Just as our luck would have it, while I was waiting on the end of my seat for her to drink down all the remaining cum that was covering her face I heard footsteps quickly approaching the door.
"Shit!" I said under my breath, throwing her an old T-shirt to wipe her face with and quickly putting on my trousers. I pushed her down on the bed, stepping her into her panties, pulling them up her legs and then pulling down her dress. The door was locked but if the door was locked and we were both found to be in here, there would be a lot of questions that I wasn't willing to answer. I knew for certain that Joshua would try and fight me, although he was smaller and less muscular when compared to me, so I wasn't worried about him on his own but if Mark wanted to get his dad's approval, and considering he didn't like me all too much already, I wouldn't be surprised if he joined in as well. As much as I knew I was a good fighter and could hold my own, I didn't think I'd be able to go against two people.
I knock came from the door and I quietly unlocked it, checking behind me and seeing that Penelope was just fixing her hair and I opened the door just a smidge.
"Can I help you?" I asked, seeing Joshua standing before me.
"Where Penelope- ah she is there," he said, pushing me out of the way and going over to her carrying a familiar box in his hand. "I could have bought them you know, especially since they are a bit big for me."
I sighed with relief, knowing that we had got away with it this time, but as I took a look into the hallway I noticed Mark standing there, looking at me with a blank face before turning on his heels and walking away. I couldn't pay too much attention to him because I wanted to see how delusional Joshua was and I also didn't want to leave Penelope alone with him. The box he had just come in with was the box of condoms that we used and his admission that I was bigger than him, without him knowing, made me smirk behind him. I caught Penelple's eye, and she stifled a giggle while he was looking down at the box.
"When did I ever say that those were for you?" she said, raising her eyebrow. "Those are for my lover who, I can tell you with certainty, is without a doubt bigger down there than you. He is also a lot more skilled too."
"Stop joking," he said, laughing at her little tirade as if she was a kid telling her parent a fictional story. "Now come back to bed!" his laughter instantly changed to a face of rage and anger as spittle flew from his mouth.
"No," she said, but I could see her starting to crack under the pressure and then she gave him a lifeline. "We can talk about this in the morning."
"After you make me breakfast," he said. "Because if not then I am making you come with me right now."
I wanted so badly to hit him but I knew if I did he would just kick me out and while Penelope would follow we wouldn't have anywhere to actually stay. If things got really bad we could stay in my car, but it was a massive shitbox and could barely fit one person, let alone two. It was the last resort for a reason, and I wasn't going to give him a reason to make us take it right now.
"Okay," she said, and he grinned, the sickening grin that someone pulls of when they know that are starting to regain control of the situation. Only this time it wasn't a situation but a person that he was happily starting to control again. He walked out of the room, giving me one last look before dismissing me as any threat to the happiness he had created in his own head.
I shut and locked the door once more, going over to Penelope and wrapping my arm around her shoulder. I hadn't been prepared to do anything about Joshua being here, especially when Penelope looked like she was a different person while going against him, but now that I was seeing how much of a wreck she was, and it was only the first day I was going to make sure that he was never able to look at her with any nefarious intentions ever again.
"You do know that he is being horrible to you on purpose, right?"
"I know," she said, answering in a small voice.
"And that he is only doing it to control you again?"
"Yes," she replied.
"And that you're starting to fall into his traps again?"
"I know, Dylan," she said, resigned.
"And that you're not asking me for help like you should be," I said, and she raised her head to look at me, scrunching her eyebrows in confusion.
"And how are you supposed to help?"
"By making it so that you can stand up for yourself and don't ever become a pushover again," I said, drawing her in. "Except for me."
"There isn't anything I can do," she said, sounding like she was already on the verge of giving up. "Have you found any hotels yet?"
"There aren't any available in the city at the moment," I replied and she signed dramatically. "But don't worry we only have to stay here for a few more weeks before we can buy a new house. Here, let me show you the pictures."
I walked over to my computer, booted it back up and scrolled to the listing I had seen before. I started talking about everything I knew about it, the area, showing her the pictures and answering all the questions she had. Slowly, it started taking her mind off everything else that we had been dealing with and I could see that she was starting to enjoy it and regain some of the confidence she had lost. She sat in my lap so that she could properly see all the images, and I had my head on her shoulder as I let her scroll.
