the nanny was doing it as I was finicky and ignored food most days. I closed my lips on the fork and he pulled it out while staring at my mouth and I began to chew. I stopped and hissed a bit as my tooth was sore, or whatever they popped in there. OH FUCK! I lost my tooth! I pushed myself from under the tray and ran to my vanity where I leaned in and opened my mouth to inspect it. I then narrowed my eyes, as I could not tell a difference at all as to which front tooth was busted out.
“The right one, ” Ryan said behind me and I looked in the mirror to only see his dick. I sighed.
“Do you ever wear clothing in the house?”
“You never complained before , Beth.” I stopped looking at my tooth and turned to face him, squaring my shoulders and feeling a bit agitated.
“I am saying it now. I would appreciate it if you would at least wear pants.”
“Oh,” Ryan said as he glanced down his flat stomach full of tightened abs and I cracked my neck and refused to look.
“Your boob is hanging out,” h e said and I looked down and it was, the left one was just hanging out of my shirt. I adjusted and tucked it back in.
“That whole time I had a boob hanging out and you said nothing?”
“I enjoyed it like you enjoy looking at my dick.”
“I…shut up Ryan, ” I said as I walked back to the bed and sat down, I was just having a hard time enjoying his bullshit.
He walked back over and sat down next to me and took my hand, placing it on his dick and I pulled it back and he laughed as he looked forward like I was.
“Just touch it a little.”
“I need for you to stop it.”
He took my hand again and placed it on his dick and this time I squeezed it and he hissed as he leaned forward a bit.
“Why were you following me?”
“I wasn’t…I wasn’t,” he said as I kept the pressure on with my hand.
“So I go out and you just end up there then?”
“Yes, fucking bad luck and shit.”
“I need a sorry fro m you, Ryan.”
“Me? You were out with a guy , Beth!” he said and I squeezed harder. “Fuck, Beth…” I continued and he hissed. “Sorry,” he said through gritted teeth and I leaned up and smiled at him. I then started to ease up and he looked at me. “Just tug on it.”
I gave it one sharp squeeze and he rolled over away from me and I smiled and leaned back, adjusting my tray and looking at the food on it. I stabbed my fork into the eggs and placed them in my mouth. I actually love eggs , but I hate to be told what I am eating.
Chapter Fourteen
Tender Moments Confuse M e
When I was 14 the world had already changed from a magical place to one of hushed secrets and dark under currents that my family held dear and claimed as their own. My father had lost his status with me years prior when I caught him fucking the help and he continued to do so as if I had granted him permission, as my mother had also seemed to do. I guess being an asshole and rebelling is not enough to warrant suspension as to the state of my mind to him. I honestly do not know if he even fucking cares enough to ever think about the damage he caused me or my mother. I try to ignore how much hatred festers inside of me, but each time I get angry and my cruelty rises I know exactly where it came from and it may not be environmental. In fact, it may be genetically encoded in me to follow the path my Father has taken, one of selfishness and bitterness. It frightens me, I will not lie. I look in the mirror and see his eyes, same color and shape and his lips. The only thing I received from my mother is her hair color and my fingers. They are long and thin like hers were.
I stare at my hands and then slice the razor across my skin, releasing some tension and hissing , but so enjoying the ability to control it. I get this way when too many things pile up on top of each other. I guess it is better than shoving fingers down my throat and throwing up whatever I eat, although it was interesting enough to try in High School
“The right one, ” Ryan said behind me and I looked in the mirror to only see his dick. I sighed.
“Do you ever wear clothing in the house?”
“You never complained before , Beth.” I stopped looking at my tooth and turned to face him, squaring my shoulders and feeling a bit agitated.
“I am saying it now. I would appreciate it if you would at least wear pants.”
“Oh,” Ryan said as he glanced down his flat stomach full of tightened abs and I cracked my neck and refused to look.
“Your boob is hanging out,” h e said and I looked down and it was, the left one was just hanging out of my shirt. I adjusted and tucked it back in.
“That whole time I had a boob hanging out and you said nothing?”
“I enjoyed it like you enjoy looking at my dick.”
“I…shut up Ryan, ” I said as I walked back to the bed and sat down, I was just having a hard time enjoying his bullshit.
He walked back over and sat down next to me and took my hand, placing it on his dick and I pulled it back and he laughed as he looked forward like I was.
“Just touch it a little.”
“I need for you to stop it.”
He took my hand again and placed it on his dick and this time I squeezed it and he hissed as he leaned forward a bit.
“Why were you following me?”
“I wasn’t…I wasn’t,” he said as I kept the pressure on with my hand.
“So I go out and you just end up there then?”
“Yes, fucking bad luck and shit.”
“I need a sorry fro m you, Ryan.”
“Me? You were out with a guy , Beth!” he said and I squeezed harder. “Fuck, Beth…” I continued and he hissed. “Sorry,” he said through gritted teeth and I leaned up and smiled at him. I then started to ease up and he looked at me. “Just tug on it.”
I gave it one sharp squeeze and he rolled over away from me and I smiled and leaned back, adjusting my tray and looking at the food on it. I stabbed my fork into the eggs and placed them in my mouth. I actually love eggs , but I hate to be told what I am eating.
Chapter Fourteen
Tender Moments Confuse M e
When I was 14 the world had already changed from a magical place to one of hushed secrets and dark under currents that my family held dear and claimed as their own. My father had lost his status with me years prior when I caught him fucking the help and he continued to do so as if I had granted him permission, as my mother had also seemed to do. I guess being an asshole and rebelling is not enough to warrant suspension as to the state of my mind to him. I honestly do not know if he even fucking cares enough to ever think about the damage he caused me or my mother. I try to ignore how much hatred festers inside of me, but each time I get angry and my cruelty rises I know exactly where it came from and it may not be environmental. In fact, it may be genetically encoded in me to follow the path my Father has taken, one of selfishness and bitterness. It frightens me, I will not lie. I look in the mirror and see his eyes, same color and shape and his lips. The only thing I received from my mother is her hair color and my fingers. They are long and thin like hers were.
I stare at my hands and then slice the razor across my skin, releasing some tension and hissing , but so enjoying the ability to control it. I get this way when too many things pile up on top of each other. I guess it is better than shoving fingers down my throat and throwing up whatever I eat, although it was interesting enough to try in High School
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