The Darkest Bond

Esmeray

I am not afraid of your darkness, the shadows lurking inside of you. For where there is shadow, there is also light.

The house doesn't feel like mine anymore. It has started feeling a whole lot different. The floorboards never creaked but tonight was different, it did. The boards echoed through the empty hallways and room as I pass by. I move quietly, out of habit even though I lived on this floor alone.

The living room was dim, lit only by the orange glow of the single lamp left switched on. On the coffee table, letters and documents piled up taking its space.

I heard footsteps and turned expecting to see anyone but my Dad. "What are you doing here?" I asked probably sounding confused. He looked tired and worn out as he walked towards me taking the documents and letters placing them in a safe. Strange.

I crossed my arms expecting an answer from him but he just shut me out. "I'm f*****g talking to you the least you can do is to pretend" I spat out. "Language princess" he murmured. I took in a deep sigh and sat by him but he stood up leaving me alone on the couch. "We weren't like this years ago" I said, my tone higher than normal. I missed our ild house, the swing in it, the neighbors and even the front porch. I rather live in a cabin that has all the simpler things than live in luxury losing important stuff like happiness and family. I grabbed the bottle of vodka and a cheeseburger to go when he stopped me. "You can't have that" he yelled behind me. I paused walking up to him showing how much I have grown over the years. "After your little tantrum just a while ago, I believe you don't tell me what to do anymore till you explain why you are keeping things from me" I hissed at the pain it caused. "I am your only family, Dad. Show me that respect at least". With that, I left.

I woke up the next day thinking about what happened between us last night. I didn't drink the vodka anyways. I just cried myself to sleep hoping I'll wake up and he's gone but no, he walks into my room taking in my appearance and the vodka on the table before speaking."Breakfast is ready princess. I expect you to be downstairs in twenty".

I rolled my eyes moving out of my bed and walking into my bathroom. I washed my hair and face before taking a shower then sliding into my white T-shirt and cotton shorts because I won't be leaving the house as usual.I walked casually and slower than normal just to piss him off but when I arrive he was done with his meal and was waiting for me.

I sat down not sparing him a glance as I played with my food obviously not hungry anymore. "I'm sorry princess I can't tell you anything. it's for your safety" I roll my eyes at the lame excuse but I didn't say a word. "Dad can I at least go out for once?" I asked in a whisper. He gritted his teeth before relaxing. He shook his head slowly which made me furious. "I miss my old life you know. You won't get married to me or give me children or give me a future outside this place." He clenched his jaw. "You're not leaving and that's final. I'll do just that if I have to." He snapped, yelling at me. I sighed, he just admitted to sleeping with me and giving me children if it meant I stay stuck here for good. I stood up leaving not minding if he was done with his lame excuse but this wasn't what I wanted. He leaves me no choice.

I contacted Blake telling her everything and whatever she said had me relieved. She was working on sending me to a place where I can have the freedom to do whatever I want and also under my dad's radar. She already arranged a place for me and some cash to sustain myself.

I sat on my chair pulling out a pen from my stash bound by an elastic band. I wrote a list of what I wanted to do and enjoy for my time there. I wanted to learn how to cook, knit, grow a garden and many other things I didn't know about or had the chance to do without thinking whether dad would agree to it. But I'll be free and that's all that matters.

I laid down on my bed thinking about the odds of meeting a guy who can satisfy my darkest desires. I feel ashamed of it because it's not normal to like being chased down and hunted. Not normal to fantasize being choked and misused a bit. I never liked posh guys anyway they were too soft for my liking. I closed my eyes imagining what my dark fantasy looks like. I imagine his thick but soft dark hair and whiskey eyes, dark and brooding. His nose perfect despite the fact that he has broken it a lot of times. I imagine the tattoos and scars coupled with some piercings.

I took in deep breaths feeling hot all of a sudden like eyes were on me. I clenched my thighs slowly running my hands down my body caressing it and then grabbing it harshly as I imagine my fantasy doing but with rougher hands.I slipped my hand into my shirt grabbing a breast and squeezing gently before pinching the n****e hard eliciting a moan from me. I slid my other hand into my shorts feeling the pool forming. I rubbed hard grinding my hips to cause friction. I cried out my face reddened. I slipped a finger inside feeling the ridges in my p***y. I arched my back when I imagined him dropping to his feet taking my p***y to his mouth like a starved man.

Suddenly, my phone rang and I picked it without checking the caller.

A deep, husky voice spoke. "Come for me , little bird".