[Turning You] On!

[Turning You] On! Chapter 29

“Who’s the guy you have been running around with?” He asked me.

“Why?” I replied already annoyed.

“I want to know?”

“What difference does is make if you know or not?”

“Because I don’t want you to be with him as much as you are.” Who was he to try to tell me what to do when he was barely home and hadn’t been a real Dad since I could remember?

“Well you can forget about that.” I said turning away from him to leave.

“Brielle you will do as I say.” He yelled pulling me back by my arm.

“Why do you care who I am with so badly?” I yelled at him.

“I don’t. I care about having a respectable daughter who doesn’t run around screaming slut.” I could feel the tears welding up behind my eyes at the thought of my dad calling me a slut. Why couldn’t we just be a normal family where the parents supported their daughter no matter what she chose to do?

“I’m not a slut Dad.” I said calmly.

“You could have fooled me.”

“Oh yea you know all about fooling around don’t you. Tell me ….who’s the real slut since you’re out screwing around on mom.” I spat angrily. I didn’t even see the slap coming to my face. I felt the sting of his ring as he backhanded me. My hand instinctively went up to my face as I tried cooling the burning sensation. I looked up at him for a few seconds wondering how could he before going upstairs not bothering to mutter another word to him. I packed my duffel with everything that I could need for a couple of days. I grabbed my car keys and made my way down stairs. He was no longer in eye-sight which I was glad for. I went out the door and got in my car and drove over to Terry’s.

I knocked on Terry’s front door with my bag draped over my shoulder. I was so upset and I just wanted to be with Terry. I had no clue what made him think that he could put his hands on me especially in that manner, but I wasn’t going to be forgiving about it.

“Hey, what--- Brielle what happen to your face?” Terry asked grabbing my face and taking a closer look at it.

“Nothing.” I told him. “Can I come in?”

“What do you mean nothing?” He said allowing me to come inside.

“I mean that it was nothing Terry.”

“Brielle your face is red, bruised and cut something happened.”

“Can I spend the night?”

“You know the answer. Brielle?” I began to walk upstairs to his room.

“Terry really I’m fine.” I told him. He sighed as I dropped my bag against the wall in his room. He grabbed my arm making me face him. He ran his finger slightly over my flaming cheek. I reached  up connecting my lips with his and pulling him against me. I just needed him so much right now. He kissed me back leaving me to drown in his kiss and that was exactly what I was doing. I brought my hands down to his jeans undoing them.

He pulled back hesitantly and looked down in my eyes for a moment. He let it go bringing his lips back to mine which I was thankful for. I didn’t want him asking me anymore questions. I just wanted him to be there for me. He lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. His kiss deepened and we were both just pouring so much into it. He gently laid my back down against the bed leaving him on top of me. He lifted my shirt from my body. He then reached behind my back unclasping my bra and pulling it away from my body. His lips left mine, leaving me yearning for more. They drifted across my upper body paying attention to every portion. He gently kissed my shoulders my chest my stomach as he began to pull down my jeans.

I reached for his shirt pulling it away from his body.  My clothes were gone and now we had to get rid of his. I began to push down on his jeans inching them off. He stood up removing them and then brought his attention back to me. He placed sweet kisses up my thighs and across my hips sucking on my skin here and there. I was waiting anxiously to have him in the way that I wanted him. To have his body mashed against mine as we both experienced the ultimate bliss. He brought his lips back to mine and kissed me softly before glaring into my eyes.

“You sure you okay?”  I nodded and he proceeded to make love to me. He knew exactly what to do. He knew where to touch and how to hold me. He knew how to be soft and gentle when I needed him to be. Each thrust was slow and felt achingly good. The intensity in his eyes as he stared down at me, his body moved against mine perfectly making me forget about all my problems at home. Right now it was just me and him and that’s how I wanted it to be forever. I cherished what I had with him and I wanted every moment of my day to feel like this moment right now. I was in love with him. I needed him in my life. He completed me to the utmost.

Terry looked down at me as my chest heaved up and down as I rode out my pleasure peak. I reached up pulling him down towards me as I smashed my lips against his.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips.

“I love you too.” He said kissing my lips.

“I love you so much Terry. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Hey, don’t cry.” He said wiping the tears away from my face. I winced. He kissed my bruised cheek softly.

“Don’t let it get to you. Don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry.” He said wiping under my eyes once more. He rolled off of me and pulled me into his arms holding me as I silently cried. I didn’t know what I would do if I didn’t have him. He                                                                                                                                                            just seemed to be so essential to my life.

I sat on the counter as Terry cooked us a meal. He was a great cook and he was always feeding me. I was going to blow up if he wasn’t careful. I would hope that he would still want me if I gained weight. I would want him forever no matter what happened. The aroma of grilled onions and chicken filled my nostrils causing my stomach to grumble. I was so hungry and I hadn’t even realized it until I had started smelling the food.

Terry walked over to me and ran his fingers across my cheek, the one that was bruised from the earlier mishap with my Dad. I knew he was only worried and that he wanted to know what happened.

“My dad hit me.” I admitted to him.

“What?”

“My d—“

“I heard you Brielle. Why?” He asked.

“I-“ Ibegan.

“There’s no excuse. I already don’t like the son of a bitch.”

“Terry it’s okay calm down.” I said grabbing his hand.

“No, it’s not okay. Look at your face. Look at what he did to you.” I sighed looking away.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just don’t like the fact that he hurt you like that.”

“I’m okay Terry.” He shot me a sincere look.

“I’m ready for us to leave.”

“Me too.” I replied kissing his lips. I pulled him in between my legs and deepened the kiss.

“You don’t want our food to burn do you?” I groaned and let him return to his cooking.

“Make it extra delicious.” I told him.

“I will,” He said with a wink.