Touch Me While I Taste You

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I woke up Garlier than usual today sering that I had the best slecp in days last night. I was now thinking that it was a blessing and a curse

A blessing because I had enough time to get ready for school and a curse because now I had to face father after a few day’s o í not catching a glimpse of his face.

I pushed back my composure, hating that the thought of facing him was nerve Wracking. A daughter shouldn’t feel that way, yet, I did.

I continued my way to the kitchen, forcing myself to get my pummeling heart under control. As I rounded the corner, the scent of the drug only grew stronger. I tapped my finger on my thigh as I finally entered the cooking area fully.

From the laptop belare him. They were darker than usual but cald like normal

Fathered the

My eyes leave his cold face to fall on the ceramic mug filled to the brim with the dark liquid that assaulted the area with its scent. It looked so black, so bitter, yet, it was the only thing that sermed to make father happy. Perhaps they weren’t all that different.

“Good morning father.” My eyes tear away from the bitter liquid filled inside the thin wall of ceramic to fall into the surprised eyes of father.

” You are up so early?” His voice was always so gruff and intimidating.

I let my eyes stray to the clock mounted o ni the wall. It was six-forty. I suppose it. was earlier than my usual waking up time.

“uh hum.” I nodded and walked over to the fridge. Gertrude wasn’t here yet so I had no other choice but to make my own

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in the kitchen island and plopped my botton on al staallanther

with a coldness that would make anyone uncomfortable. Still, Ichewed on the cereal to get

the sound of the laptop keys as he typed away aggressively. The

“‘Would you stop that!”

the spoon back into the bowl. I turn to the

unsettled me. “Stop what?” I asked softly, after I swallowed the cereal, knowing that if I Rhadn’t before speaking he’d probably

brown hair that inherited from him and Kets m

apologized knowing that is say anything sharky it would

reaching for the coffee situated on the island beside the laptop. He brings the white ceramic mug to his lips, sipping the hot liquid,

spine snapping straight and posture fixing into one that pleased him, Placing the mug back down, he gives me his attention. Something I didn’t want at

on your math?” His question was random, a s if looking for

still came

I answered tightly a I slowly grasp the snoon and

my eyes away from

Ymd so early.

Arbella. You can’t flunk math again, you’re a

I hissed dropping the spoon in the

In my eyes, it wasn’t flunking. There were other more important things than a bad grade which wasn’t even bad to begin with.

by a feminine voice. Mother walks

going on?” She questions and

to be