Chapter Four

LET ME FUCK YOU

AALIYAH

"Did she tell you why she has never visited?" I ask again, wiping off my tears.

Chris turns to look at me and for once, I can read the emotion in his eyes. My heart breaks in disappointment.

"She said she's busy and she'll come visiting when she can,"

"Perhaps – did Shelly stop seeing me as her best friend?" I ask the question that's been haunting me. 

Chris gives a shallow hiss and looks away. When his gaze comes back to me, it's hard and burning.

"She said she'll come when she can. That's all the fuck I know," he repeats and waits for no reply before he heads out.

He slams the door and yells at me to lock it from the inside. I do as he asks and drag my miserable self to my bedroom.

All of a sudden, I'm not so hungry anymore and all I wanna do now is sleep away my misery.

I retrace my step to my bedroom and curl up on my bed, covering myself with the duvet. Tears slide down my eyes as I shut them.

Hours later, I wake to the thrashing sounds of rain on the roof. It's night and it seems I slept all day. 

I gasp as thunder and a lightning bolt strike against my windowsill. I've never been one who's scared of the storm, but right now, I'm distorted and the tiniest thing gets to me.

I shut my eyes again but the familiar sound of Shelly's car engine makes me flutter my eyes open. 

The car rides up to my lawn and then the engine goes dead. Excitement grips me as I hurry down the bed.

"Shelly!" I yell like a child, running down the stairs and going to open the front door. "Shelly, I'm so happy you came…"

My smile fades as I open the front door and realize it isn't her. But then again, the visitor is related to her.

"Hello, Aaliyah," Beta Nicholas smiles at me. He's covered with a thick black coat and has his hat in his hand. His grey beard is neatly carved and he still has the rich aura around him.

"Hello, Beta," I force a smile, still confused. So Shelly's Father visits me but Shelly doesn't? I don't understand.

"Can I come in?" He asks, and I snap out of my thought.

"Sure, come right in," I step back and he walks in. I shut the door and walk with him to the living room. "Have a seat,"

He sits on a couch and I sit half-assedly on the other couch and I'm facing him.

"You look a bit disappointed to see me," He said the words with a laugh, "Why? Are you expecting someone?"

*Your daughter,* I almost say but I decide not to. What's the point?

"No. I'm just surprised to see you. I haven't seen you since that night,"

"Me neither. But I got my eyes on you. And I was told you left here today,"

Well done, Chris. You couldn't even keep a little secret.

"I'm sorry, but I get lonely staying here. I just needed a little fresh air," I sigh, rubbing my face.

"It's okay. I understand," he says in a calm tone. "You don't have anything to be sorry about. You shouldn't even be locked up in here,"

"Yeah, I shouldn't, right?" I mutter the words, getting close to tears.

"How have you been, Aaliyah? You look broken," He says, putting me under scrutiny.

"I am broken," I tell him, as my vision clouds with tears. "And I'm not okay at all,"

"I'm sorry. And I swear, I'm doing all I can to reach an agreement with the Night Walker Pack. You won't have to stay here for long, I promise,"

I'm touched to tears and I don't even try to hold them back. "Thank you so much,"

He stands and spreads out his arms for me. I go right in and he holds me in a soothing hug. Feels just like hugging my Father again, and I enjoy the minutes the hug lasts. Not until something started seeming off.

He's hugging me way too tightly that I'm almost suffocating. "You're holding me too tightly," I tell him, struggling a bit to loosen his hold.

"God, you still smell so nice," His voice is dreamy, as he says those words. 

I'm taken aback and I force myself out of his hold. His eyes are hooded with an emotion that's beginning to freak me out.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask him, taking steps away from him.

"What?" He retorts absentmindedly then he shakes his head, "Nothing. I just thought you needed someone to keep you warm," 

"I have my coat and duvet for that, so don't worry. I'm good," 

I feel uncomfortable now, it's weird because I've never felt that way with him around. And I just wish he'll leave. 

"You don't get it, do you?" He says with a grin and in a flash, he unzips his fly and sticks out his dick.

"Fuck, Beta Nicholas, what are you doing?!" I look away from him.

I hear a menacing laugh and I can't believe it's coming from him. He used to have a nice, soothing laugh. What changed?

"I just wanna show you how I intend to keep you warm, dear," He says in a lusty tone.

"Get a grip, Sir. This isn't right," I take quick steps backward, still not looking at him.

"Quit with the pretense, Aaliyah. We both know this isn't the first time you're seeing a dick,"

"It is the first time I'm seeing yours, which I shouldn't be seeing at all," I snap at him. "What will your wife think if she finds out what you just did? What will Shelly think if she finds out?"

"I don't give a shit about that…"

"Well, I do. You're supposed to be my father figure, for Pete's sake!" I rasp, letting out a silent "ouch" as my leg hits the center table.

"I don't give a flying fuck!" He snaps in anger, sending ripples of fear to my heart.

"What?" 

"I don't give a fuck," He repeats, and I hear him taking in a harsh breath. "I spent years giving a fuck about what others would think and it's been hell.  I fuck my wife every night, picturing it was you I was shoving into. I see you running around in those skimpy clothes and I'm stuck with a boner. I have endless wet dreams of you, and I take peeks of you when you change in Shelly's room. I do all these crazy shit because I can't get you out of my mind,"

"What?" I mutter in disbelief, turning around to look at him.