Page 49 of Don't Fall for the Goalie
Whatever it was snapped my resistance. My hand cupped her face, and she gave a slight nod.
That was all the permission I needed.
My lips met hers, unleashing a chain reaction. Colorexploded behind my eyes.Her whimpers and sighs were music to my ears. Her touch became the one thing I didn’t know I needed until I had it.
We were interrupted that night by the howling winds and pounding rain.
But in the shower, nothing stops me from imagining Peyton beneath me. The sounds she’d make. The way she’d come apart in my arms if I ever truly let myself touch her.
I moan her name, shooting long ropes of cum toward the drain.
Afterward, I lean my head against the shower wall, catching my breath.
And the guilt rushes back in.
He crookshis finger at me. “Come here, boy.”
I tell myself to be strong. To not show fear.
But my body shakes as I move at a snail’s pace, staring at the belt in his hands.
The last time, he beat me unconscious.
Would he be more merciful this time? Or would it be worse?
As the first crack of the leather strikes my skin, I call out a name.
But it isn’t my mom’s.
It’s Peyton’s.
I jolt awake, sitting straight up in my bed. Sweat soaks my skin as my wild eyes search the room.
You’re home. Safe.
He’s not here.
He’s dead. Remember?
The thought calms me. I don’t care that he was myfather. He abused my mom and me so violently that all I can feel toward him is hatred. Even now.
I get up, running a hand through my damp hair.
Maybe a drink will help.
I silently slip downstairs, navigating through the darkness to the fridge. I grab a bottle of water, open it, and drain half of it.
Stepping back, I lean a hip against the counter, fighting a sudden urge to check on Peyton. To make sure she’s okay.
I finish the bottle of water, telling myself she’s fine and to go to bed.
But I don’t listen.
I silently pad down the hallway, telling myself this is stupid. Foolish.
I’m surprised to find her bedroom door open.
I suck in a breath when I see her. She’s lying on her side, one small fist curled beneath her chin. Long lashes rest on slightly flushed cheeks. Her breathing is even and steady, soothing me.
