CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE.

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ALEXANDER

"Your father came for dinner." My mother said.

I watched Steven like he was a totally different man. His long beard was shaved, he looked like he wasn't on drugs or alcohol and he wasn't wearing an old pair of jeans with a flannel shirt, but a clean pair of jeans and a black dress shirt.

I couldn't even remember the last time I saw him looking normal. He was always the fucking drunk beggar that could never seem to be erased out of my life.

All of those horrible things he had done to me reappeared in my head as I looked at his blue eyes that will forever be the same.

When he came home drunk and I was the one to welcome him so he wouldn't take anything out on my mom.

When he'd make me smoke and drink in front of his friends as some kind of entertainment.

When he would hit me until I would stop crying and watched him hit my mother when she tried to stop him.

All those horrible memories were forever in my brain, and no new look from him could make me forget.

I watched in horror as Layla wrapped her small arms around his legs. How she brightly smiled as she looked up at him. She would never know how much he hated her when she was born. She had no idea how I had to protect her from him, because of how afraid I was that he would hurt her. A little baby.

"Hello, son." He said. It was crazy how just two words could make me hate him even more. He could never call me son because he was nothing but a disappointment to me.

I forgot everything else and his face became my target of attack. My mother and Sky already knew what I was planning to do so they started to yell at me. I ignored them and kept rushing over to him.

"Alex, don't." Sky somehow got in front of me.

She had a pretty strong hold on my shoulders as she pushed me.

She had no fucking idea of half of the shit he had done, why was she trying to stop me?

He didn't deserve the treatment he was getting.

Steven deserved to die, and I wanted to be the one to do it.

"Move." I tried to push her away.

"Please don't do this." She begged, looking like she was about to cry for me. That made me loose all focus on Steven and she became my only focus. "Let's go upstairs."

I sighed and grabbed her hand to quickly pull her towards the staircase.

"Are you guys coming to eat with us?" Layla asked Sky, but I was the one to tell her no. Her features depressed and she looked down at the floor.

"We'll be down in a minute." Sky told Layla.

Once we were in my room, I closed the door and pushed her against it.

I attacked her lips, hoping that the watermelon tasting, juicy, kissable lips would help me forget about the man downstairs.

"Alex, stop." She pushed me off of her.


"Why?" I groaned, taking her wrists to wrap her arms around my neck.

"You're hurting."

"What does that have to do with us fucking?"

She rolled her eyes at me and walked away from me. "How do you feel, Alex?"

"I feel like taking a fucking knife and stabbing my father to death." I admitted, and I watched her grow afraid at my cold words. "And fucking you with that dress still on."

She groaned in frustration. "Alex, your father is down there and they're all waiting for us to come down. Can you please be serious?"

"I am fucking serious. I need you to distract me." I explained, lifting her up from her underarms so her legs wrap around my waist.

"I'm not going to be your freaking distraction." She said, jumping off of me.

"Fine. But I'm not going down there."

"Alex-"

"Don't even try it, Sky. I'm not going down there."

"Please? For me?" She begged, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my head down to meet her eyes.

"Sky. . " I groaned.

"I want you to show your father that you are just fine without him. Even with all of what he's done, show him what you've accomplished at just seventeen." She smiled.

She was right. It was best to rub it in his face. I'm the best basketball player at my school, on the road to get a full scholarship for college basketball. I have a fucking amazing girlfriend. A job. A car.

I'm doing just fine without him. Better even. We all are.

"Okay." I reached for her again, this time only enveloping her with my arms. Every time I hugged her petite frame, I always felt this sudden wave of relaxation.

It's like that anytime I hugged her or kissed her, or even watched her smile. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier."

"It's okay." She sighed, wrapping her arms around me tighter. "Are you ready to go down there?"

I wasn't. But I knew that I had to. So I put a shirt on and walked down the stairs with Sky by my side.

When we reached the kitchen, my sister was showing Steven the books she bought at the book fair at her school. My mother was staring at them with a frown on her face, just like me.

All three of them noticed us and the silence grew.

Sky and I sat silently next to each other. I glared at Steven like he was the person I hated the most on this planet, which was the truth.

Like always, my mom began piling food on both of our plates and Sky began to eat.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him abruptly. My mother glared at me because of my tone but I didn't fucking care.

"I don't really know." He responded. "I've been sober for a month now, and the first thing that came to my mind was coming here."

"Congratulations." Sky smiled at him. I rolled my eyes at that because he didn't deserve her fucking niceness.

"Thank you." He smiled back. "I'm really sorry about what I said to you the other night, I wasn't myself."


"It's okay." She smiled.

"So are you two together?" He asked.

"Yes." Sky nodded.

"Caroline tells me you make him very happy. So I'm happy that my son has you."

A wave of anger swam in me.

As fucked up as it sounded, I'd rather the old him show up here. This wasn't him. My sister didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to have her long gone "father" reappear and show the fake side of him.

I gripped my fork strongly, trying to control my own breaths.

I looked over at Sky and suddenly felt the need of her. There was something so calming about her that I needed at this moment, so I gripped her thigh from under the table.

She was startled at my gesture but then seemed rather pleased. I hadn't even realized that my nails were digging her thigh when I looked at Steven again.

She winced under her breath and grabbed my hand. She intertwined our hands and rested our hands on her lap.

A small smile from her calmed me in just a few seconds.

"So your mother tells me you're on the basketball team?" Steven asked me.

"Best on the team." I said with very low enthusiasm. Sky smiled at this which made me smile.

"I used to be on the basketball team as well." He said

"Really?" I grew suspicious.

"Yeah. I think it was just for my height though. That's not really what I was interested in."

"What was it?" Sky wondered.

"You would never guess." He chuckled.

"Drugs? Alcohol?" I guessed rudely.

The previous feeling of the room went down at my words. My mother sneered at me even harder, Sky's smile dropped and Layla was looking up at me with wide eyes while eating her spaghetti with her fingers.

What surprised me was Steven. He was actually chuckling because of my question.

"No, it was actually art. I actually still have all my art drawings in my sketch book. I bring it everywhere I go." He explained.

Silence grew after this and we could only hear the clinks of the dishes. Which was annoying the fuck out of me.

"How's cheerleading, honey?" My mom asked Sky.

"Good. Since basketball season is almost over, we'll be cheering for the football team soon." Sky said, and just the thought of her cheering for someone else angered me.

"Oh, no you're not." I whispered in her ear, getting a roll of her eyes in return.

The moves she performed weren't even sexual, but it's the way her body fucking moved that made it so sexy. It was distracting to see on the court, and to hell the football guys are going to fucking see it.

The dinner went on to Steven talking more about his art, then talking about him and my mother in high school, and how their parents felt when they found out she was pregnant with me.

It really seemed to make everyone happy that he was here. Except me. I didn't fucking like it, and something wasn't fucking right.

The dinner ended but he wasn't done. Layla was already asleep, my mother was cleaning up and Steven was showing Sky his weird sketches as I sat on the other couch and watched.

I watched how easily he could make her smile. It was somewhat disturbing.

I saw her yawn and took that as an opportunity to end it. "Okay, I think Sky is tired. We are going to go to bed now."

She rolled her eyes but got up from the couch and made her way upstairs after saying her goodnights to my mother and Steven.

I stayed on the couch, staring at Steven until he got uncomfortable and got up.

"Well, I think it's my turn to leave." He said. "Thank you for dinner, Caroline."

I walked him out, watching him put his fucked up sandals on before he turned to me.

"It was good to see you, son."

"I know your intentions are probably good. But I won't let you fucking hurt my mom or my sister again. I won't." I threatened, looking up at him because of the few inches he had over me.

He nodded. "I'll see you next time."

With that, he left. I had no idea what I was feeling after this dinner with him so I went to find Sky so she can help me touch on those feelings.

She wasn't in my room so I opened the bathroom door and there she was. Her cute ass was on the bathroom counter, sitting with her legs under her and tweezing her already perfect eyebrows.

It always made me laugh; the positions she sat or the way she did things. It wasn't normal.

I chuckled at her and closed the door before taking a piss.

She loved seeing me pee in front of her, it was so weird but I loved to see her laugh. She'd just giggle while watching my bare ass.

Sky already had changed in her sexy ass tiny shorts and a white undershirt, signalling that she wasn't leaving me tonight like she had threatened to earlier.

She finished doing whatever the hell she was doing when I finished so I washed my hands and walked up to her.

"How do you feel?" She asked, while looking up at me from the mirror. Sky was still sitting on the counter.

"I have no idea." I rested my chin on her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her from behind. "I don't have a good feeling about him."

"Well, I'm proud of you after tonight." She beamed.

This girl had no fucking idea how much that meant to me. After I hurt her, I wanted to be good for her. So hearing that she was of me just felt so fucking perfect.

"You are?" I teased, lifting up the her shirt to reveal her perky breasts underneath.

"Mmhm." She hummed and closed her eyes.

I began to massage her tits with my hands, leaving my eyes fixed on her expressions.

Her small head rested on my chest as I clearly made her feel good. I watched her pleasured expressions from the mirror, not being able to take my mind off of her face.

"You're never leaving me, Sky. I hope you know that." I whispered in her ear.

She nodded and bit her lips as I lightly pinched her hard nipples.

I wanted to make sure that she would never leave me like my father did, because she meant much more to me than he did.

And I didn't know what the fuck I would do if she left me.

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