All Chapters of Daddy and Mommy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"I've never felt so scared and on the verge of...death in my entire life," Jackson let out shakily. "She didn't even think twice before putting me in there to freeze to death," he sniffled. "I didn't think Michael would find me. I was ready to give up," he admitted with a shaky breath."Over the years, I'd find it hard to believe everything positive, coming from anyone else. Even Michael. I'd held on to the words those women said I was. I'd held on to what Karen thought of me. If a lot of them thought something was wrong with me, then...I believed them. That's when the panic attacks started. I felt...I became suicidal. When it became too much for me to handle, I-I wanted to end it all. I thought that maybe, Michael would be better off without me. I thought that maybe everything would be okay if I just..." I held him tighter."For a long time, Michael and I were in a rocky situation, and so...we weren't in any sexual activities. So I was able to cover up all the things I did to myself.

"Mr Byron," I tensed at the same time Jackson's arm tightened around me. From my peripheral vision, I saw Samantha standing up to greet our arch-nemesis, Sandy Byron. Next to him was none other than his bitch of a daughter. I know I'd sworn off calling women by such names, but I've lost respect for that piece of shit. "I hope you are enjoying yourself," Samantha smiled at the man, oblivious to all of the shitty deeds he's done."Indeed I am," he said. "Let me introduce you to my daughter." He turned to Karen, who was looking at me. My vision was hazy due to alcohol, and for once I was glad I didn't have to see her face. "She'll be working with you. I'm afraid something has come up, and I need to be leaving for New Orleans. "I can assure you you'll be in good hands," he said, smiling proudly at his shitty daughter. "Of course, I'll keep in touch, but I'm handing over the project to her. She's quite good—""Dad, no need to talk for me," Karen said, though she was basking in his praises.

| Jackson |Mommy looked so good.Really beautiful. Michael kept fixing his pants as he eyed the two of us closely. I can tell he's struggling a little. I wished to ease his discomfort, but I knew that would lead me to punishment, so I stayed rooted in my spot."On your knees for me," Samantha said, walking over to me. I reacted a second too late because I was distracted and mesmerised by her. I can't begin to describe how beautiful she looked. She oozed confidence and power; I felt myself slipping deeper into submissiveness, sinking to my knees as I looked up eagerly at Mommy. I purred quietly when her soft hands brushed my hair back, smiling down at me. "You look so good, baby." She bent down to kiss me. "So good." Her hands brushed my shoulders, making me shiver with delight.I felt the gentle fabric of the collar as she clasped it into place. She stepped back to admire, smiling proudly. "There," she said happily. "Okay, I'd like to stick around for an hour or two and see what happ

| Jackson |"How are you feeling today, baby?" Samantha asked me as I curled up between her and Michael, pulling the covers.I was still in bed, at 8 a.m. I couldn't get myself to wake up or even do anything. I was just feeling down. Numb, but sad. It was a weird feeling. I fondled Samantha's breast mindlessly, feeling its softness and squishy. It felt like a stress ball. She didn't stop me or pay attention to it.Michael pressed gentle kisses on my shoulders and back, his arm around me. "You want to stay in bed?" She asked me, her fingers massaging my scalp gently. I nodded. "Okay, but you're going to eat, right?" I grimaced at the idea of getting up to do something.She's back. Karen's back.After yesterday, I feel so drained that something as simple as chewing feels like hard labor. My body seemed to have shut down. I'd planned to stay buried underneath the covers for the duration of today and just...cease to exist. Maybe if I hide in here, she won't get me. She won't bother me as

| Michael |"Oh shit, I'm drunk," Samantha said, swaying. She and Jackson broke out in laughter when she accidentally hit her head on the coffee table. I was a little tipsy myself."I'm sorry. Are you hurt?" Jackson asked in between laughter, grabbing her curls a little too roughly. Instead of crying out in pain, Samantha laughed, swatting his hand."Ow! Daddy chill," that made the two of them topple over with laughter. I shook my head, laughing quietly. I shouldn't have let them drink. "Whose turn is it?" Samantha asked after they were calm and sitting upright."Yours," Jackson said."No, it's Michael's," she argued, pointing at me. "Your turn to play." I picked up the card and read it."I have to pour vodka on the person on my right." I looked towards Samantha, who was seated on my right. We were currently huddled up by the couches, playing a game or drinking. We chose to sit on the carpet. I don't know how we ended up here, from painting nails and finishing two tubs of ice cream. T