response to her was to stop calling that she’d ruined their life enough.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?” I gape at her.
She shakes her head again, not taking her eyes off the picture. “No, sadly I’m not. Her dad had told me once when I called to set up a party for her birthday that if he had anything to say about it she'd no longer be a burden to him or his wife, or anyone. I never told her about that,” she ends on a whisper.
I was floored. How could he be so callous to his own daughter, his own flesh and blood? They had her. They created her! Shaking my head, I shook the bad mood this revelation was starting to cause.
“Where’s Fay?”
“Straight ahead, through the living room, to the right second door on the right,” she answers distractedly.
Heading in the direction she told me, I looked around as I went. The living room was huge. Three couches form a U around the fireplace while a sectional curved around in front of a large flat screen hanging on the wall. Damn! She’s done an amazing job. On the other side of the room sat a large black grand piano and a single chair with a floor lamp on one side and a small book shelf on the other.
Finding the hall, I head down past one door then to the second like she said. Knocking lightly on the door, it opens.
“Oh, um, you must be Logan,” a woman says quietly looking down at her hands.
“Yes,” was all I could say.
The woman was beautiful just as Lia was, but still held nothing on Faith. But then again, no one ever has come close to her beauty.
“She’s asleep, but I’ll leave you two alone.”
I step back so she can leave the room. Just as she’s passing me she stops next to me.
“Don’t hurt her again. Or I’ll hunt you down and hurt you.”
All I could do was nod my head. What else could I say?
When she left, I walk inside the room. It was small and obviously has not been updated. Wallpaper hangs in pieces on the wall, showcasing some old wood paneling beneath it. The carpet has seen better days and in some spots looked almost burnt in sections. Upon closer inspection, I can see that it’s actually a mix of carpet and linoleum. The ceiling has that ugly popcorn thing going on.
There was an armoire on the wall by the door, a small desk and chair across from it and a side table next to the bed. The furniture looks old. Maybe even antiques. But as my eyes land on the bed, all thoughts evaporate.
Laying wrapped up in a blanket was my beautiful woman. Even sick she stalled all movements in my body. My lungs forget to breathe. My heart forgets to beat. Slowly, I make my way to her bedside. It’s really only like four steps, but to my body afraid to function, it seems like far more than that.
The minute my hand touches her face, my knees give out and I collapse to the bed. Her head was hot. She groans and starts to roll over.
“Shhh, baby. I’m right here.”
“Why can’t you love me back?” She moans in her sleep. “You’re all I have. Please don’t give up on me. Please.”
Right then my decision was made. We still need to talk, but I know I can’t walk away this time, nor can I let her walk away from me.
“I’m not giving up on you.” I kiss her forehead. “I love you.”
“Logan,” she breathes as she slowly starts to open her eyes.
Cupping her face in my hands, I stroke her cheeks with my thumbs. “Yes, baby. I’m right here.”
“Why?”
“Because I love you and I’m not letting you get away from me again.”
“You… you do?” She asks as she starts to sit up.
I stop her with my hands on her shoulder. “You stay lying down. I’m here to take care of you,” I smile at her. “Baby I’ve never stopped loving you and if I couldn’t over the past six years, I’m never going to be able to. I love you so much. I can’t let any more time go by without you by my side.”
Tears fall down her temples and disappear in her hair line. “I thought you thought I was a whore and were disgusted
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?” I gape at her.
She shakes her head again, not taking her eyes off the picture. “No, sadly I’m not. Her dad had told me once when I called to set up a party for her birthday that if he had anything to say about it she'd no longer be a burden to him or his wife, or anyone. I never told her about that,” she ends on a whisper.
I was floored. How could he be so callous to his own daughter, his own flesh and blood? They had her. They created her! Shaking my head, I shook the bad mood this revelation was starting to cause.
“Where’s Fay?”
“Straight ahead, through the living room, to the right second door on the right,” she answers distractedly.
Heading in the direction she told me, I looked around as I went. The living room was huge. Three couches form a U around the fireplace while a sectional curved around in front of a large flat screen hanging on the wall. Damn! She’s done an amazing job. On the other side of the room sat a large black grand piano and a single chair with a floor lamp on one side and a small book shelf on the other.
Finding the hall, I head down past one door then to the second like she said. Knocking lightly on the door, it opens.
“Oh, um, you must be Logan,” a woman says quietly looking down at her hands.
“Yes,” was all I could say.
The woman was beautiful just as Lia was, but still held nothing on Faith. But then again, no one ever has come close to her beauty.
“She’s asleep, but I’ll leave you two alone.”
I step back so she can leave the room. Just as she’s passing me she stops next to me.
“Don’t hurt her again. Or I’ll hunt you down and hurt you.”
All I could do was nod my head. What else could I say?
When she left, I walk inside the room. It was small and obviously has not been updated. Wallpaper hangs in pieces on the wall, showcasing some old wood paneling beneath it. The carpet has seen better days and in some spots looked almost burnt in sections. Upon closer inspection, I can see that it’s actually a mix of carpet and linoleum. The ceiling has that ugly popcorn thing going on.
There was an armoire on the wall by the door, a small desk and chair across from it and a side table next to the bed. The furniture looks old. Maybe even antiques. But as my eyes land on the bed, all thoughts evaporate.
Laying wrapped up in a blanket was my beautiful woman. Even sick she stalled all movements in my body. My lungs forget to breathe. My heart forgets to beat. Slowly, I make my way to her bedside. It’s really only like four steps, but to my body afraid to function, it seems like far more than that.
The minute my hand touches her face, my knees give out and I collapse to the bed. Her head was hot. She groans and starts to roll over.
“Shhh, baby. I’m right here.”
“Why can’t you love me back?” She moans in her sleep. “You’re all I have. Please don’t give up on me. Please.”
Right then my decision was made. We still need to talk, but I know I can’t walk away this time, nor can I let her walk away from me.
“I’m not giving up on you.” I kiss her forehead. “I love you.”
“Logan,” she breathes as she slowly starts to open her eyes.
Cupping her face in my hands, I stroke her cheeks with my thumbs. “Yes, baby. I’m right here.”
“Why?”
“Because I love you and I’m not letting you get away from me again.”
“You… you do?” She asks as she starts to sit up.
I stop her with my hands on her shoulder. “You stay lying down. I’m here to take care of you,” I smile at her. “Baby I’ve never stopped loving you and if I couldn’t over the past six years, I’m never going to be able to. I love you so much. I can’t let any more time go by without you by my side.”
Tears fall down her temples and disappear in her hair line. “I thought you thought I was a whore and were disgusted
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