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I said yes. I can't believe I said yes. How on Earth will I meet my dad?! Before I know it, I feel myself begin to hyperventilate. "Bailey, what's wrong?" Adrian worriedly asks, letting go of my hand. Probably because he thinks I'm about to have a panic attack.
"Paper bag," I wheeze out. I don't know where he got it from, but he gets me a paper bag after a quick run somewhere and I hold it to my mouth, breathing into it. Soon, my breathing turns normal and I put the paper bag aside. "Mr. Rodriguez called. My dad's out of rehab... He wants to see me."
"You didn't say yes, did you?"
"I said yes."
"Why?" He asks, sounding more hurt than shocked. Oh my god, was he hurt for me?
"He's clean now... he's sober. A small part of me hopes that he'll be a good person when he's sober."
"After all he did, you still think he's going to redeem himself?" His voice sounds angry. "Bailey, I'm not trying to stop you from meeting your dad, but I want you to think this through. This was the man that abused you for eighteen years of your life. I think that's reason enough to stay away from him."
"Adrian, I'm sorry. But it's only going to be for a few minutes. I just want to see a sober version of him... My entire life, all I've known is a drunk version of him. I don't even know if he remembers most of what he did. I just want to see him sober. That's all. I don't want him in life. Hell, that's the last thing I want. I just... I want to see him."
"Okay, Bailey. I support you although I don't agree with what you're doing. I'm here for you, all the time." I melt into a weak smile, hugging him tightly.
"You're so sweet. It makes me horny," I decide to take my mind off my dad as much as possible.
He chuckles. "Don't tell me you want to fuck again. You're still sore."
"How about a blowjob?"
"When you're not sore."
"What are you? A hermit now?" I scoff, before chuckling at my own joke. "Oh, look, Spongebob is making Squidward eat a Krabby Patty!" I point to the TV screen. I was supposed to leave to see my dad right about now, but I'm trying to keep myself distracted.
"When are you going to go?" He asks, with his head laying on my chest.
"Right now."
"Right now?"
"Yeah, I just need to get ready."
"Oh, okay."
"Get me my clothes? Or better yet, get me one of your sweatshirts. They comfort me."
I feel anxiety start to rise in my body, but I quickly suppress it by distracting myself with Spongebob. Don't think about him. Don't think about him. Don't fucking think about him. Think about Adrian. You know what? Think about last night!
Think about how good he felt in you. How we worked magic with his fing- Okay! I'm getting carried away. Think about how cute he is. Don't think about dad.
"Baby, I got you some clothes," Adrian's voice interrupts me from my thoughts. He tosses a pair of jeans towards me and one of his sweatshirts. "Maybe you should wear two layers of leggings? It's pretty cold outside. Oh and here, don't go without wearing these."
He tosses a pair of bra and underwear at me. I smile at him as I get off the couch, and slip into my underwear and lift off my shirt so I can put on my bra. "I know you're staring," I point out.
"You just look so beautiful."
"I'd look better without these scars," I mumble as I slip into Adrian's shirt and Adrian's sweatshirt. Adrian cups my face, lifting them up so I can meet his eyes.
"You look beautiful. How many times do I have to tell you that? These scars show me how strong you are, especially when they're all over your body except your wrist. I've never known someone that faced half the battles you faced and came out on top. So look at these scars as marks of your bravery, because that's how I look at them. Brave girls are the prettiest, you know."
I smile from ear to ear at his words. "You're the best," I sniffle, and try to command my eyes to pull the tear back inside.
"Do you want me to give you a ride?"
I open my mouth to say something dirty, but he quickly patches up his words. "To your old neighborhood in the car in a very innocent manner."
"Yes please."
I noticed that Adrian was dressed in a parka. A black parka with wool sticking out near the hood. He looked so cute and hot it in. I wanted to kiss him senseless.
He scoops me up once more, carrying my bridal style towards the car. "I'm going to make sure you walk the very minimum until you feel all better." My heart melts once more. I'm going to need a heart transplant at this rate.
So far, I'm doing a very good job keeping my mind off my dad. An extremely good job. I think I deserve a medal for this.
Adrian places me in the car as he takes a seat next to me. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Yes. I wanted to do it. I was curious about his sober side. I've always wanted to see him sober, and this was my chance to do it. "Yes," I reply, fidgeting furiously with my hair.
Adrian leans over and plants a kiss on my lips. "Remember, you can always turn back. You don't have to do this."
"Let's just go," I reply, trying to keep my heart rate in check. "Tell me something to distract me," I tell him.
"Okay..." He takes a deep breath. "I want to celebrate Christmas with you. I've never celebrated it before, and this time, I want to, because you're here."
"Aw," I coo. "Me too. I'd love to celebrate it with you."
"Really?" His eyes light up. "Good. I didn't want to bring it up because I was worried I'd accidentally hurt your feelings or something."
Oh my god. He was worried that it might trigger some unhappy memories from my childhood. He. Is. So. Sweet.
"No! I want to spend as much time with you as possible in the best ways possible. Just being with you is enough for me."
"I'll never leave you. I'm always here for you, Bailey. Whenever you want me, for innocent or dirty purposes, I'm here," He winks at the end and I laugh.
A while later, the car begins to slow down and comes to a full stop in front of my old apartment. I find myself gripping Adrian's hand tightly.
Stop. He's sober. He's sober. He's sober. He's sober. He's sober. He's fucking sober. You can always run away. Adrian's right here. He can't hurt you. He can't fucking lay another finger on you.
I pushed away all my dark thoughts up till now, but I can't do it anymore when I'm standing right in front of my horrible childhood memories. With trembling hands, I reach for the car door and open it, slowly stepping out.
"I'll be here," Adrian assures me. "If he tries to hurt you, just call me and I'll be there."
Not being able to form words, I simply smile weakly at him before turning around and walking up the stairs towards my old apartment. The door is open, but I don't walk in. I stand outside, gripping the doorframe tightly.
There was my dad. He was standing in the small kitchen, with a knife in his hand. When he sees me, I ready myself to run away, expecting him to attack me with the knife.
He puts it down and turns to me. His eyes were hollower and more lifeless than usual and he had lost a lot of weight.
He was sober.
"Bailey..." He starts.
"H-hey."
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a/n: okay. i have shit ton of hw. i thought my english essay was due tmrw night but it's due fucking today night! WELP. it's okay *takes a deep breath* well, no double updates today, i guess. i need to do hw.
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