Gender: Female Age: 23 Location: N/A
Hey guys sorry it has taken so long to get this next chapter, holidays and mid-terms are kicking my ass but here is the awaited Chapter Four.
“Get over here.” Brian hid in the doorway as his father stumbled in drunkenly bottle still in hand. Brian hesitated, “Didn’t you hear me you little prick, get your ass over here.” He had feared this; to be honest he feared this every night his father came in still conscious from his constant endeavors at the bar in town. Brian moved a step towards his father; his teeth favored his bottom lip as he did his best to summon the courage to move closer.
“I didn’t do anything dad.”
“I didn’t ask if you did anything, get your ass over here now.” When he didn’t move right away his father threw the bottle to the floor, the sudden shattering of the bottle caused Brian to jump.
“You don’t want to behave than I will beat you till you do.” Brian felt a pang of utter fear overcome him, for the last few weeks since his mother had died his father would let loose his rage on him anytime he saw him. His father began to unloosen his belt and Brian freaked, turning around he ran for his room, before he could get to his room he felt his father’s iron grip as he grabbed ahold of his hair. The force of being stopped caused him to crash backwards, falling into the table in the hallway he lost his breath but it wasn’t long before he felt the sharp sting of leather biting across his side. He let out a cry of pain and struggled to stand but his father kicked him hard in the side, doubling in pain he rolled into a fetal position as his father continued his assault with the belt. Finally he stopped but he wasn’t done, what he did next was much worse than the beating. As he looked up his father’s gaze held a dark shadow over it, he watched as his father began to unbutton his pants and finally pulled them down as he reached down and hauled Brian up from the ground using only his hair. Leaving him on his knee’s Brian was afraid to move for fear of getting kicked or beat again, as his father pulled his manhood out Brain was in shock to realize what his father doing,
“Well boy get to work.” After that night Brian’s dad began to push even more horrible things on him, sometimes forcing himself on him and sometimes if he were lucky it was just a small thing. However that first night was the worse and once his father was done with him he let him lie there in the floor curled up in a ball as he stumbled out of the house.
Brian’s eyes came open and he felt a moment’s fear that was soon taken over when he felt Lydia lying on his chest and the sun was shining through his window. He didn’t want to wake her so he gently untangled himself from her embrace and made his way to the bathroom. As the light came on he stared at his reflection in the mirror and sighed, he wasn’t a little boy anymore. His father couldn’t hurt him, yet why was he so scared to go back to his hometown. It was doubtful his father would show up, he hadn’t seen or heard from him in years. He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face.
“Are you okay?” he jumped as Lydia came up behind him, “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” She was dressed in one of his T-shirts and her underwear, her hair was a wild mess but to him she looked beautiful. He nodded, “Nah, it’s okay. I was just thinking if I should go to Milwaukee or make arrangements from here.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter as she stood in the bathroom doorway.
“You won’t ever get past your fear of that place if you don’t.” Lydia watched him, he seemed so lost. She wanted to help him yet she knew the best way would be for him to go home and face his child-hood fears. She didn’t know the extent his father had gone to with him and quite frankly it was a wonder Brian had turned out to be as wonderful as he was. She went to him; he pulled her into his arms right away and began to stroke her back as she listened to the gentle hum of his heartbeat.
“I am going with you.” He continued to stroke her back as she mumbled a gentle, “Sounds good.”
Classes wouldn’t start back for another week so she would go with him; even if classes were starting tomorrow she would have gone back with him. She loved Brian and whatever he was going through she would be here for him, she felt him kiss the top of her head. Pulling away she looked up at him, “So when do we leave?”
“What are you thinking about?” Brian looked away from the road long enough to glance at Lydia who was watching him from the passenger side of the car, “Nothing, everything, I don’t know.” Lydia looped her hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly, “You want to stop before we get into Wisconsin for something to eat?” He nodded, “That sounds great, and there is a little Mexican restaurant just off the freeway just a little ways.”
“Sounds great.” He smiled at her; she had a way of putting him at ease almost right away. She could tell that the closer they got to his home the more nervous he was getting, he had barely said more than a few words since they had started out. She knew he was terrified of returning here, if it were Lydia she didn’t think she could but Brian needed this. He needed to conquer his past, he needed to know what happened to him wasn’t his fault just a cruel twist of fate. His mother’s death wasn’t his fault, what his father had done to him had been wrong not a justification for his mother’s death. Lydia had never known this kind of life, she knew her sister-in-law Regina had come from a dark past however that had been out of her hands as well and she and Morgan has moved past it. In order for that to happen Regina had to face her past and that was what Brian needed to get a peace of mind.
“What are you thinking about?”
She smiled at him, “You.” He made a face, “Why you thinking about me?” he teased in a playful manner. She laughed and playfully swatted at him.
“Hey don’t attack the driver.” He smiled however and clasped her hand as he pulled it closer to his mouth where he planted a kiss on the top. “Hey there is the place I was talking about.”
After they had finished eating it had taken an hour and half to find Brian’s old home. It was a tasteful home devoid of any real décor on the outside and a white picket fence surrounding it, Brian leaned on the top of the car as he looked at the house. The yellow paint was peeling and the roses his grandmother had taken such dear care of were dead and grown up, the yard looked like it hadn’t been mowed in quite some time and newspapers lined the sidewalk. He sighed; he just wanted to get this over with. He wanted to pack up the belongings and make the funeral arrangements as quickly as he could.
“Oh wow, this looks like it used to be such a cute little house.” Lydia remarked.
“Yeah it was for a time.”
His grandparents hadn’t been cruel to him; it had just been a strict household. It hadn’t been a month and he dad had disappeared. His grandparents had acted like nothing had happened and raised Brian the best way they could providing for him and paying as best they could to get him to Chicago when he had found the job he was working at now. When he left he didn’t look back, he occasionally called his grandmother to check on them but after a couple years being in Chicago he had stopped all together. Lydia came around and looped her arm in his as they walked towards the front door, Brian ran his hand across the top of the doorway and was relieved to find the hide-a-key in the same old trusty spot it had been when he had been growing up. He opened the door for them and let Lydia go through first. Lydia looked around studying the small living room they had come through; mostly filled boxes of stuff had already been packed up. She looked on the fireplace mantle and saw some pictures scattered here and there and her eyes stopped on one of Brian as a child with a pretty woman with ebony hair and alabaster skin. She picked it up and dusted the layer of dust from it; Brian couldn’t have been more than a few years old in this picture she guessed. She offered the picture to him, “Your mother?” he nodded and took the picture from her as he looked over it.
“She was really beautiful.” There was another nod from Brian as he placed the picture back on the mantle with the others of him as a child and a couple of him on his graduation day. He walked around seeing old memories of him as a child finally free of his father’s torment before heading up the stairs to his old room. Lydia followed allowing him to reminisce on his past. She could see the years of sadness and fear reflected in his eyes and he looked around. They entered a small room with posters of basketball players and hockey players on the walls and an old computer on a desk by the window. Lydia guessed this was his old room, she watched him pick up an old hat and then place it back on the bookshelf he had picked it up from. He finally turned back to her, “Let’s go ahead and start packing up my Grandpa’s stuff, I want to get out of here so we get back to the Hotel.” She nodded and removed her jacket as she picked up the first empty box she found and let him lead the way.
It took them about two hours to finally finish packing and as Lydia was hauling the last box to the car she was startled to see a man by Brian’s car, “Can I help you?” she asked. There was something oddly familiar about this man, he shook his head.
“I could ask you the same thing miss.”
“I am helping my boyfriend pack some boxes.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” she turned as Brian came up behind her and dropped a box on the porch. The man kept his hands in his pocket, “My dad died I’m here for the funeral.” Lydia felt cold on the inside; the man was Brian’s father. She held onto the box as Brian moved off the porch, “Like you care.”
“Watch who you’re talking to boy.” He looked back to Lydia, “The name is Michel O’Neil and you’re Miss.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Brian sneered. Lydia set the box on the railing, “It’s okay Brian. Lydia I am Brian’s girlfriend I came to help him.” She didn’t like the way his father’s eyes raked her body from her head to toe. He nodded and looked back at Brian.
“Well it looks like you have done well for yourself.” Brian nodded, “No thanks to you.” She could feel anger mixed with fear rolling off of Brian as he kept his hand on her elbow. His father’s eyes were filled with a cold look as he stared at his son, “Got a mouth on you too huh?”
“Why don’t you go back to wherever you were I can handle this by myself.”
“I’m not missing my father’s funeral, so you can just get that out of your head.” Brian came off the stairs with a box and brushed past him, “Than stay away from me.” His father’s hand shot out as he grabbed Brian’s arm and it was all Lydia could do not do something. She watched the two men stare at one another before Brian said with a voice that was laced with pure hatred, “Get your damn hand off of me before I fucking break it.” His father let go and looked back Lydia’s way, “You take care Lydia.” He then turned back to Brian before walking back to his truck and getting in, as he left he kicked up gravel. She watched Brian’s shoulders slump as he leaned against the car, she ran out to him and wrapped her arms around him, “Are you okay?”
“No…I haven’t seen that man in over seven years and even being grown up he scares the shit out of me.”
“You didn’t seem scared.”
“That’s because you were here, I didn’t want him to think he still scared me and he try to hurt you.” He stroked her cheek, “I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.” He kissed her forehead, “Come on let’s get back to town, we need to make the arrangements for the funeral.” She nodded and let him help her in the car as he went back and locked the house back up. His father had seemed so cold and lacked emotion; she had also disliked the way he had stared at her. His gaze had lingered just a bit too long on her breasts and it had made her feel sick and exposed. She buckled up as Brian came back and started the car, “Are you okay Lydia?” She nodded, “Yeah I am just ready to get some sleep.”
She had kicked on the T.V. and put her pajamas on by time Brian returned to their room with food, he set down a chocolate shake for her and a burger. “I hope mayonnaise is okay.” She nodded, “Yeah its fine.” She reached for the burger and took the aluminum off of it so she could bite into it.
“So tomorrow is the funeral?” he nodded and took a drink of his soda.
“Yeah, no sense in a viewing they already had one for him yesterday.” She nodded and took another bite, “So what time?”
“Nine am. After that we can head back to Chicago and be done with this town.”
“You don’t want anything from your grandparent’s house?” he shook his head, “Like what?”
“I don’t know, pictures maybe?” she shrugged her shoulders.
“You mean the pictures of me and mom?” he had stopped eating, “It’s up to you Brian I just thought you might want a picture of your mother is all.” He smiled and set his burger down, “I already got the picture you referring to.”
“You did?” He laughed and reached into his bag where he took a folder from it full of miscellaneous pictures of him and his mom. She looked through some of them smiling at one where is mother held him as an infant, “Aw you were so cute.” She teased.
“Cute huh, well you’re not too bad yourself.” He said as he lunged for her tacking her to the bed, she let out a surprised cry and shoved against him in a playful manner, “Oh really well you’re crushing me.”
“Are you saying I am fat.” He asked with a serious voice, she laughed.
“Oh yeah, well what about if I do this?” he let his weight go and it became hard to breathe, “Get off of me.” She said wrestling with him, not completely removing himself from her body he lifted off to give her a chance to breathe.
“Do you really want me to get off of you?” he asked in a seductive voice, she felt her breath catch as she saw want in his eyes.
“I don’t know.” He laughed, “You don’t know, well how about if I do this?” he began to let his free hand trail up her hip and under her boxer shorts to where his hand teased her inner thigh. She felt her heart race and pulse quicken as a haze of passion began to cloud her thoughts. She couldn’t talk, she bit her bottom lip and shook her head, “If I say yes will you stop what you’re doing?” he nodded.
“Then no, I don’t want you to get off me.” She saw his lust grow as he leaned down and captured her lips in a deep kiss that sent her heart out of control. She clung to him as he deepened the kiss and his hand reached up underneath her blouse, she hadn’t worn a bra so there wasn’t a constriction to his caresses. He tweaked her nipple and it hardened under his gentle teasing and began to ache for more touches, she moaned and shifted under him becoming restless. She could feel his erection against her thigh and that excited her even more to know he was just as turned on as she was. His hand than cupped her breast and he kneaded it softly before lowering his mouth to her hardened nipple, his breath was warm through her blouse as he teased her through it before finally pushing it above her head. He wouldn’t allow her to remove it though instead he used it as a sort of blindfold as his mouth claimed the hardened peak and he let his tongue tease it. She lifted of the bed and moaned again, he was driving her to a point of insanity and she wanted him desperately but he wasn’t finished with his teasing. She felt him pulling down her shorts and she lifted as best she could so he could remove them, leaving the shirt where it was he let his head drift down to that moist haven that was already slick with need. Obeying temptation he inserted a finger into her warmth and let his tongue flick the center of her passion, she cried out and her fingers wrapped themselves in his hair. He loved giving her pleasure; it turned him on more than when she inflicted her own teasing on him. He loved to watch the genuine looks of her pleasure spread across her face as her cheeks became red and her body continued to bend to his will. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her as he teased her clit. Lydia was coming undone under his touches and she cried out again as her muscles closed around his finger and lightening danced behind her eyes as she came. Breathing hard she didn’t have time to catch her breath as she felt him thrust to the hilt inside her still throbbing folds, the sheer pleasure of him inside her almost caused her to come undone again and Brian sucked in a breath of air as he almost spilled himself inside her. God she was so warm and wet and her muscles tightened around the length of him so perfectly. He groaned and began to move inside her as her nails racked his back and sometimes grabbed tightly, as her hands clenched his buttocks he would thrust deeply causing her bite into his shoulder softly. She moaned raising her hips to meet each thrust as his tempo began to quicken in pace and she felt the start of yet another orgasm fast approaching she began to rock her hips faster needing to feel him fill her. She could feel him throbbing inside her and she moved her hips even faster encouraging him to pick up the pace, sensing her need he began to thrust in and out her fast and deep. Without any notice he moaned loudly as he came and filled her, she felt his warm seed spew into her and it was what it took to coax yet another powerful orgasm out her which only seemed to add to his pleasure making his orgasm last even longer as they rode out the aftershocks. Collapsing on top of her she continued to breathe hard and rub his back before he finally pulled out her and pulled her against him.
Okay guys only a couple more chapters are left before I end this series and start the story of Bryce and Lydia’s brother Morgan and how he met Regina. Let me know what you think.
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