Seducing Daddy [NOT UPDATING]

Just a dream, that's all.

Bella

In a fetal position I was when I awoke, laying in the back seat of my car. Hints of tears were shown in the rear view mirror. Stretching, my back hurt like hell. What happened to let me wake up like this? I groaned loudly.

When I sat up, it was like the blood rushing down were the memories of last night. The alcohol, horrible games of "Truth or Dare", and how it ended with me lusting for an older man. Mr. Marshall, to be exact.

"Oh god," I moaned.

Kicking the door open, I dragged myself up the porch and in the front door. As usual the house was alive, my mom sitting at the counter watching outside while dad on-looked the football on the TV. Lumbering past them, I ignored mom's call.

"Young lady, get ri--Oh my, you look awful, Bella," Mom noted.

"Yes, I know. May I please take a shower in peace?"

"Of course, of course. Come down for lunch when you're done, though!"

Nodding in her direction, I tossed my jacket on the door, and tightly closed my bedroom door. With anger I threw my used clothes in the hamper, and shoved my hairbrush back in my vanity's drawer.

Why, oh God why, did I do that? Instantly I fell hard for a man I have no clue of. Except for that his wife is dead, and his daughter is the most annoying creature on Earth. How could I, a teenager, hold such thoughts for an older man and father?

Shaking my head, I went to my bathroom. Turning the knob, I quickly stepped in. Instantly the steaming water soothed me, letting my body relax as well as my mind.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that let the spur of the moment take over. I must admit, he is handsome. Nothing like the guys I date. And he seemed to radiate mature. Like everything was absolutely under control. Even when he woke up to me at his bedside, he was so calm.

I sighed, loudly.

After awhile, my fingers became prunes. Forcing myself into the frigid air, I wrapped my body with a lush towel. Dripping, I looked in the mirror at myself. Just plain Bella Montaro--no makeup, hair completly down and wet...

Am I beautiful? The way I am, just regular ole' me. Like when you're a little kid, and you roll around in mud and your dad still says you're the most beautiful girl in the universe. But is that necessarily true?

Shrugging, I stopped thinking about that. Being insecure is a dangerous thing. You lose your confidence, which let's your beauty evaporate.

Instead, I let my mind wander to school. Regular things, like homework, if Sam Ollis is a girl or a boy, and whether or not Mrs. Grinkly will ever be nice. On Monday I shall go back, and live my life.

As if that incident never happened.

Oh, I'll never be able to act like that. My fate is sealed. For the rest of my life I'll think of Mr. Marshall. How lovely his exquisite lips felt against mine. Just how the moonlight captured his dazzling eyes. And the way he looked at me for just a few delicate moments...

Who am I kidding?

"Lunch is ready!" Mom called out.

"Alright!"

Drying off, I quickly got into my robe before racing down the stairs. Skidding to a halt, I stared greedily at my plate, promising the chicken that it would soon be devoured. Taking a fork, the promise was put into work.

"So, how was your stay at Emiline's?" Mom asked nonchalontly.

Casting a glance up, I almost died of laughter. She acts as if it were the most casual conversation, when I know it's truly eating her up to know. Especially since I had no desire to be there.

But the mention of it sent my stomach lurching. Forcing another bite down, I considered what to say to her. Mom cocked an eyebrow, leaning towards me, itching to hear my words. I took another bite, teasing her.

"Well, it was...alright," I said.

Stopping there, it sent my mom into a flurry.

"How? Tell me!"

"Her house was lush, and Cherry was there."

"Exciting!"