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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plodvederver in the kitchen island and

that would make anyone uncomfortable. Still,

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

“‘Would you stop that!”

startled, unconsciously throwing the spoon back into the bowl. I turn to the now glaring man, whose eyes pierces through mine angrily from

instead issued me with a displeased look that unsettled me. “Stop what?” I asked softly, after I swallowed the cereal, knowing that if I Rhadn’t before speaking

h anud thrigh his short dark brown hair that inherited from him and Kets

anything

He demanded while reaching for the coffee situated on the island beside the laptop. He brings the white ceramic mug to

spine snapping straight and posture fixing into one that pleased him, Placing the mug back down, he gives me

His question was random, a s

still came

I answered tightly a I

my eyes away from

Ymd so early.

need to be serious about this Arbella. You can’t flunk math again, you’re a senior now and colleges don’t –

hissed dropping

term. I only got ninety five than my usual ninety-seven. In my eyes, it wasn’t flunking. There were other more important things than

he is interrupted by a feminine voice. Mother walks into the kitchen, her face already painted

questions and looks

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