“Detective Black, can you just say what you have on your mind? I really don’t have time to waste. I need to get back to studying,” I say referring to my bag on my lap which is full of books. He looks down at it and then his gaze comes back up to me.
“I’m sure taking a few hours out of your day won’t affect you, Miss Wilde. You’re an excellent student, the teachers know that. So, after we have lunch I’d like to take you somewhere.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you. I know I’m a good student. That’s what I aim to be.” I finish my outburst and start to rise, and that’s when the waitress brings over a hamburger with fries that has my mouth watering. My tummy starts to churn as I realize I haven’t eaten a proper meal in days.
I reluctantly sit back down in the chair and I know he’s staring at me. I can feel his gaze penetrating me. Just when I look up, he looks down at his meal, picks up his burger and starts eating it. I watch as he chews then licks his lips then he goes in for a second bite. I decide to do the same because my stomach is screaming at me for nourishment.
The first bite is heaven, like I haven’t had a meal in days. I guess if you count noodles once a day you could say I haven’t. I finish the burger faster than I’d normally eat and start on the fries. When I take a bite, I finally look up and see he’s also finished.
“You need to start eating better.” It wasn’t meant to sound rude. A part of me knows that. I try to eat well, I just can’t afford it.
“I eat fine, thank you.” He raises an eyebrow at me and I feel like I have to justify myself.
“I do. I might not have the money you have, but I eat just fine thank you very much.”
“If you call living off noodles fine then I guess you aren’t as smart as I thought you were. Your body needs sustenance, which you aren’t giving it.”
He’s such an arrogant ass.
“How the hell would you know what I eat? Do you spy on me? Is that a part of your work, to spy on an innocent woman?” He shrugs his shoulders like what I’m suggesting isn’t wrong at all. I’ve had enough of him. He might be gorgeous, but there’s a fine line between stupid and smart.
“Thank you for lunch. I hope to never see you again.” I throw the last ten dollars I have on the table and make my way out the door. I can hear him coming closer, so when the café door swings shut, I run like my life depends on it. Hell, my life probably does.
“Stay away from boys, Kristy. You don’t need any man in your life apart from me.” My father reaches down and pulls my from my face and neatly tucks it behind my ears.
“But I want to get married one day, Daddy, and have kids, just like you and Momma.”
My father shakes his head at me. His hair is very much like mine, thick and dark, but cut shorter, though I get most of my looks from my mother. He’s a big man, bigger than most fathers.
“All you need is me. You don’t need anyone else sweetheart. I will look after you. Boys will just want to use you and you know I’d never do that because I love you.”
His big green eyes plead with mine and I nod my head in agreement. My father will always love me.
“Don’t you feed her that bullshit, Grant. You are not all she will need in life.”
My father whips around so fast that I almost get knocked back. He starts toward Momma and slaps her across the face.
“I am and you better realize that because when I leave I’m taking her with me.” My father walks off without even a backward glance to my now crying momma. I wonder why Father doesn’t love Momma the way he loves me.
“Sweetie, don’t believe him, you can have anything in this life you want. You are a fighter, remember that.” She walks away with her tear covered face and I’m left standing there wondering about love.
The medial prefrontal cortex is an area associated with empathy and guilt.
As I walk into where Tyke is sharpening his weapons, my mind drifts back to dark eyes and how his hands were all over my body before he abruptly left. Most girls might be offended by that. I can’t say I wasn’t offended, more like left high and fucking dry without the release I desperately needed. Bartender boy had no shot with his inadequately small penis. Well, I guess I can say I didn’t leave anyone unsatisfied. Fucking bastard, I’m going to throw my star straight into that prick’s cock next time I see him.
“Your game is on in one hour. Stop day dreaming and get prepared.”
Now I want to daydream about fucking him. His voice is rough, and I want him to fuck me into the land of the dead.
Fuck! What has this prick done to me? Now I’m going to want to fuck everything that walks till I get off.