Page 37 of XOXO, Daddy
That ride home had been terrible. Adam had insisted on driving me, instead of letting me take an Uber like I intended. Throughout the drive, he had tried to talk to me, to reassure me that things would be okay, but I didn’t have words. I couldn’t speak at all. I had exited his car in silence, leaving him sitting there. Hearing him call out to me, begging me to talk to him, cut like a knife. But what could I even say?.
The last several days had been utter hell. I had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. While there was a part of me that wanted to cling to my mother’s sage wisdom, to just turn to Adam and talk things out, I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready to face him again. Not after what had happened.
Instead, I had stayed at home, wallowing in my misery.
I had nowhere to go. I lied at work for the first time in my entire life, telling them I was sick and would be working from home so as not to infect anyone at work. Luckily, it was a company that believed the health and wellbeing of its employees was the top priority..
Sequestering myself away from work — and more importantly, from Alyssa — was only half the battle. Bombarded by emotions nearly every minute of every day, all I wanted was to let it all go and be little. But I couldn’t do that now. At least, not with Adam. Anything less felt wrong.
I realized, in my wallowing, that the best course of action was to focus on myself. My mother had given me that advice some time ago, when I had broken things off with Greg before moving back home. It had worked for me then. Perhaps it would work for me now.
It was with that attitude that I had showered and done my hair and makeup, readying myself for a night at the club. NotClub Obsidian. No. I didnotwant to run into Adam. Instead, I had researched and found another BDSM club in Providence. I only hoped that this one would have a good scene for littles, and perhaps, would be a place I could call home.
Club Aurora was nothing like Obsidian. It was a little more casual, and with far less equipment. I made myself comfortable with the lay of the land as soon as my tour was complete. While they had a littles room, there was no one in it this evening, leaving me to wander about the rest of the facility on my own.
Luckily, I saw a familiar face in the crowd. It was Nathan. I remembered meeting him a few weeks ago at Obsidian. Daddy — err, Adam — hadn’t been pleased that he was talking to me in the littles room, but Adam wasn’t here now. I didn’t have a Daddy, not that I was looking for one. Especially not tonight. Still, a familiar face was a familiar face.
“Hi! It’s Nathan, right?” I asked him, nearly yelling to be heard over the blaring music.
“Yeah! Bunny, right?” I nodded as he smiled widely. “What brings you to Aurora? I haven’t seen you out here before. Just at Obsidian with your Daddy.”
“What?” I yelled over the music, his words sounding garbled to my ears.
“What brings you… You know what? Follow me.” He took my elbow gently and guided me away from the main playing area and to a more quiet corner where a sofa sat unattended. “There, that’s better, I think,” he said at a much more reasonable volume — and one I could actually hear.
“Hi there,” I giggled. “So, what did you say over there? I missed it entirely.”
“I was asking what brings you to Aurora. I’ve only seen you and your Daddy at Obsidian. Is he going to join us?” he asked, looking around the crowded space.
“Uh, no. He’s not my Daddy anymore, actually.” Looking down at my hands, I tried to push away the sadness that gripped my chest.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Would you like to go into the little room? We could hang out in there, if you’d rather,” he offered kindly.
“It looked like that room was pretty bare when I looked earlier,” I shrugged.
“Well, we could sit out here and talk, or find a quieter place, if you’d like. Whatever makes you comfortable.” I smiled at his easy charm and kindness.
“Somewhere a little quieter would be nice, actually,” I admitted with a blush.
“I know just the place.” He stood from the sofa, holding a hand out to me. We walked out of the main room, following a hallway line with doors. Towards the back of the hallway, he led me into an open door. It was a private room. An aftercare room, if I remembered correctly from my tour earlier that evening.
“Oh, I totally forgot. I brought some things with me!” Excitedly, he closed the door behind us, reaching for the backpack he had sat down on the floor. From it, he pulled out a coloring book and a simple pack of crayons. My eyes went wide with a smile at the thought of being able to relax and color. “Would you like to color a picture?”
Before I could think twice, I was nodding, excitedly grabbing for the coloring book and crayons and making myself comfortable on the floor of the small room.
“Make sure you stay in the lines,” he teased playfully, pointing to where I had colored outside of the lines on the pretty rainbow. I shrugged him off, going back to my coloring without much thought other than happiness.
“Bunny, I said to stay in the lines.” His voice held a little more firmness this time.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, my lower lip sticking out a bit.
“It’s okay,” he said with a pat to the top of my head. “Just make sure you take your time. Make it pretty, okay? We don’t want to waste the pages now, do we?”
I didn’t know what to say. How was coloring outside of the lines wasting the pages? It was still pretty and art, wasn’t it?
Coloring away, I lost track of time. Colors flowed from one to the other, and soon the picture was nearly complete. Just one last part to fill out. Gleefully, I picked out the perfect golden yellow color to use on the sun in the corner of the photo. As soon as the crayon hit the paper, my hand slid, drawing a thick, yellow line across part of the page — and definitely outside of the lines.
Looking up, full of worry, I was met with Nathan’s frustrated scowl.
