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“I was looking for a spare toothbrush. Anything really. I’ll use my finger if I have to.” I cringe at the thought.
He grunts and throws his legs over the side of the bed. I’m greeted with one hundred percent perfection. I could just swoon from his sculpted chest alone. Add in his beautiful face and his infuriatingly stubborn mouth and I melt. And let’s not forget the tattoos. They are my weakness. That reminds me that I want to ask him about them sometime.
He comes up to me leaning over to kiss my forehead. A sweet gesture that makes me wonder what the hell is going on. He moves around me and pads to the bathroom opening the only drawer I didn’t and retrieves a toothbrush still in the package.
“Thank you,” I take it from him and brush my teeth, enjoying the cool mint flavor. Now on to my list of things I need to feel better. I’ll have to wait until I get home for the shower since I don’t have any clean clothes here. That leaves me with the two easiest, water and meds. This headache needs to go away.
I walk back to the bedroom and see exactly what I wanted, waiting for me beside the bed. Sebastian is there sitting on the edge, looking right at me. I can’t decipher the look, but I know it’s full of questions. He leans over grabbing the water and pills, handing them to me.
“Here, take these. They will help with the headache that I’m sure you have,” I nod, accepting the items. I down the pills and drink the entire bottle ofwater. My throat felt like the Sahara Desert.
“Thank you,” I murmur as I wipe a drip of water from my lips.
“Come sit.” Ugh, I knew it. The dreaded talk like he really is my daddy. The thought both excites and infuriates me. This is my life, and I can do what I want. We aren’t dating. I don’t know why he is acting like this.
“Actually, I just wanted to say thank you for last night.” I go to pick up my discarded jeans and sweater folded on the dresser, but he beats me to it.
“Oh no you don’t.” He grabs my hips and lifts me to his chest, bringing me back to bed.
“Sebastian, let me go.” I squirm in his grasp. He throws me to the bed on my belly. Before I can turn myself around, he is there behind me pulling my hips up to his body. Without warning he spanks my ass hard. I yelp out and he smooths his hand over the pain. I think that’s it, but he changes sides, spanking me even harder this time. He rubs the inflamed skin and flips me until I’m lying on my back. Staring up at him, I see a blaze in his eyes.
“I told you to sit down, Angel. I don’t want to tell you twice next time or your punishment will be more severe.” My core floods at his words. I can’t believe after everything I have been through; I like being submissive to a man.This manof all people.
“I’m on the bed. Now what do you want,” I question with a tinge of irritation.
“You better watch that bratty mouth of yours. I want to talk about last night.” I try to shift away from him. I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t want to bring up the past. I hate going to that dark, lonely place.
“Last night was nothing. You aren’t my father.Now let me up. I need to get home.” I try to push his chest, but he sits firm on his knees.
“No, I’m not your father, but someone needs to be.” He retorts, pulling my body back to facing him.
“Fuck you. You don’t know anything about me. I don’t need a father or adaddy,” I snap back.
“I disagree and I believe you listed me in your phone as Daddy. Now, tell me what the fuck happened last night. I know you took meds and then proceeded to get drunk. The combination made you pass out in my arms. If I wasn’t there, you would have hit the ground. Do you think your drunk roommate would have been able to get you home safely?” he asks with a low growl to his tone. I know he’s right, but I don’t want to admit it. I don’t really know how to respond. I’m thankful he was there, but I don’t even know how he knew where I was in the first place.
“How did you know where I was?” I ask in a huff.
“You said you were at Tipsy Topsy Turvy. I knew only one bar with the word Tipsy in it. I got there as fast as I could because I knew you were drunk,” he replies.
“I just don’t understand why you care.”
“I just do damnit.” His words are final, and they shut me up. I guess I never really had anyone that cared like that. Even my parents were absent, making me have to grow up before my time. Before I’m able to respond, his phone rings. “We aren’t done.” He grunts as he gets off the bed and answers the phone.
I feel like my past and present are about to collide. The anxiety begins to build in my stomach, and I have the urge run. I sit up on the bed and look at Sebastian as he walks over to the other nightstand to get his phone.
“Fuck.” Is all he says before he answers his phone,looking at me with a stern expression. Yep, he is about to find out everything. I want to hide under the covers or better yet actually run. Maybe move to another state and try to start over again. I cover my face in my hands as the tears begin to slide down my cheeks. This is really happening.
Today I have a virtual appointment with my psychiatrist/therapist. I totally forgot all about it. My phone alarm chimes that the appointment starts in five minutes. It’s been about a month since I spoke to her. She knew I was moving to New York and agreed to continue seeing me virtually. I really didn’t want to find another doctor and have to go through the process of talking through all my shit again. Detailing everything I went through was hard enough the first time with Dr. Heffington. That’s not something I want to experience again. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I find a quiet area in the apartment to talk. I sign in and wait in the virtual waiting room. Things like this make me appreciate technology. I never liked being the center of attention in the band and getting my face plastered all over media sites but this kind of technology where I can speak with my doctor in Florida is pretty cool. I don’t have to wait long before my call moves from the waiting room to her office. And then she is there on the screen in front of me. I wipe my tears away hoping she doesn’t instantly spot them.
“It’s good to see you Stormy. How was the move? Have you been crying?” she questions.
“It wasn’t too bad. Obviously I hate the unpacking aspect, but my new roommate helped me out. There is just a lot going on at the moment. Maybe we should reschedule,” I mention.
“Is that what you really want? How about you tell me what’s going on? Is your roommate giving you problems?” Dr. Heffington asks.
“No, it’s not her. She is pretty much the opposite of me in every way. She is full of life and color while I am more of a black and white character. She’s trying to get me to open up more and I actually told her about who I am and mostly everything that happened. I went out last night and people got pictures of me and now I’m sure they know who I am and where I am.” I explain.
“That was a big step telling your roommate about your past. It took months for you to open up to me. I’m proud of you for trusting someone else with your secrets. As for the tabloids, you knew that would happen eventually. Right?” she questions.
