Hungry Eyes

“I made notes for you. Also, Miss Becky had us grouped into four for the new class project. Don't worry, I saved a spot for you in my group.”

I was on a video call with my best friend. We've been talking for an hour now.

She picked up a textbook and showed it to the screen.

“Mr. Dustin said we had to buy it, so I got two. One for me and one for you.”

I couldn't help but get a bit too emotional. “Thanks, girl.”

She pouted. “How are you doing though? Are you getting any better?”

“Yes. I'm much better now.”

When I left her house, I said I was sick and Mum had asked me to come over so she could take care of me.

In reality, I was indeed sick. My legs hurt. My pussy was sore. I was crying a lot from guilt. My head was messed with thoughts. I was both physically and mentally sick. And it would have gotten worse if I'd stayed, so that was why I came home instead. It's been a week. But I still wasn't mentally ready to go back there. I can't face him.

“And how long before you come back to live in our house?” April added, expectantly.

“Honestly, I don't know. Mum still needs me here and…” I paused, realizing that it wasn't worth saying any more.

Because how could I tell her that I was running from her Dad?

“..and what? Do you have another problem?”

“No. It's just Mum. She…she's having those mental breakdowns again and you know how she gets when she's back at it.”

“I know. I'm so sorry, girlfriend. We don't deserve such shitty Mums.”

Shitty Mums. Mine was a brokenhearted, overly strict Mum, who trauma dumped on me and made me her damn anchor.

April's Mum abandoned her with her Father when she was five. She never called or showed up. No one knows where she is.

So yeah, shitty Mums indeed. Except I try to always remind myself that my Mum loves me and she's just a victim of Dad's infidelity.

“My Dad won't stop asking me when you're coming back to the house. Or to school.”

My breathing hitched. Hot air rushed through my spine, down to my inner thighs. Memories of that night replayed in my head, spiking up my hormones.

Stop it, Willow.

“I think he got a little too used to having you with us. If I didn't know better, I'd think he's sad that you left. So you'd better hurry back home. This is your home too, you know that, right?”

Tears dropped from my eyes. Guilt surged through my heart. I didn't deserve this much goodness from her, knowing I fucked her Dad.

“I love you, girl,” I said, silencing my guilt. That much was true. I did love her. I just don't know what came over me that night.

“Love you more, bedbug. Goodnight.” Just then her door creaked open. “Who are you talking to, sweetie?”

My chest constricted in raw excitement at the voice.

“It's…Willow, Dad. Come say hi.”

“Goodnight.” I blurted out, hanging up quickly before he got the chance to show up on the screen.

I was literally hyperventilating. It took a good minute for me to chill.

What the heck, Willow?

I fell to the bed, burying my face into my pillow. What should I do?

The loud voices downstairs snapped me out of my reverie. I knew those voices. I knew what was going on. And it reminded me exactly why I left this house in the first place.

I hurried downstairs, but paused midway on the stairs and just watched.

Mum was furiously blasting Dad, while waving some papers in his face. Dad's fists were clenched, ready to blast her back.

Why was he here at such a late hour anyway?

“Joint custody? Joint custody?! There's no way I'm letting you have access to my daughter!”

“She’s my daughter too. And I might be fighting with her mother but I still love my daughter. So I have every right to be her Dad.”

“Well, you should have thought of that before cheating! Because right now, you've lost all those rights and she wants nothing to do with you!”

Tears rushed down my face. But I remained silent. I couldn't get involved. I've never gotten involved in their fights. Not even when we lived together.

“You're a terrible father and husband. What you deserve is a lifetime in hell with the devil!”

“For once, would you cut down on your religious shit and be fucking realistic? Yes, I'm an awful husband but I've never been a terrible Father.”

True.

I mean, I love Mum. God knows I'm on her side. But Dad's never really directly hurt me either. So…so…why do I have to cut ties with him too? It hurts.

“Well, you can't be an awful husband and still be a good Father. It doesn't work that way. Also, Willow needs to be far away from a man like you. Because you're toxic to her. You're gonna ruin her life…”

There wasn't much left of my life at the moment, so what was there to ruin?

Deep in thought, I hadn't realized they'd gone quiet.

“Willow…” Dad said quietly, staring at me. His eyes held so much love, it made my heart hurt. “Baby…”

How could I stay away from the only man I've ever loved? The only one who's ever loved me back?

But then, I looked at Mum's hurting eyes and again I was reminded why. He hurt Mum. And I was my mother's daughter.

“Go to your room, Willow,” Mum said, wiping her tears vigorously.

“No, baby, wait—”

But I already turned around and was racing up to my room. I got inside and shut the door, dropped on my bed, and cried myself to sleep.

The next day, I dressed up for school. Staying here would kill me. The rigid atmosphere would literally suffocate me. I needed some fresh air.

I came downstairs and found Mum setting the table. She smiled at the sight of me.

“Going back to school?”

“Yup.”

“Come eat breakfast.”

“I'm already late, Mum. Sorry.” I declined and left the house.

I took the bus. It was an hour before I got to my school. I was headed for my first class.

“Look who showed up!” The shriek and firm hands wrapped around my neck brought me back to life.

Suddenly, I wasn't feeling so depressed anymore.

“April! You're suffocating me!” I laughed, struggling in her massive hug.

“That's what you get for being absent for so long.” She giggled. Then she finally let go. “God, I've missed you so much.”

“Me too.” I smiled. We linked hands as we walked.

“I have a lot of tea to spill. About me and…you know…” she wiggled her brows. “God, that man is a fucking stud…”

“Nope, I don't wanna hear it.” I covered my ears. She laughed, trying to yank my hand off my ears.

“He pounded me so fucking good that I lost my breath, literally. And when he made me suck his dick…”

“April!”

“Girl, he's fucking huge. I was gagging. That man deep-throated me to the point of tears. And I loved it. I fucking loved it!!”

“April!!!” I squealed, running away from her.

“Wait for me!”

I got to the class first and went to an empty seat at the back. April was right on my tail, grinning ear to ear..

She sat down and whispered. “He came in my mouth. You wanna know what he tasted like?”

“Go to hell,” I whispered back. She laughed heartily but finally gave me a break.

But her brief silence made my mind wander. To that night. Her Dad made me taste his cum. It tasted…weirdly delicious.

Lord, please. Don't make me think about him anymore.

“Dad?” April muttered.

I looked at her sharply but she was staring ahead. I followed her gaze, and froze at the sight of him, standing in front of the class.

Mr. Joe Anderson, in a suit, was a killer. Also, he looked so modest, it was hard to think he was the same man fucking me unapologetically a week ago.

“I know you all are shocked to see me. Dr. Johnson has the flu. He won't be here. He asked me to fill in for him.”

Everyone mumbled. Not out of disappointment though. They loved April's Dad. But yeah, this was a bit of a shock for everyone.

But the mumbling died quickly and he dropped his books on the table. Then his gaze wandered and somehow singled me out.

My lips quivered at the intense stare. He wasn't blinking. He wasn't looking away either. He gulped, making his Adam's apple bob.

I gulped too. But I didn't break eye contact. I was slowly feeling feverish and there was an unhealthy twitching inside my panties.

“I guess Dad's happy to see you. He won't stop staring.” April nudged me with a grin.

Happy…those weren't happy eyes. They were hungry eyes. Eyes that crushed my little hole that night. Eyes that seem to wanna do it again.

Also, there was a burn in those eyes. Like he was angry. Why? What did I do?

“I guess so,” I whispered back to April, finally breaking eye contact and dropping my gaze to my thighs.