Deaf Ears Ring

Prologue

And to be honest, the whole thing kind of kills you.

Because your art so much to you, but now, so does this blind friend of yours, just on a much different level. The two of you have other things in common, but obviously, art isn't one of them. And that kills you because you care about this person more than any other person in the world now...

And the one thing you can't share with them...is the one thing you truly understand.

My story is similar to this one in certain ways. Except my "friend" is named Kaitlin. And she just turned fourteen.

And she's my daughter.

I'm obviously not a painter, and Kaitlin isn't blind...

This story starts with me and Kaitlin's mother, Lindsey Audeberrie. Lindsey and I were never an actual couple. She was just a girl I would hook up with on occasion when I broke up with a girlfriend, was stressed about tour; pretty much any time I was in a bad mood, needed a release and didn't have any other girlfriend to get it from.

Lindsey was a really nice woman. Thinking about it her now, I often regret how I took advantage of her. I could've been good to her. I could've taken care of her. I could've loved her...but I didn't. I just used her...

Anyway, we were young and dumb and stupid. Lindsey was naïve and thought that our time together would maybe bring her love. I was simply the dickhead 21 year old that thought the pretty blonde with the blue eyes would make a nice fuck.

And that, she was. She was excellent in bed. The ones with the bad pasts always are. Lindsey's certain...skills, are the reason I always brought her back to me when I wanted her. We'd hook up, she'd stay the night, and depending on how I felt the next morning, she'd either go or stay.

And if she stayed, you can probably imagine what we did...

Chris pins Lindsey down onto the bed as he slowly makes his way inside of her. Lindsey lays her head back and moans as Chris sucks his way up her neck, beginning to roll his hips into hers.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, you little slut." Chris says as he begins to move a bit faster.

"Ohhh....Oh, God..."

"You can call me 'Chris'."

Lindsey rolls her eyes, then Chris hits just the right spot and she moans again. Chris pins Lindsey's arms to the bed and pounds into her as hard as he can.

"Roll your eyes at me again and see what happens." Chris grunts through his teeth.

Lindsey goes to say something, but gets cut off by Chris kissing her rough, hard and sloppily. She wraps her arms around Chris' neck (which, at the time, had not yet even been tattooed) and her nails dig into his back. She wraps her legs around Chris' torso and locks her ankles around him, moving her hips as fast as she could to get as much friction as she could.

Then, one day, everything changed...

There's a knock on the door. Chris answers it to reveal Lindsey. He smirks.

"Hey, gorgeous. I wasn't expecting you today."

"Is this a bad time?"

"Actually, it's a pretty perfect time."

"Good, 'cause we need to talk."

"Talk? What's the fun in that?"

Lindsey walks in, "It's important, Chris."