For my past

We lay breathing heavy and Mason between us, mom abit far by herself, not really knowing what to say to either of us. This fight has been nothing but a huge loss for me. it has left me feeling worse, mostly because my father could not say anything. It was so obvious that he didn't know what to say even if mostly it was me who did not let him say anything. I align my collars and pull down my sleeves, adjusting my jaw as I walk away, my eyes fixed on him.

Mason does not say a thing but just lowers his head when I look at him. I thought he just hated me because I had most of the things he didn't but now I realize how wrong I was. My family hurt him. I wanted to be as far as I could from this mess of a family that I had. The door opens and a trembling Ryela walks in. I stare at Mason who smiles lightly at me. He knows I need this. I needed some assurance that my whole life will not just fall apart. She hugs me and I don't know what to do. I do not know how to react. My ribs hurt from the fight and I too have a few scars. I whimper when she touches my face where it was broken.

"Let me dress these." She looks at mom for help and mom takes the hint to get her the first aid kit.

"Thank you." I say after it is done and she smiles. Mom and Mason seem to be okay excusing themselves and dad needs to not show his face, so he leaves the house. When mom and mason leave the room Ryela studies me. She stares at my busted lips, she is worried and she starts to run her fingers on my wounds.

"You are sick. You know that?" she says and I cock my head to see her face. "That was your father!"

"I promised Mason would be safe, I had to make sure of it." I say, meaning every word. "And if you keep doing that, I might actually forget that my lips are broken." She smiles and brushes her teeth on her bottom lip. Is it weird that I am hard and I don't really care about the pain, I just want to kiss her?

I hold the back of her head without thinking and I kiss her. I kiss her so hard and part her lips to gain enough access into her. I cannot have enough of her. She kisses as hungry. Like she has wanted this forever. My hands carelessly move to shift her body and she climbs to my lap, her breath rugged and grids on me.

"Fuuuck!!" I groan and hold her arse to keep her in place and she returns it by gridding harder. I release her arse and make way for my hand to reach her folds. Her body jumps a bit and she groans. Damn my body is definitely misleading right now and I cannot get myself to stop. I tug at her hair and she groans again, this time arching her body towards me.

Lust is written all over in her eyes. My head falls down to kiss her neck. I feel the urge to take her, to mark he and all my control is slowly wiping away.

"mmhmmh." We are stopped by a voice from a gentleman clearing his throat at the door. I had almost forgotten we were in the freaking living room. Lary walks in followed behind by two gentlemen and lady in a suit.

"Logan, he calls out as Ryela moves from on top of me and seems really embarrassed but my heat slowers and my breath neutralizes really fast when I realize Lary called the police on Dad.