Page 47 of Pretty Little Fears

“Hername wasSera.”Hespeaks andIlift my head, to see his broken expression.

“Shewas introverted and soft spoken.Shenever had as many people over as my father did, that’s for sure.Whilehe was immersed in his money and businesses, she was immersed in me and her art.Paintingwas her favorite way to pass the time.Sheand my father met here atBlackwood, she was studying art at the time and he was studying business.Theygraduated, got married, and shortly after, she got pregnant with me.”Hestops talking, his mind and heart clearly battling with how much he should tell me.Sighing, he continues.

“Idon’t remember much of my time with her, besides always involving ourselves in things that required our creativity.Ido remember that she had a loving and soft voice, and would always encourage me to express myself.Throughwords, through drawings, anything.Itwas the one thing that linked me to her.”Heturns and points to a piece of art displayed above his bed.

Awoman closely resembling his mother, long blonde waves, pale skin, and a petite frame, sits unclothed in the corner of a dark room.Sheholds onto a thin, white sheet, attempting to cover her body but not succeeding.Bruisescover her legs and torso, areas that are typically hidden from others.Emptyeyes stare ahead as tears roll down the hills of her cheeks and puddle on the floor next to her.

“Iwas six whenIfound her.Itwas summertime and we spent the morning at the lake behind our house.That’swhere her art shed was, and where the majority of our time together was spent.Wehad just finished skipping rocks at the lake and she told me to run inside to get cleaned up for dinner.Mostdays, it was the only time we saw my father.Hewas working long hours at the university and always came home agitated.Bythe time he came home, there was no energy left for us.Inever saw them show each other any kind of affection.

Wewere running low on some painting supplies, so she had asked my father to get more.Hewas constantly degrading our hobby, throwing insults at my mother for not properly using her time with me.Tohim,Iwas never his son but a crucial part of his business.Theonly thing that mattered was creating a little prodigy to step into his place when the time came.Thatnight at dinner, there were no insults.Myfather stood and strode over to where my mother was seated.Heraised his hand and brought it down on her.Thesound of the loud smack against her flesh echoed throughout the house.Hestormed out of the room, saying nothing, andIdidn’t see him again until the next morning.

Iwatched my mother’s reactions in horror because shedidn’treact.Shesat there, with the same look displayed in her painting.Oncemy father was out of sight, she got up from her chair and dusted herself off.Sheheld out her hand for me andIran to her side, seeking to comfort her.Wecontinued our nightly routine as usual, she didn’t mention my father or what had happened.Inthe bath,Istared at the red handprint growing into a welt on her face.

Shesmiled softly and reassured me not to worry, promising that she would get better soon.Asshe tucked me in for the night, she whispered that she would always be proud of me and loved me with all that she was.Sheplanted a single kiss on my cheek and told me that art was the window to the world of those who chose to understand us.Itwas ours, and it was special, and there was nothing my father could do to spoil that.Sleepstruggled to come that night.EverytimeIclosed my eyes, the slap at dinner replayed in my head andIfeared what the next day would bring.

I’mnot sure ifIever went to sleep, but onceIsaw the morning sun peek through my curtains,Iwas out of bed.Iran out of my room to go check on my mom, butIcouldn’t find her anywhere.Havingexhausted all of my options,Iran outside to the art shed, but came up empty once again.

Iturned back toward the house and there she was, her lifeless body dangling from the balcony of her bedroom.Hereyes were still open, bloodshot, and staring blankly out at the backyard.Iscreamed for help but there was no one around.Jameshad already gone in to work and there were no groundskeepers around at that hour.Ifell to my knees in front of her hanging body and spent the whole day staring in disbelief at the one person who loved me, forever gone.”

Tearsstream down my face at his confession, and it takes every ounce of my being not to reach out and pull him close to me.Instead,Iinch my hand towards his, until he snatches it, holding on as if it was his lifeline.

“Thatwas the last one she made.Allof the artwork in the house are pieces by my mom.They’reallIhave left of her.”Hechokes out.

“Emmett,I’mso sorry.Shewould’ve been so proud of you.”It’sthe only responseIcan give him.Iknow how hard it is to lose aparent.Hetakes a deep breath asIscoot closer to him on the bed.Restingmy head on his shoulder,Iinterlace our fingers.Histhumb strokes mine andIsqueeze his hand tighter.

Lookingup, replacing my head with my chin,Ipucker my lips, but they don’t reach his face.Oninstinct,Emmettleans downward, closing the distance.Ilet out a soft hum, and he turns his face toward me.

Placinghis hand on the back of my head, he brings me closer, peppering my forehead with kisses.Hemoves his kisses down the bridge of my nose and to my lips.Ipart my lips, welcoming his pillowy kisses.

Histongue finds its way to mine and they dance.Heguides our connected hands to the bulge growing in his pants.Withhis grip on top of mine, he squeezes our hands around his erection.Withshaky fingers,Ilet go of his hands and rub mine up his legs, finding his belt.

Pullingback from our kiss,Islide off the bed and onto my knees, in front of him.Iundo his belt and pull it through the loops, then unzip his pants before pulling down his jeans and boxers.

Hishardening length springs free and bobs in front of my face.Iwatch him as his cock grows hard under my gaze.Theheat between my thighs ignites andIlick my lips, anxious to taste him.

Leaningforward,Istick out my tongue and lick up the bead of precum that’s already formed on the tip.

“Fuck, baby.Don’ttease me.Putit in your mouth, pretty girl.”Hegrowls.

Wantingto release the tension of his demons,Iflatten my tongue and take him into my mouth, closing my lips tightly around his thick length.Hepushes himself a little deeper, andIrun my tongue along the bulging vein on the bottom.

Hishands make their way into my hair, gripping the strands roughly. “Thatfeels so fucking good.ButIknow you can take me deeper.Comeon, little obsession.Openthat throat for me.”Hegrunts.

Usingthe grip he has on my head, he pulls himself out till just the crown of his cock hides behind my lips, then angles me to better take him.Withthe way he’s positioned me, he’s able to smoothly slide himself down my throat.

Tappingmy cheek with his finger to get my attention, he purrs, “Lookup at me, my pretty little slut.WatchasIclaim your throat, making a mess of your drool and tears.”

Andthen he thrusts deep, making my nose hit the bottom of his abdomen.Mygag reflex kicks in and my breathing is cut off as he holds himself inside.Pullingback, he gives me a moment to sputter and suck in air before he does it again.

Andagain.

Hepicks up his pace, claiming my throat just as he said he would.Hiships snap forward, and his balls hit my chin as he brutally pumps into my mouth.Tearsstream down my cheeks from the pressure of him filling my airway, and drool spills out, dripping onto the floor.

“Ilove the sound of you choking on my cock, baby.Thesound of you fighting for air while you greedily suck me.You’reso fucking perfect.”Hegrunts. “I’mgoing to cum down your pretty throat, don’t waste a drop, you filthy girl.”

Hepushes himself deep, pulling me by my hair until my nose is squished against his abdomen once again.Ifeel his cock thickenand pulse inside my mouth until warm, salty liquid runs down my throat.

Hejerks his hips slightly, still pumping himself down my throat until his grip loosens and he begins to pull out.Itry to swallow it all down but a few drops of the salty liquid seep out, dripping from my lips and onto the floor.Ihear a tsking sound as his fingers pinch my chin, tilting my head to look up.

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