Chapter 154 - Switch Request

Jack.

I need more answers to all the questions I have in my head. 

He thinks he killed his father. 

I don't believe that. 

He is not the kind of person to kill another human being. Trick is kind, he is warm and selfless. He is the kind of person you can trust. Even if he actually hurt the man. His reasons are valid. It was self-defense. Fuck, I am trying to find reasons why this would happen in the first place. Trying to justify all his actions. 

"You are not saying anything, please tell me that nothing has changed.'' He is peering up at me. His eyes are red and blotchy. I hate that I made him cry. I mean, I am the one that brought out the waterworks indirectly. The regrets of pushing him to do this kick in. 

"Can I just process this for a second,'' I plead with him, not wanting to keep him in the dark from my thoughts. So, his mother seems to think that his father is missing. Which means, his body hasn't been discovered or someone hid his body. 

"What did you do after?''

He furrows in confusion, I rephrase my sentence "After you hit him, what did you do?'' I ask. 

"Nothing.'' 

"Did you hide his body?''

He shakes his head immediately "I ran away. I took my things and I left. It has been a year since I ran away and I have had to run some more, every time she found me.''

This doesn't make any sense. He seems to think that his father is dead. If he didn't hide the body. Why didn't the cops arrest him? Why didn't his mother find it? "You said she has found you a couple of times,'' he nods "What did she want?'' 

He frowns wiping the residue of tears from his eyes "Money, it always comes down to that.''

"Does this make any sense to you?''

He shrugs "I don't know.''

To me, this looks like a setup. If he actually died, she would have been the one to find his body. So unless Trick is lying to me. There is no way that bastard is dead. He is still alive and they are using this opportunity to rob him. That is the only thing that makes sense. 

"You don't need to run anymore,'' I tell him "Face her, I mean tell her to do her worst. Stop fucking running away from those monster.''

"What do you mean?''

"Your father is not dead—at least I don't believe he is. They are just playing mind games with you. They know you are vulnerable and they are using it to swindle you.'' 

This might be a long shot and I might be wrong but something in my gut is telling me that I am right. It just makes no sense that he hasn't been arrested for this—unless she hid the body. That is another probability and if she did that, she took part in the crime. That is the only logical reason. 

"I can't,'' he echoes. 

"Why?''

He sighs and then runs his hands over the short strands that have been growing out on his head. I watch him, sure that this has been eating him up for so long. I can't believe he has kept this on for so long. If he had called the cops that night, he would have been free from them but I can't judge him. I never called the cops on my dad, I never wanted to chance to be tossed into a situation that could potentially be worse than the one I was in. You know that saying, the devil you know is better than the angel you didn't. Well, my father has been the devil in my life and because of him, I got the chance to meet Lance and Marybelle. They have been the light through all my darkness and I will always be grateful. If Trick had called the cops, he would have never come here. We would have never met, so this was always his destiny. I will always be grateful for all the bad things because, in turn, they make things better. 

Every disappointment is a blessing. 

"I am scared of her. She was worse than dad. Her words, they always cut so deep.'' The tears start to fall again. Talking about this is breaking my heart. It hurts to see him in pain but I also feel helpless. Like there is nothing I can do to wipe away his hurt. I wish I could take away all his pain. Make him feel better. 

Fuck. 

"Come here,'' I stretch my hands out in the air. He looks at my hand and for a second, it feels like he is confused but that vanishes as he slides closer to me on the couch. My arms engulf him completely as he breathes softly against my chest. I close my eyes as I take him all in. wanting to find a way to absorb his pain. 

"I am here, you don't have to worry about anything anymore. You don't have to run or hide from them." These are my words of assurance. I mean, I am never leaving him again. This is my forever guy. So he actually doesn't need to worry about anything anymore.

He cries in my arms, I hold him as tight as I can. As gentle as I can. I don't want him to carry the burdens of his past. I want him to forget about it all. We stay like that, in that bubble that is just us for a while. His tears fall to my shirt. I let them seep through. If this is the only way I can comfort him, then I will gladly get soaked. 

Slowly, he pulls away from me and his lips are on mine. We haven't finalized the conversation. No plans have been made on how to handle his parents. I strongly believe that my theory is right. His father is possibly still alive. That woman I saw doesn't look like the kind of person to hide a body. It makes no sense to me that she will go that far just to continue extorting him. 

Right now, I can focus on that because the deeper he kisses me, the faster I lose control. Is this a good idea? To have sex with him when he is so vulnerable. "Baby,'' I try to pull back from him but he presses into me harder.

He slides his tongue into my mouth and this gets a moan out of me. The hunger is pouring out of him. I know what he is doing. He is trying to forget. Do something that will make him feel better?

He reaches for my jeans, tugging at the hem desperately. I close my eyes because I can feel all of him too and the way this is affecting him is also affecting me. Once he succeeds in getting my pants off, he does the same to his clothes. Our eyes are open, I mean, I understand that he wants to see me. Get the assurance that things are cool between us after everything he told me. He slides down until he gets to the crook of my neck and I feel the wetness of his tongue as he suckles on my neck. This gets a moan out of me. I love every bit of him. From his head to his toes. It feels good to say the L word. I didn't expect to have said it so soon in our relationship but now that it is out there. I want to shout it to the top of the world. Let everyone know that he is mine and mine alone. From my neck, he slides even lower, nibbling at my right nipple. I arch my back upward from the shock of the pleasure that comes from it. Hell, I didn't think I was that sensitive there. That felt amazing. He pulls away, his eyes searching, making sure I am okay. I smile widely, encouraging him to continue. Almost like he read my mind, he goes back to the nibble. I close my eyes, grabbing his hair to balance myself. 

After a couple of minutes of foreplay, he slides back up, until we are face to face again. Our eyes boring into each other "Can we...'' he doesn't complete his sentence but I know what he is asking for. He wants to have sex. I don't know if it is a good idea right now but there is no particular reason why we shouldn't. I answer him by smashing my lips against his roughly. He smiles into the kiss, slowly pulling back "Can I fuck you?"' his words are shy, he seems embarrassed even though we should be at that place where nothing is uncomfortable to say. 

I don't know if I want to take it but I also don't think I am opposed to it. 

He deserves everything he wants and I don't mind giving him that part of me. 

"Sure."