CHAPTER VI
Kristen smiled in the dark having recollected that moment, figuring all this time he thought she was very drunk, but it was mostly the effect of his kisses on her. Still, given the way things happened, she couldn't blame her mind for blocking out some memories.
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They parked outside her house and she felt relieved to see everything seem quiet in her home, no lights on.
"Yeah! I think no one will notice!" She exclaimed and turned to thank James and say goodbye.
He just took her chin to give her a slow and intense goodnight kiss. She was losing her conscience in this kiss when a a couple of knocks on her window made them jump.
"Dad!" Kristen cried as she saw the man standing with arms crossed, outside. She turned with an apologetic look to James, and jumped out of the truck.
"Why do you come home this late?" Her dad began to scold her. "You told me that boy wasn't your boyfriend! Where's your car? What have you been doing?"
"I'm sorry, Dad! I was coming inside... please!" She tried to make him walk with her, but he wouldn't move, he just stood there shooting a murderous stare at James. The man seemed quite more menacing this time, as James got a better view of him, he was almost as tall as him, with much more muscles in his arms than him, and a very badass biker beard.
Kristen just hoped James would start his engine and leave soon, but instead the sound of his door getting closed behind her made her turn in fear.
God... would this embarrassing moments ever come to an end?
James walked straight to them. "I'm sorry, Sr., it's all my fault we came this late, I didn't want her to come back alone".
"And you are her
what
?" The man replied in anger.
"Daaaad!" She pleaded to him. "Please, let's go home, it's not James fault..."
"No, I want him to answer."
"Dad! I know what I'm doing, please...
this is so humiliating...
" Saying the last part in a low impatient voice.
"I'm not yet her boyfriend, Sr."
"You won't be playing with my girl! You hear me?" The man pointed a menacing finger at James, Looking at him defiantly.
Kristen just took her hand to her face in desperation.
"Yes, Sr." He replied lowering his gaze.
"Dad, leave him alone..." She was finally able to make her father walk with her in to the house, as she kept looking back at James totally ashamed.
But he just stood there, and told her: "I'll pick you up tomorrow at four to get your car back, ok?"
She just nodded, and gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Good night, boy." Her dad gave him a side glance and took her from the arm to get her home.
Inside she just had to hear, once again, the lecture about how this type of guys just used young girls like her to have their fun and break their hearts, and how she should be careful, blah, blah blah. All she could think was that she hoped her dad didn't scared James forever from her side.
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The next day she just waited with butterflies in her stomach, trying to look pretty, but trying not to look as if she put much effort on it. She chose a short cotton dress, and some ballerina flats, combed her hair in a side pony tail, which she wrapped around with a band, leaving just the ends free, then applied some mascara and a bit of gloss in her lips.
Her father just looked at her suspiciously as she wandered nervously around the house.
Oh, this girl is running in to trouble.
At 3:55 she heard this horn from the street, rushed to the window and there was his truck parked outside. She run down the stairs to leave, but her father stopped her. "You're not going anywhere if that kid doesn't come and ring the bell as a proper gentleman, you hear me?"
Kristen rolled her eyes to him and gave him this bored look as she sat in the last steps.
James waited a little bit, was about to sound the horn again, but hesitated, maybe he should just go and ask for her.
She jumped to her feet when the bell rang. He father told her to stay where she was, and walked slowly to the door.
He opened to find this hairy monkey all dressed in black, with tons of earrings in his ear.
"Good evening, Sr. I've come to pick Kristen to get her car back."
"Good evening. I want her back in an hour, ok?" He said flatly, behind him Kristen growled in disagreement.
"Yes, Sr." James replied, trying to look serious.
Kristen walked outside with him, giving her dad an angry look.
Whatever this stupid girl is seeing in this creature.
He thought.
She felt all blushed and uneasy. "I'm sorry! I gotta get off this fucking place soon." Kristen said as they reached the truck, he opened the door for her, surprising her. Actually James could still feel her dad's eyes still piercing his flesh hidden somewhere.
"It's okay, don't worry." He wanted to think of better things like how prettier she looked at daylight, how the sun made her hair shine with copper glints, or how he hadn't noticed that her cheeks were so rosy, or the bright and pretty her brown eyes were, framed by her frowned dark brows.
"I just hate him messing with my life, I'm not a child anymore, I can take care of myself."
He laughed. "Can you?"
She opened her mouth insulted. He felt a bit week just by the sight of her parted lips.
But she closed her mouth instead, as she seemed to change her mind, for she remembered how beaten and in debt she came back home. "Mhm... I gotta get a better job." She began to plan in her head.
"I hope last night wasn't all that awful, I left feeling worried for you."
"Just had to listen to the same old speech, y'know? I was so embarrassed with you, please don't take my dad seriously, ok?" She told him biting her lip with imploring eyes. He was more occupied by the sight of her neck.
Suddenly he just laughed. "I was gonna tell your pops... no sir, I'm not her boyfriend, just her
sex toy
