Daddys Home

Brand New Beginnings

Another morning waking up with worry. My anxiety immediately attacked me. Not only was I already anxious but I had barely gotten any sleep, tossing and turning all night long.

I probably got 3 at most.

Going outside of my room today was just not an option. I was NOT ready to face Noah. Actually, I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to face him again.

Living inside of my room was not an option either unfortunately... bummer. I'd starve to death.

Like usual, I checked the time on my phone. 9:54am. I didn't dare even open the door to listen for noise. It was pointless. Even if I didn't hear anything, it didn't mean he wasn't here.

He must have been good at being quiet and that was disturbing. I sighed, rolling onto my side to look out of my window at the daisies. In that moment my phone vibrated.

Noah: We need to talk sweetheart. Please let me know when you're awake.

HAH! Yeah right! And saying 'we need to talk' was a terrible way to start his text message. The dreaded four words that freaked almost everyone alive out. Adding 'sweetheart' on the end did nothing to make them less frightening.

I flipped the screen down onto my bed and took in a deep breath. Shït I was starving. I was always starving in the morning, I never understood how people didn't have an appetite when they woke up.

This was going to be torturous. Noah stayed home again.

As I continued staring out the window I thought about the bank card that he had given me to use whenever I needed to...

How far was the ground from me, outside of the window? The grow box would be an issue but I could get around it if I tried hard enough.

When I was living with my mom I had snuck out plenty of times to hang with my friends and go to parties late at night. She was a deep sleeper and I had never gotten caught.

Fück, I was seriously contemplating this. I just couldn't face Noah! Not yet if ever anyway. Even though deep down I knew that there was no way of avoiding him forever. I was now living with him and my mother had made it clear that she 'needed a break' from me.

Stupid mom. What have you gotten me into!?

My stomach grumbled loudly and I groaned.

Fück my life.

I jumped out of bed and immediately started to rummage through my drawers. I was actually going to do this. I was going to sneak out through the damn window.

Once I was done, picking out some black skinny jeans, a baby pink knitted sweater and my usual black converse, I grabbed my jacket out of the closet.

I opened the window, examining the screen. It popped out easily and I stuck my head out, checking the distance to the ground. Welp, if I died at least I would never have to face Noah again.

I really was a dumb äss sometimes.

The worst that could happen was, Id slip and break my neck. Lying, I would probably break some bones, maybe just twist my ankle...

OK. I could do this.

There was a tiny little ledge I could step out onto. Placing one foot over the side of the grow box I secured it, turning it sideways. After I stuck my other leg out of the window I moved it over to give room for my other foot doing the same.

Twisting my body, I pushed my äss out of the window and kept my hands tightly secured on the panel. This was going to hurt a little...

Keeping a tight grip on the side of the window I let my legs go slack, slipping off of the ledge. Letting out a little cry it hit me that I was now dangling sideways along side of the house, against the daisies.

I must have looked like a complete i***t.

Looking over my shoulder I assessed the ground below closer. Flat, grass. It didn't matter if it was pavement or not, it would hurt just the same. If I had to fall any further down I wouldn't have even tried this.

Slowly I moved one hand and then the other until I was hanging onto the ledge of the building. Closer, not as close as I would have liked but it would have to do. This was definitely something I couldn't be doing all the time here.

With a little yelp I let go, flying down. Unfortunately for me, I landed on my leg, bending it completely before I fell down on my backside.

"Fück me!" I whisper yelled. That was my damn ankle that popped. Yes, it made a freaking popping noise! UGH. The same ankle I had broken when I was 14.

The only good part about all of it though was, I knew I hadn't broken it. I knew what it felt like and this didn't feel like that. At most, maybe a sprain. Now I'd have another fun thing to talk to Noah about.

Would he be furious with me? For sneaking out, of the window no less and hurting myself.... probably. But a little pain was not going to stop me from completing my mission to get food while avoiding him all together.

I stood up limping a little bit and checked out my surroundings. Rows of houses. Some backyards were fenced in. I'd just make my way behind those and head to the end of the street.

It took longer than I would have liked to make it there with the pain radiating up into my leg but I made it.

I took my phone out of my pocket and opened the maps application. I wasn't familiar with this neighborhood obviously so I needed to locate the closest food, hopefully that also served coffee place.

Luckily for me, there was a Starbucks about ten miles from here. Ten miles would be a long distance to walk considering my current situation but I'd get there. Pain didn't stop me, slow me down yes but never stop me.

About an hour and a half passed and I finally made it. There were a couple other cute little stores around and I made note that I needed to check them out. Anything to pass the time. Anything to prolong having to face Noah.

I ordered my coffee and breakfast sandwich. When it was done I sat down at one of their tables and dug in while checking up on my social media accounts.

When I was completely done, I continued to sit there relaxing my ankle. It had taken one HELL of a beating...

My phone started to vibrate again. I instantly broke out into a cold sweat.

Of course it was HIM.

Who else would it be after I snuck out of his house.

Quickly pressing ignore I started to bite my finger nails. I only did it when the anxiety started to become way too much to handle.

Noah: Harper, if you're not home within the hour, I'll come and get you myself. Sneaking out of your window is a definite no, no baby girl. You are driving me mad with worry. Answer me, NOW.

OH HELL. Oh FÜCK. I was so screwed!

He was so pissed.

Me: I'm sorry, I just needed air. I'm fine. Can I please have some more time to myself?

His response was immediate and I groaned.

Noah: I'm glad to hear that you're alright but no, you cannot have more time. Running from your problems will not make them go away princess. You should have asked me and I would have let you go wherever you wanted. Now your time is up.

I laid my head on the table breathing hard. He knew I was running. He knew why I had snuck out. I was going to have to face him dead on when I was back home. And I was not fine or alright by any means but I wasn't going to tell him that.

He most likely already knew.

When he found out about my ankle...

Noah: Harper, don't play games with me little girl. Trust me when I say, that's the last thing you want to do.

I felt my stomach twist into knots and I clenched my legs. He so wanted to punish me and just the thought of it was turning me on.

But it wouldn't be like that. It would never be like that.

Me: I'm coming.

Noah: Oh you will be.

WHAT!? Christ did he ever stop!? It was only just in my head, my mind was twisting his words. I needed it to stop.

I stood from my seat and stumbled a bit. I lifted my pant leg to check out my injured ankle. It was starting to swell and bruise. Shït. Maybe it was worse than I had originally thought. It was starting to become more painful. I was the i***t who had limped ten miles after falling out of my bedroom window.

As the bells jingled over head when I left I looked around frantically, expecting Noah to pop out of nowhere but he didn't.

Walking home was going to be excruciatingly terrible. I hated the cold and it seemed to make my ankle ache even more.

Dumb, dumb, DUMB!

And he was right. I couldn't run from my problems. They would still be there when I got back. I had to make up some kind of lie as to why I 'accidentally' kissed him. My nerves were frazzled and I had no idea what to say.

About ten minutes into my walk a sleek, black Mercedes pulled up to the sidewalk. Noah. Of course he would find me. I was just waiting for it.

He quickly got out and walked up to me, pulling me into his arms. "Thank God." Warmth immediately engulfed me and I buried my face in his chest, not wanting to make eye contact.

But he quickly pulled back and stared down at me. "Harper... why are you limping?"

Here we go.

"I-I.. fell..."

He sighed heavily and then shook his head. "Of course. How else would you reach the ground from your window. Oh baby... talking will have to wait. I'm taking you to the hospital."

Before I could get in another word, he helped me over to the car and opened the passenger door for me. He then lifted me inside and even put my seatbelt on for me.

I kept my focus outside of the front window. When he got in the car, started it and pulled back onto the road I couldn't look at him.

"You could have seriously injured yourself. You know that right?"

I nodded.

"I can't hear you Harper."

"Y-yes."

He let out another loud sigh and then was quiet before he spoke again. "I'm just relieved that you're here with me now. Please don't EVER do that again."

"I-I won't..."

"Promise me right now sweetheart."

"I promise."

"You're going to be a handful but it's so worth it. I love you so much already, you have no idea. And I knew where you were because this little shopping area is the closest to the house. I was already leaving when I was texting you."

Again he grew quiet for a few moments before speaking again.

"Sweetheart, look at me."

When I didn't I felt his hand on my thigh and I shuddered hard.

"Please." He squeezed it and I accidentally let out a quiet whimper.

We had stopped at a red light.

I slowly turned my head to look at him but only slightly.

"Don't ever run away from me again period. We need to always be able to be open and honest with each other, talk everything out. You can always feel comfortable and safe with me. And although this conversation is for home I want you to know you did nothing wrong last night."

He looked away to drive again. Luckily he didn't catch my mouth falling wide open. I shut it quickly and bit my lip.

What in the hell did he mean I did nothing wrong last night. I had kissed him for God's sake!

"W-what? I don't... I don't understand..."

"Let's just say, you kissed me before I got the chance to kiss you first. It was going to happen sooner or later."

He squeezed my thigh again before he began to rub his thumb against my pants. I felt my panties dampen once again. His words made my core ache with need.

"Y-you..."

"Yes baby girl, I want you like that. I want every single part of you ALL to myself."