Daddy Next Door

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Little Space

SERENITY

I try to cover up the bruise on my cheek. I didn't realize how hard my father hit me but it turns out it was was strong enough to leave a red mark. I don't want anyone seeing it, especially Tyson. It would worry him and he'd probably get mad at me.

I look in the mirror and look at the foundation on my cheek, hiding the bruise, but it stuck out like a sore thumb.

This situation makes me want to curl myself into a ball and cry. I crave Tyson's touch. He would never ever do this to me. I didn't know my dad had such anger. I stomp to my bedroom, grab a bag and put stuff in it to go next door. I ignore my father as I leave. I don't know if Tyson will be home, usually I text him, but I need him now.

When I knock on the door, Tyson is standing in the doorway looking at me. I can't help but wrap my arms around him, feeling his warm touch.

"Hey," he said tightening his grip on my waist as he closes the door with his foot. "I wasn't expecting you."

"I... I've missed you."

"I've missed my baby, too."

I pulled away and look down at the floor.

"Serenity, why is your cheek red?"

Shit, I thought the makeup would cover it up. "I..."

"Serenity..."

"I... I don't want to talk about it." Hot tears slide down my cheeks. I couldn't make eye contact with him. I was too embarrassed.

I feel him still looking down at me, waiting for an answer. He sure doesn't back down. I don't even know how to answer it without balling my eyes out.

"Come here."

I sank into him and I knew my tears were sliding down his shirt. "If someone has hit you, I want to know who. Now," he says harshly.

I don't know if he's angry at me but I can't stop myself from quietly starting to cry. I have no idea what's wrong with me right now. I've never cried in front of anyone in a long time. Maybe it's because I feel good in his presence.

He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist and cry into his shoulder while his hands softly brush my back to calm me down.

It feels like a dam inside me has burst and the pressure that has built up for years have been released.

"Serenity, look at me."

I knew my mascara was ruined and the foundation faded away from the tears. "Hey."

He took one of his hands and lightly tilted my chin up to look at him. "Do you feel better now?"

I shrug. No.

"Do you want to talk about it? You'll feel better. Especially since I'm here for you."

I start from the beginning, sharing all of the secrets I had to keep for so long, the drug and alcohol problems my mother had (who the hell knows if she has them or not anymore), how harsh my father was tonight which increased the depression I fought for years after my mom left and how hard he hit me because I argued about the date.

"Are you okay, Tyson?" I ask, concerned about what's going through his head right now after everything I just told him.

His eyes widen and he looks down at me. "Your father hurt you and you're asking if I'm okay?"

"I don't like when you look angry. And you were just scowling which made me feel sad."

"I'm sorry," he apologizes then plants a soft kiss on my forehead.

"It's okay. I don't know why, but ever since I've arrived, I feel kind of sensitive."

"What do you mean?"

"The crying and my desire to be held. I'm never needy, but lately, the only thing I want is your comfort."

"I can see your hurting, and all of these things crowding tightly in your head. You seem like a tight space because there's so many things going on."

"Really?"

"I think so. It's completely normal to have this happen. Something just happened to you that made you want to lose control. It's a natural response to abuse from some people."

Before I can say anything, he smiles. "You're super cute. You know that?"

"Thank you."

"Want to watch a movie?"

"Sure."

"What do you want to watch? You can choose anything."

"Something funny to get my mind off of things. Grown Ups maybe?"

"Anything you want." He grabs the TV remote and scans through the On Demand list until he finds the movie. We watch it together, comfortable in each other's arms. As he brushes my arm lightly with his hand, it feels so relaxing. It's just Tyson and I. No one else to bother us.

*The next morning: when I wake up, I'm in a familiar bed. The arms wrapped around me makes me feel secure. I don't even remember falling asleep last night. He must have carried me to bed when I fell asleep without waking me.

I look at the clock and realize I have to be at class in an hour.

"Tyson," I whispered in his ear.

"Good morning."

"I need to get to college."

"Want me to make you some breakfast first?"

"I don't have time."

He lightly kissed me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "There's plenty of time."

"It takes me fifteen minutes to get there, and I still need to shower. I have a class at 8:45 and it's just after 8 now."

"Go take a shower. I'm dropping you off."

"You are?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I..." I freeze, thinking of a good way to put this. "I just don't know if you wanted people knowing about us."

He scowled. "Don't you want people knowing about us?"

"Yes! No... I don't know. If anyone sees us together, it might get back to my dad and he'll kick me out."

"Do you trust me?"

I nod without even thinking. Of course I trust him.

"Get in the shower and get ready. You only have thirty minutes now. Let me worry about these things."

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For taking care of me. Allowing me to let go of some control. For being with you."

"That's what I'm here for. I always want to make sure you're cared for."

After I was done showering, I smelled food. God, this man was amazing. The food is equally as amazing as him. I get to class on time with a few extra minutes. When he pulls up outside the entrance, I look around nervously.

"Baby, look at me."

"I'm sorry. I'm just nervous."

His eyes narrowed. "You're embarrassed to be seen with me?"

"No! Of course not!"

"Remember this Serenity. Trust."

I bite my bottom lip and nod.

"You still going to that date tomorrow?"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't have a choice."

"I can sort it out so you don't have to."

I shake my head. "If I avoid it, I don't know what he'll do. Hit me harder this time? I don't know ."

We'll figure something out."

"Class starts in a few minutes. I have to go."

"Wait." He said as he grabbed my wrist. "Kiss me before you go."

I smile and lean it, pressing my lips to his, closing my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck. The kiss is amazing. As always.

I end up being late to class.

* I find a spot next to Victoria, trying to be as quiet as possible as the lecture has already started. When I sit down, she gives me a quizzical look. I shake my head knowing the story is far too long for me to explain in class. I hadn't brought Daddy up to her yet, so she would be excited for the gossip.

She was the only person I could talk to about my current relationship. She was non-judgmental of me, no matter what the situation is. Class went by faster than I thought. Our Law professor talked slow, dragging the class out. Plus I have a thing for daydreaming. I can't get Tyson out of my mind. His kiss had me craving for more.

I wanted to sit on his lap, and let him fuck me in the car. Before I know it, I'm packing my bag to leave. As soon as I'm out in the hall, Victoria is next to me. "So... who dropped you off this morning? Apparently Penny saw you get out of a new car with a hottie in the driver seat."

This was bound to happen at some point. I don't even know how to describe him.
"He's my next door neighbor, he offered to give me a ride. He's new to the neighborhood, just moved in a month ago."

"I assume he's older?"

"By twelve years."

She gasps and starts giggling. "Keep it down."

"Sorry," she smirked. "Have you fucked him yet?"

I can't help but blush.

"Oh my god, you little whore, I'm so proud!"

"That's not even half of it."

"I want every dirty detail, babe. Leave nothing out."

I tell her the extent of our relationship. Unloading the details of the kinky shit, surprising Victoria in a good way.

"You win."

"Really? What's the award?"

"My respect. Your kinky as fuck, girl! And here I thought you were my innocent little Serenity."

"I'm honored."

Before we part ways, she asks, "Does he have any friends I could borrow?"

"I'll ask him for ya."

I give her a quick hug and go home.

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