stay calm. "Hey, buddy. Can I hang that one on the tree next?" I ask, keeping my voice soft.
"NO!" He yells.
My heart starts racing, knowing I have to get it away from him.
"Do you want to hang it on the tree?" I ask, thinking I can move it as soon as he's done.
"NO!" He screams even louder.
"Well, it's not yours, so let's put it back," I say.
"NO. NO. NO." He screams, and then throws it at my dad.
Dad tries to catch it, but he isn't fast enough, and it shatters against the wall. I stand there staring at it with my jaw open, and I don't realize I'm crying, until my dad tries to hug me.
"No," I turn and run from the room. I go to the entryway, get my coat and purse, and run out to my car.
I can't even get my door open I'm crying so hard at this point, and I don't hear anyone come up behind me.
Dad pulls me into a hug and lets me cry. When I think I've cried all my tears, I pull back.
"You wonder why I never come home. That's why. He's spoiled, never heard the word no, and is a monster. And spoiling Linda, is doing neither of them any favors. Mom would be disgusted." I snap and instantly regret it.
All the years of keeping my mouth shut are starting to boil over.
In order to stop myself from saying anything else, I bite my tongue. "I'm sorry I can’t stay. I’ll meet you for lunch the day after tomorrow."
"Of course, and Linda feels horrible about it, sweet pea. I really wish you would go to lunch with her and try to patch this up," he says.
"Maybe later, but right now, I'm just going to go cool off. I'm already sorry I came here." Before I say something worse, I get into my car.
I go straight to Dana's, because if anyone can understand how I feel right now, it's her.