Hello Ex: Your Father Is Mine(Dear Ex: He's My Daddy Now.)

Ava POV: Monday- I open my eyes then my alarm goes off. Step down the bed and turn the alarm off. I realise the morning routine went down the drain as Im putting on my beanie and brush only the ends that are sticking out. I leave the bathroom only for the car horn to go off because Eric is impatiently waiting for me in the car. I'm annoyed but somehow my body moves instinctively, grabbing my bag and rushing out the door. "I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!" I exclaim banging the car door shut. "How many times have I said that you should be following me when I leave the house!?" He sounds pissed and my mind is screaming at him to shut the hell up because I spent an hour waking him up and when I finally succeeded he basically made me wait for him to finish first before I did something. "I'm sorry it's my fault." That's what comes out of my mouth instead. "How about you STOP saying sorry and actually work hard at not pissing me off!" He was about to start his rant so I shut down after saying, "I'll work harder." The car coming to a halt shook me out of my shut down and Eric was still yelling at me. "You are right." I flatly said getting out of the car. I took a deep breath in, releasing the tension in my body. "Hey Ava." Ken and Levi parked one space accross from us. I forced a smile and waved at them. "Can you walk me to class?" I don't even know why I asked that even though I knew the answer. I guess it was just routine at this point. "You can't try to emotionally blackmail me by being clingy!" He sounded upset and distant. "Okay." I raised my hands in surrender, walked to him and tried to kiss him but he just left me there hanging. I watched as he walked away with his friends who waved goodbye awkwardly. The rest of the day was exhausting but in a fulfilling way. I had back to back class keeping my mind occupied with things, anything except Eric. During my last class though he walked in and dumped the car keys on my desk, "drive yourself home!" He turned trying to leave but I held him back. "Where are you going?" I sounded worried, I desperately wanted to be. "We are doing a group project and I don't want you taking a taxi." He pulled my head towards himself and kissed me on top. "I worry about you." Another kiss after the soft small confession. "I promise it's only today and I won't do it again." His voice was stern making it sound like he was genuine. "I can wait for you." I suggested quickly my voice warm as if this wasn't scripted. "Go home Ava." His mask was starting to crack, lately his patience for me had been wayyy too thin. I went home, cooked and waited for Eric but he never came. He stumbles in by 11 pm, that's the earliest he has ever made it home. He trips over himself after taking three steps towards the couch. He doesn't see me, or he does but he just ignores me. He throws himself on the couch, misses by a quater and falls to the ground. He groans for some time but finally passes out. I turn off all the lights and go to sleep. Tuesday- Today I woke up to grunts and moans around the bedroom. Eric was walking up and down our bedroom cursing under his breath. I turned to the other side and that's when he made eye contact with me. "You're awake!" He sounded surprised like he wasn't the cause. "Can you make me coffee, I have a mean hangover." He shuts his eyes and rubs his temple to put on a show for me. "I guess I really should never try drinking, I'm definitely a lightweight. It's good that I know that about myself now." I sit on my butt. What the hell does he mean 'now?' Everyone including himself knows that it's not that he's a lightweight but rather that he abuses alcohol everytime he drinks. I make the coffee but I make him decaf. I feel like I need to do something to feel like I'm getting even with him. He loves it, even kisses me on the cheek. Today we leave the house together with me locked in a back hug while he kisses me on the cheeks, the neck, the back of my neck, the ears, literally anywhere he can find space. He opens the driver's seat, gives me a deep kiss and ushers me in. He gets into the passenger seat and sticks his hand under my dress, which he picked for me to wear. "I'm really not feeling well today and I don't want to endanger your life driving when I'm like this." He dresses complaints as a favor for me while brushing my thigh. "If I was the only one attending classes today, then I would have just driven myself." He squeezes my thigh. The car suddenly breaks causing him to hit the dashboard which serves him right. "I HAD TWO CLASSES TODAY AND THEY WERE BOTH CANCELLED!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs unleashing all my frustration before I smack him hard on the face and proceed to bang his head twice on the dashboard. But that didn't happen, instead I smile at him as to silently say 'it's okay.' And continue driving. "The lot is empty." He gave me a sly smile. I didn't make a sudden move because I might set him off, I waited for him. He pulled his hand away and immediately pulled my dress up higher my thighs. With one hand he carrased my thigh and with the other he pulled me in for a kiss. It was slow and on the surface, the hand on the thigh reaching higher as if aiming for my p***y only for him to pull away and carress towards the knee. I tried to tightly press my face towards his so that we can fully eat each others lips but he pulled away. He parted my thighs slowly and lightly brushing in between them. He got to my p***y and lightly brushed on top of my panties. I sucked in a deep breath, I was starving so any contact made me easy. I was waiting for him to push my panties to the side and make contact but his boys knocked on our windows. He hurriedly withdrew all of himself from me, leaving me just like that as he fumbled to the glove box. He took out wet wipes, scrubbed his hand and mouth with them. "I don't want them seeing the lipstick or smelling you on me." I widened my eyes at his insulting explanation. SMACK!!! "Are you f*****g out of your mind!!?" I ask as he collides with the same window his friends knocked on. I blink rapidly pulling myself to reality and Eric was already out of the car. I waited the entire day on that parking lot, only leaving to get food and come back to wait for Eric. We went to our apartment late, he expected me to cook and I did. Then we went to bed. "How about continuing what we started at the parking lot?" Voice low, hitting his ear with my hot breath as I straddle him with one leg. He pushes my leg away, "not tonight." I don't give up, I put my hand in his underwear and stroke his c**k, "I can make you feel good." My voice is sultry and my breathing has already changed. I kiss the back of his neck going down a little, almost to the spine. Then I plant kisses along the sides of his neck, not forgetting to keep stroking his d**k. I instinctively grind on his back as my need to be touched and close to him increases. "Eric...." I breathe out his name near his ear then nibble the lobe, "don't you want me?" I whimper asking. He lays on his back and I grab that chance to make him face me and deeply kiss him. He doesn't immense himself into kissing me but I'm taking what I can get. He pushes me away, "I'm tired." No emotion whatsoever, just a shut down. I also realize that my hand has been in his pants all this time but he never got hard, not even semi-hard. I couldn't sleep that night. I was sexually frustrated. Eric hasn't touched me since March this year, and we're now in September. I can't even talk to him about it because he makes me feel crazy. The tears fall silently to the sides of my face and stain my pillowcase. I turn towards him and he is sound asleep. Wednesday- I finally managed to sleep when dawn was approaching. I woke up and looked at my clock and it was mid-day. "Coffee?" I froze, this isn't usually how Wednesday's go, did I finally wake up to reality? Had the whole thing been just a nightmare. "What day is it?" I ask him with genuine confusion. "You were really sick yesterday huh?" So it really was a nightmare? My shoulders dropped in exhaustion but my heart sang in joy. "I shouldn't have made you drive yesterday." I stopped my cup of coffee midway to my lips. "That was really dumb of me.." My illusion is shattered. "What is going on?" I ask nevoursly because this is a change in the scripts and I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING!! ".....which is really my fault." He looks at me full of hope and there's a shine behind his head that's waiting for my approval to make his day sunny. It suddenly hits me, when he was explaining I was busy screaming in my mind. "So.... what...?" I take a deep breath, "so what do you want?" I decide to rest the whole thing on his shoulders. "I realized I have been a d**k for the past few weeks." I raised my eyebrows because it has been months but I don't push. He puts his mug down and his knees hit the floor so fast I almost missed it. He crawls all the way to my side of the bed, puts his hands in a prayer like position with his head hung low and whispers so softly and so broken, "...I'm so so sorry love." 'Love' that's what he calls me or used to call me when I was so sure with us. It's back and I don't– I stop my mind rambling when I see his shoulders shaking and he's silently sobbing. What the actual f**k!? I put my mug down and raise his head, "what's wrong Eric?" I ask my eyes soft and my voice comforting and inviting. Instead of an answer he hugs my waist so tightly I suspect he's trying to break it while he buries his face straight into my crotch and continues sobbing. I brush my fingers through his hair, softly caressing his sculp on my way while running my other hand up and down his spine. After a few minutes he raises his head, eyes red and glistening with tears that continue to fall. "It's– it's that time...." his voice hitches and breaks at the end. FUCK!!!