Blatant (Book 2 to Shameless)

I keep forgetting to put these disclaimers. This is a sequel to Shameless (18+) and I am assuming everyone that reads this book knows what Shameless is about. Warning: This story will contain Incest, father-daughter incest, A very slutty girl with no morals whatsoever, daddy kink, explicitly detailed s*x and murders, perverted men, and A LOT OF drama. If you think I need prayers, if s*x between relatives disturbs you, if you are disgusted by immoral girls who do and say immoral things - PLEASE SAVE YOURSELF FROM THE NAUSEA AND LEAVE THIS BOOK RIGHT NOW, THANK YOU.  However, if you enjoy the content I offer, happy reading and you can also check out my other books. Ever so subtly, a pinch of light penetrated her eyes, as the lids shifted  the slightest open, welcoming sight. Her senses yet to fully awaken, all she could capture was silence. Dead silence. A white, foggy layer danced before her partly open eyes, slowly dissipating as she harshly drew in some air and tilted her light head to the side. The movement came not out of her own effort, she was nearly limp and unfeeling, only being aided by a gravitational force luring her to the light. Her lips parting, a mild croak sounded from her dry throat, poorly representing the words she wanted to say.  Being dead, was far stranger than she could've ever imagined, she felt battered and tired, almost inadequate of air supply- yet those were traits she thought only ascertainable to the living.   With her vision fully clearing, she was  welcomed by a calming blue- her father's blue eyes, pouring all over her, unblinking. An overwhelming, rapturous elation overcame her- he was here, near her, she'd found him, she was alone no longer, after what could size up to an eternity. After all the emotional torture she was subjected to, she'd found her salvation.   " Hey," the words flowed out gently, her tone low, the coarsely texture faint in her voice, "why didn't you wait for me?" She stared into those gorgeous blue eyes, noticing fret and sadness dampen their usual vigor. Her chapped lips widened to a smile, the feeling so foreign, she didn't remember when she last smiled because she was content. Michael was far more handsome than she remembered, so much so, an illusionary glow dressed his features, and erased every thought that had crossed her mind of him having possibly being marred by the heinous death. He wore a black V-neck, long sleeved vest, clothing which made her wonder if he died in or was buried in.   Even though the realisation had long dawned on her, she still struggled to believe that he was dead, that she was dead -this wasn't how she thought her life would end, never had she thought she'd die young. She had so many plans, so many aspirations, she didn't live enough -yet she didn't regret the decision she made, life without her father would've been pointless, meaningless.   "I'm here now sweetheart and I'm never leaving you again, never," his voice emanated volumes of pain, his eyes softening as he leaned in and pressed his lips on her forehead. "I should've came for you,  I shouldn't have left you with that bastard, I should've at least tried, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you sweetheart."   Still drowsy and disoriented, Bianca offered a weak shake of her head, trying to make him stop from berating himself over lost times that could never be regained. She wasn't angry at him- not even the tiniest bit, she didn't even for once desire for him to have came for her when she was in that hellhole, she could've have never exposed him to such a detrimental environment. There was no point in holding resentment or having regrets when you're dead and there's no means of reconciliation or rectification. She didn't care about the past, past misleads, even time itself was irrelevant and insignificant to her now. It wasn't easy accepting the fate of death, but there was nothing she could do, death is irreversible and very much unfathomable. There were a lot she still couldn't comprehend or attribute to any specimen of nature-a lot of questions paraded her mind - where were they? Why were her limbs rigid? Why did she feel so fleshy and with some aspects of life? Maybe her misconceptions of the afterlife were contributing to her confusion, all the information with little veracity she'd gathered had made her to have unrealistic expectations. Although much wasn't given to her by her eyes, she was certain this wasn't heaven...but it wasn't hell either. There was so much she craved to know, the significant missing details that left her unsettled- how long has she been dead for? Has she been buried yet? Was her funeral the dignified one she'd requested? Who found her? How effecting and affecting was her demise? But most importantly, why wasn't all of this to her knowledge?   "Are you okay? Is something wrong sweetheart?" Her father's soft voice dragged her out of the bottomless pit of thoughts she'd fell in.   "No I'm fine, perfect in fact," she responded with a lazy grin, assuring him, she was fine, better than she'd ever been, a little confusion couldn't compare to the three months that had consumed her spirit, "it's just...the afterlife isn't half what I thought it would be...not terrible, but not appeasing either, I almost feel indifferent."   "The afterlife?" Her father chuckled, the amusement creasing the corner of his eyes, stoking a fire within Bianca- she'd missed his laughter very much, she'd missed everything about him beyond the word, "you're not dead sweetheart."   That was the last thing she wanted to hear.   Her eyes shifted once again, the shock not evident on her features as she extended her arm and lightly caressed his cheek, sadness flooding her eyes. " So...does this mean I'm imagining you?" Her rational mind nearly in kaputt, Bianca didn't know how to interpret the knowledge of her not being dead, how could she not be dead? She felt death right at her finger tips, she must've died, otherwise this could mean a lot of things- it could mean that this had all been a dream, an illusion of escape her mind had conceived  out of the desire to escape Victor's torture  and she was still in that house..or she had indeed lived and had went insane, so much so she began hallucinating and seeing her dead father.   The possibility left her distraught, and Michael could very well see that, could very well relate to the crashing feeling. His heart ached, contracted painfully at the prospect that had been hanging over his head for the past five days, five grueling, daunting days, the worst days of his life. He hadn't slept all those nights, the imagery of her pale, bruised face laying there so still, so dead, countless tubes dressing her petite body, she looked so fragile, so bleak, so dead, the sounds of the machines, the constant beeping -haunted him, he couldn't close his eyes without thinking he'd miss it...he'd miss her taking her last breaths. She'd always been so fortified and strong, he never thought his little warrior would resort to taking her own life...and he never thought he'd be the major factor that prompted her decision. He was a terrible father. His conscious, the guilt ate away at him. He had prayed every passing  second for her to live. He knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if his little girl, his only babygirl died, all because of him. He understood, he also couldn't picture life without her also, he couldn't see himself picking up the pieces and moving on knowing that his only daughter died and he wasn't there for her final send-off, her reasons were very much understandable, yet were on the basis of a lie. Honesty, he didn't know what he was thinking when he agreed to Rick's madness -a single lie, a single, supposedly harmless lie, nearly cost him his only daughter.   Sweeping his fingers over her hooded eyes and kissing the tip of her nose, Michael didn't know what to tell her, he'd lost all words for comfort, all owed to the fear that she might suddenly vanish from his grasp or fall into that dead-like state again. " No sweetheart, you're just a bit disoriented from the medication, I think you should get some rest." Michael suggested, even though the last thing he wanted was for  her eyes to close again - he wanted her awake for longer, that would give him for assurance she was going to live, especially after the doctors had told him that even if she woke up, chances of her fully recovering and living past the next two days , were bleak.   Bianca's brows creased in confusion, her eyes fully opening and her pupils dilating - it was then, she noticed the white walls, the outline of the room resembling that of a hospital room very well.  She had chosen death, but instead lost her mind, how more cruel could life be! "Medication...what medication? Oh god  I'm insane ain't I? Now I'm seeing or think I'm seeing your spirit, you're not even real, you're still gone, I'm still alone and now I'm in a f*****g loonybin." A strange anger overcame her, why did life have to be like this? Why must it punish her so? Sure she had hurt a lot of people, sure she was a sinner, she'd even f****d her own father and was in love with him, she was a murderer - yet she felt she didn't deserve such trashing.   Michael had been so caught up in his fears that he failed to tell her the real truth behind the matter and ease her confusion. "I'm not dead..never been dead. My death was staged. Gurérro, the drug Lord  i once mentioned to you, was threatening my life and those of everyone that mattered me, if i didn't act, he was going to kill me or you, or Chey, or your grandparents, kill my family one by one just to make a statement, he'd already sent his thugs to the house but luckily i was out at a bar across town that night. So Rick came up with a plan for me to fake my death, for everyone to know  me as dead, while i hide out at one of our witness protection centres in Prague, until Gurérro's trail ended and he's convicted..i had explained this to you in the letter i wrote you, but I'm thinking you never received it. I had already began making arrangements for you to come to Prague to live with me, and I was going to send some men to fetch you from that bastard's house, but you surprised me by coming back to Miami, since i thought  Victor was never going to allow you to come back here that spiteful son of a bitch."   Such memory revoking, guilt inducing words. All the details of his staged death that had made her want to commit suicide, devastated and tore every bit of  her to shreds, the fact that she could've died all for nothing- had as well faded into insignificance, when she was reminded of the largest, darkest skeleton in her closet.   Bianca swallowed hard, her heartbeat picking up- what if he judged her? Berated her on her stupidity? He'd never done so, not in any given situation, not even when she lost the watch that had been passed onto him from his great, great grandfather, he had valued and loved it dearly , but melted as soon as she had began sobbing- he just loved her that much, loved her enough to understand, and that's why she took the risk.   "Ehh..huuu...he..he..he didn't allow me to come back..i ki..I killed him," Bianca confessed, her babbling spiraling out of control, "I killed Victor, I didn't mean to, I didn't want to, but he made me do it , i had to defend myself, otherwise he was going to rape me, something in me just snapped and I hit him hard on the side of the head with a metallic bat, and then escaped and came here hoping to find you. I know what I did is wrong according to the law and that I'm going to go to prison and everyone is going to revert me to an opportunistic murder...but If I could get a do-ever, I'd still kill the deranged fucktard, I hate him, I hate him so much and I don't think I did enough, he deserved a slow, painful death for what he put..."   "Calm down sweetheart, breathe, I can't hear everything your'e saying." Michael cooed, trying to soothe her nerves, which surprisingly had the opposite effect on her.   "Calm down! Really daddy, I'm telling you I f*****g murdered someone and you're telling me to calm down! Can't you see my life is over, I thought you of all people would know that the implications of murder are quite dire, yet you expect me to calm down knowing that I might walk out of this hospital in f*****g cuffs." To her surprise, her father's response was a warm smile, his eyes even gleamed with joy.   "I had missed this," he told her, tucking some strands of hair behind her ear before inching his face closer to her, " the petty arguments, we hardly went a single conversation without arguing senselessly," Bianca's eyes softened, the close proximity making her want pounce onto him and devour his lips,"no one's taking my babygirl to jail, not while I'm still alive." He muttered against her lips, simmering with a need to kiss her and relay all the three months worth of need onto her.   "I know daddy, but my fingerprints are all over the murder weapon and I must already be the prime suspect because no one else was in the house except us."   "I know it seems bad, but we'll figure a way out, like I said, I'm not letting you go to jail, not now, not ever, I'll do everything in my power to protect you, I'm going to allow that bastard ruin our lives any more than he already has."   "He killed Estella, he broke her neck...she helped him orchestrate the whole thing, all because she wanted to claim my college fund money..she put my life in disarray, all because of money..honestly I'm glad the w***e is dead, she got what she deserves." Bianca stated bitterly, her words not alarming Michael the tiniest bit, as he shared her feelings regarding Estella.   "That's in the past, let's leave it there, I'm just glad you're alive, I thought I had lost you, don't you ever scare me like that again."   "Hmmm..." Bianca hummed against his soft lips, his words making her beam inside, "I guess dying isn't as easy as I thought, I was so determined, yet here I am..daddy..who came for me? Who saved me?" She asked.   "Rick..I'd told him to go check up on you..he found you and rushed you here just in time..I nearly lost you."   "How did you get here so quickly?"   "I didn't, I was only able to come here a day after you were hospitalized." Michael told her, trying to block the pain the daunting memory inflicted upon him, though  the thoughts still lingered in his mind, the "what ifs" what if he hadn't made it in time? What if he arrived there only to find her overlaid with a sheet?   "A day after?" Bianca failed to piece together the time frame, to her, it almost felt as though she'd just closed her eyes for a blinking second and opened them again  -so what did he mean by "a day after she'd been hospitalized?" . "How long have I been here?"   "It's Thursday, you've been out for five days."   Five days? How could that be?   Before she could try and make sense of everything, a middle-aged woman walked into the room, the one she assumed to be the doctor, another woman in turquoise scrubs trailing behind her. Her face seemed to light up as her eyes rested on her. "Oh I see your finally awake Bianca," she spoke as though the biggest miracle had occurred, which Bianca couldn't quite get, "how do you feel?"   "I'm fine, just a bit light-headed and out of it." Bianca answered, attempting to sit up and as she did so, making a startling discovery - her eyes bulged out in shock, her speech panicked, "why can't I feel my legs? I'm I paralyzed now...no no no no..nooo." Bianca shook her head vigorously, with every bit of strength she could muster, trying to swing her hips to the side and lift up her leg. She couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't. Her body gave her nothing, she appeared to be dead from the waist down.   Could things get any worse!   "Bianca calm down please, this is only temporary, the medication we used  to induce the coma blocked some neuromuscular junctions, which is why you can't feel your legs." The doctor explained, her words only aggravating Bianca's panic stricken mind.   "What coma? Why in the world would you put me in a coma and deliberately paralyze me? Did I ever say I wanted to be a cripple?" She retorted sharply, dreading the prospect of being disabled, being bound to a wheelchair her entire life, being defenseless, being at the height of vulnerability -She wouldn't survive that, she'd have rather chosen death over this.   "We placed you in the coma to save your life, by the time you got here, your body and organs had already began shutting down and not enough oxygenated blood was flowing to your brain, you were at a high risk of severe brain damage..like I've already told mr Lewis over there, you're very lucky to be alive."   Bianca rolled her eyes, annoyed by the woman's lack of sincere empathy, "I'd rather die than to be imprisoned by my own body my entire life."   "Sweetheart don't say such things." Her father reprimanded, a serious, sombre look in his eyes.   "Like I said Bianca, this is only temporary, you'll regain feeling in your legs and they'll function as before after a few sessions of physiotherapy."   "after a few sessions of physiotherapy."   Bianca mocked her inwardly, her patience with the woman, with life  itself thinning with each passing second. Why couldn't anyone understand that this wasn't easy for her? That she just wasn't going to accept being a cripple and carry on with life as though the adjustment didn't exist?   "Temporary? How long is this temporary..ehemm.. a week? Six months? Two years? Ten years? Or maybe even thirty ? You think by telling me my paralysis is temporary, I automatically have to feel better?"  Bianca struggled even to fix herself to a comfortable position, she wasn't used to this, and would never get used to this. If there was one thing she hated the most, it would be her being at the mercy of others, her being incapable. She watched on with a sneer as the tall nurse scribbled something on a file.   "Have a little faith Bianca, I know the change is scary, but with a little effort, you'll be walking in a week, or less, most people recover even before that. Now ehemm..Mr Lewis, how did you say you were related to Ms. Clayton again?" The woman addressed Michael, who was incapable of an immediate response. He had to fish for a lie, he couldn't exactly say he is her father when his actions have been very suspicious and insinuating of something deeper than that.   "He's my partner...it's complicated." Bianca jumped in and aided her dumbstruck father -she'd always been the better one at thinking on her feet.   "Okay.." the woman's eyes raked over them briefly as she approached Bianca and placed her stethoscope to her chest -it seemed that was the response she was least expecting, certainly the age gap was discernible or maybe she'd noted the familial  resemblance between them -either way Bianca didn't care what she thought, until she poked at her even further.  "Your heartbeat is still a bit weak compared to the normal rate, but I think it'll normalize soon. We're going to keep you here for another two  days for observation, I'll book you up with the physiotherapist and our psychologist."   "I don't need to see a psychologist." Bianca was quick to object.   "I highly recommend you do..to avoid any future...incidents."   "Future incidents," Bianca scoffed dryly, more defensive than the reasonable measures ,"doctor please, I'm fine, I won't go around trying to kill myself, I don't need any mental scrutiny."   "First time attempts always almost lead to second ones when the issue of depression is not dealt with..." Bianca didn't even give the woman a chance to complete her sentence before cutting in,   "And who said I'm depressed? Do I look depressed to you?" That's one of the things she hated most about these so called "psychologists" , they always made assumptions without strong, relevant bases, to them there always had to be a problem, even where there was none, they fished and fished  and always constructed their own idea of "what's wrong" -it was ridiculous, therapy was ridiculous. She just wasn't about to sign herself up for tolerating a person, a human being just like herself, pretending to understand to know how she feels, pretending to care for a stranger like her, pretending to be interested in her thoughts, her past, her vision -she just wasn't. As a child, when Estella maltreatment was at its peak, she once found herself in the  school counsellor's office - that was one of the worst two hours of her life.   "Doctor it's fine," Michael intervened, seeing that the woman wasn't going to cease in her insisting, "she doesn't want to go to therapy sessions, please respect her wishes."   "Fine." The woman huffed in defeat. "I'll bring some forms for both of you to sign, stating that I did recommend you be referred to the psychologist.  Get some rest Bianca, your first physiotherapy session will be in three hours." With that, the women finally left the room.   "So I'm disabled now..wow." The negative thoughts couldn't leave her mind. "And I brought it upon myself."   "Don't beat yourself up sweetheart, this is only temporary." Michael rubbed her back lovingly.   "Will you still love me as a cripple?"   "Is that even a question? Of course I'll still love you, you being on a wheelchair won't make me love you any less."   "Come here," Bianca wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer to her, her voice lowering dangerously,  "I hope you waited for me, otherwise I'm going to chop off your balls and feed them to Sharon's cat, is that clear daddy?"   "Yikes!" Michael feigned a flinch. "Well that my firecracker, will be very unnecessary, you're the last woman I was with, I'm practically a time  ticking bomb."   "I know," Bianca ran the tip of her nose along his neck, taking in his scent and relishing it, "my whole body  craves your touch, I miss having you deep inside me, you have a hefty debt to pay daddy, once I get a taste of you, I'll be insatiable." Her wet tongue darted out of her mouth and slid down his hot flesh. "Do you think there are any cameras in here?"   "I don't know..and I don't care." Michael cupped her jaw, tilting her head to the side and claiming her lips. He had planned on being slow, controlled and gentle, but instead he latched onto her lips, hungry, aching for more and it didn't help that Bianca reciprocated the same drive.   Just as the kiss took an even sharper turn to the needy route, a click coming from the door alarmed them. Both whisking their heads to the direction of the door, a gasp nearly slipped from Bianca's parted lips as she saw Rick standing there, an unreadable expression adhering to his usually relaxed, tough with little hints of quirky face.   "I'll come back later...Mike, there's a few things we need to discuss." Bianca  caught on to the little traces of uneasiness in his voice, her father not saying a single word, as the man backed out of the door.   As soon as the door went shut, Bianca took to a short, explosive fit of laughter. "Oh poor Ricky, we must have traumatized him!" She exclaimed in mock empathy.   "What?" Bianca questioned her father's seriousness. "Are we in trouble detective?" She graced him with that hushed whisper he'd missed so much. "Oh stop being such a stiff body daddy, I've thought everything through...and Rick will have to suck it up and get used me being all over you  , you know I can't keep my hands to myself."   "What do you mean he'll have to get used to us?" Michael was confused.   Bianca was quick to enlighten him, "Because I'm not your daughter, we're not related, I'm a Clayton and you're a Lewis, Victor is my father, so we're not doing anything wrong by being together." Although she didn't put it directly, she was hopeful he'd catch on to what she meant.   This was brilliant! Who would've thought that Estella and Victor's conniving would be beneficial to them in the end? Changing her surname might as well have been the most fruitful thing she'd ever done. Michael though, couldn't share her enthusiasm.   "That's not how it works, we just can't wake up all of a sudden not father and daughter but lovers."   "And why not?" Bianca argued, "we have the DNA test results to prove it, besides you and I, the other people who know the real truth are well...dead..sure people will stare and talk for a while, but that shouldn't be reason enough for us to deny ourselves happiness..I know it's exciting and thrilling and all, but I'm tired of always sneaking around."   Michael sighed heavily, "I know when you persist you don't stop, and sweetheart I'm not in mood for a long-drawn argument, this conversation ends right here."   "But, you haven't even cons-"   "No buts, think it's time we head to the shower, I don't want you late for your first physiotherapy session." Wasting no time, Michael lifted her from the bed and placed her onto the wheelchair.   Bianca tried not to let the  reality get to her,  yet again.   "Mmhhmmm.." Bianca purred salaciously, "remember what happened the last time you and I got in shower together?"   A deep growl erupted from her father's throat, "I remember very well..and nothing like that is going to happen, it might be hard to resist, but I'm not touching you until you've fully recovered."   "What? Are you trying to imply that crippled people don't have s*x?"   "How do you always twist my words your way?"   "What can i say, it's a talent of mine." A smug smirk adorned Bianca's face. "We don't have to do much..just a little.."   "No. Once I start, I won't be able to stop, I want to do more than just a little to you, my sweet babygirl."       ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤   "Oh my Lord! Daaadddyy!" Bianca cried out in exaggeration, strutting into the lounge, with nothing but a crisp white towel covering her body, which served as almost no means of cover at all due to how lacking in length and surface area it was.   Michael took off his reading classes and placed his laptop aside, giving his full attention to the scantily clad girl before him. "What is it babygirl?"   "I literally have n-o-t-h-i-n-g to wear, what am I going to do? Are there any stores still open at this hour?" With everything that had been happening in her life for the past two days having left her preoccupied, she'd absolutely forgotten that she owned no clothing, no underwear, not even a mere bra since Victor had burned them all, claiming they're for "big girls" not little tadpoles like her.   "21:30 on a Saturday, I highly doubt it...but I always have a plan..I bought a few things for you, check in my closet."   "Thanks daddy," Bianca bent forward and pecked him on the lips, "you're the best." Spinning on her heels, she bent down in front of his face to scratch a pretentious itch on her ankle -just to tease him, before she sashayed out of the room.   A knowing smile crept up on Michael's face, his little girl was back alright, and she hadn't changed a single bit.  Ever since that Thursday afternoon he'd denied her, she'd been teasing and tauntingly tempting him relentlessly. Just as promised, Bianca was discharged in the morning and she'd responded so well to the nerve stimulants and the therapy, that she had fully regained all her leg functions and was walking on her own by Friday evening. The five days she'd been in her dead-like slumber, Michael had spent trying to patch up the necessary slits. He had refurnished the house after the insurance came through and had every damage Gurérro's thugs had done repaired. Then he worked on getting everything ready for their 6 months move to Prague -he couldn't afford to stay in Miami any longer than necessary, the risk of Gurérro finding out he had been fooled, became more and more imminent with each passing minute.   This time around he wasn't going to make any mistakes, he couldn't afford to endanger Bianca's life yet again. He was going to make sure that any threat to her well-being was eliminated, which is why he'd been spending countless hours searching through the police database for details regarding Victor's murder-if they'd been any reports, when his murder was reported, how much the investigation had garnered, if there were any witnesses, any suspects. So far he'd come out empty in his search.   It was frustrating. He was running against time and very much lagging behind.   "Daddy have you seen my phone?" Bianca emerged from the door, now with a little more modesty to her dress. She wore  light grey leggings that clung onto her curves, and an orange tank top, her rich, silky raven black hair draped down her back -without a doubt, Michael knew she had to be going somewhere.   "Where are you going?" He questioned.   "I'm sleeping over at Chey's tonight, remember?"   "Ohh?"   "Aha..let me get going, I'll see you tomorrow morning daddy." Bianca pressed a kiss on his cheek, staining the flesh with her glossy lips, before taking her phone from the coffee table and turning to leave.   "Babygirl." Michael called out for her.   "Yes daddy?"   "Come here for a sec." Bianca slowly turned to face him, delaying every step as she approached him -the look in his eyes had her core sizzling.   "Daddy...I have to go." Bianca feebly protested as Michael grabbed her and sat her in his lap.   "Don't leave me." Her father's coarse voice vibrated in her ears, awakening that burning need in her -she wanted him so badly, every stretch of her skin longed for his touch, she'd been deprived for almost four months and the slightest of touches drove her insane.   "I promised Chey." Although she'd enjoyed tantalizing him for the past few days, Bianca wished  for nothing more than to spend the night with him, but tonight she'd committed herself to a sleepover and she really didn't want to disappoint Chey, not after all the emotional torture she'd put her through by trying to kill herself -it had pained her immensely when Chey broke down in tears when she found out she was awake.   "Reschedule. This is your first night back home, you can't leave me here all by myself."   "Mhmmm..daddy," Bianca nestled her head on his shoulder, soft moans flowing from her lips as Michael sucked and nipped the tender skin of her neck, leaving tiny bite marks. "You'll have to miss me tonight, I can't break my promise."   "So you're choosing her over me?"   Jealous?"   "Very much."    Bianca lifted her head from his shoulder, staring into his  intense blue eyes, even after a three months long drift, he still had that fire in his eyes every time he looked at her. "But Chey is not even a threat to you."   "I'm beginning to feel like she's one."   "A few hours are not going to kill you daddybear, when I come back, I'll be all yours and you can do as you please with me."   ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤   "So he was just in Prague all along? I can't believe this, everything was so convincing, the memorial..the funeral..we all thought he really was gone." Chey drew out a long yawn, her brain exhausted from the information Bianca had been inputting in it the entire night. Stretching out her arms, she rolled to the side and faced Bianca.   "I know, everything sounds so unreal and crazy, I should just accept that my life doesn't, and will never conform to the norm."   "Your life would really make a nice telenovela, there's never a dull moment with you." Chey mocked playfully.   "Chey is that a spider?" Bianca peeked over the girl's shoulder briefly before planting her head back on the pillow and yawning.   "No it's not."   "How would you know when you didn't even look at it?"   "I just do," Cheyenne yawned yet again, "it's not a spider."   "Chey you know I'm arachnophobic, please go kill it."   "Really B?!!" Chey grumbled, "I'm too tired to get up..let's just leave the poor thing alone."   "You called me over here, and as your guest, my utmost comfort is your responsibility."   "But it's way over there and we're way over here." Chey argued, making Bianca pout in childlike prowess -the signature pout she found to be so adorable. A brief silence then took over, leaving both girls staring into each other's eyes -it was when Chey's fingers swiped away the hair falling to her face, that Bianca realised how minimum the distance between them was.   The light mood and ambiance thickened with tension as Bianca studied Chey's body language, noticing a new development, the new tale her eyes told.   She was shocked by this, she hadn't even seen the warning signs..then again, she might be wrong.   "I almost lost you." Chey whispered, her eyes never leaving hers.   "I know, I'm sorry."   "I really thought you were gone and that made me realize how much of a coward I am."   Bianca couldn't react, despite seeing exactly where this was going.   "Chey..."   "B, please let me speak.. I realized that  you could've died without knowing how I truly feel..." Chey's eyes shifted nervously, trying to gauge her reaction, but Bianca didn't give her much to work on.   "Well I'm here now and still very much alive..so tell me..how do you feel Chey?" Bianca asked in a low tone, and before she knew it, soft lips merged with her own.