11 HEATHER: I Don'st Want to be With You Anymore

I frown when Brand puts me on the bed…his bed…after we arrive from my visit to the hospital. My casts, thank God, are already taken from me including the splints on my fingers. It takes a little longer than the expected date of the removal but I'm glad they're gone from me already.

My legs are still weak and unsteady and I'm a little bit sore but nothing that can't be managed. Since I'm already free from my binds, I'm surprise when dad still brings me in his room and lets me sleep in his bed. I look at Brand so I can tell him to bring me to my room instead but stop when his phone rings.

"Nicole." He says.

My mood instantly darkens as my face twists in an ugly scowl. I look away and grind my teeth. I try blocking out his conversation with the slut and slowly stand to leave the room. I want to go back to my own room, have my own privacy and live like I don't exist in his life.

"Wait, wait a second." Dad frantically says to the other line and holds me around my arm. "Where are you going, baby?"

"In my own room." I answer, stressing the word own in it before pulling my arm from his hold and proceed on walking across the hall.

"Wait, Nicole. I'll call you back, ok." Dad jogs right beside me, scoops me up in his arms and walks me into my bedroom. "I haven't transferred your things back here. I thought maybe you should stay in my room for the meantime until all's settled back to its place from before."

"I want to have my own space." I say curtly, maintaining my gaze down the floor.

Brand doesn't answer to that and just sighs. He plants me on my bed and kneels in front of me. he doesn't speak for a long time so I raise my eyes at him.

"There she is." Brand smiles.

I look away again, hating myself for missing his smile. For loving him more even after knowing that he's having an affair with his therapist. I hate myself because I can't stop from hurting both of us. And I'm about to hurt us more for what I've decided right now.

"I have something to tell you, by the way." I start.

"Sure, sweetheart." Brand says eagerly, planting his hands on the bed at each of my side.

"I'm leaving your place." I glance up at him and catches his surprise before I look away. "I change my mind. I want to go to a University. I haven't decided where yet. What I'm sure is I'll get myself a dorm or an apartment."

"Most of the Universities are just twenty to an hour away from home, sweetheart. You don't have to leave." Brand reasons. "I can always drive you there back and forth."

"It's out of the way from your work. I don't want to bother you more than I already have."

"Listen, baby." Brand cups my face with both hands, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I've told you time and again you're not a bothersome. I'm your dad. You will always be my priority." He sighs and frowns down at me. "What's really the problem here, baby? I think it's time we talk now. This strain…this situation where you keep ignoring me, I don't really like this. I want to know what's going on."

I swallow and look down even if Brand still has my face inside his hands. My heart is beating so fast and loud. I won't be surprised if he can actually hear it from where he kneels. When I've already had my composure, I look up at him again.

"I'm tired, Brand. I want out." I shrug as if it's no big deal that I'm about to break each of our heart to what I'm about to tell him. "I don't want to be with you anymore. I mean, I'm grateful to everything you've done to me. I just feel like it's time to leave. I think it might be the best idea to be out of your hair soon. I want to have my own space."

Brand stares at me for so long. His jaw ticks. So much emotions cross his eyes, I can't catch each of them. But I can easily pick anger there. He's angry. I just don't know where he directs it. We stay silent and just stares at each other until I can't stand anymore.

"I'm leaving you, Brand." I finally say.

"Think about it more, sweetheart." Brand says, surprising me.

I instantly feel the coldness in his voice on how he uses his endearment to me. An obvious retaliation of me calling him by his name. He's mocking me. Challenging my decision. I square my shoulders and fake the most courageous stance I can muster.

"I've thought about this long enough. I've wasted a year doing nothing here. I want to go to college. I want to be independent. I want…"

I gasp when Brand's mouth slams into mine, sealing my rant with a kiss. It's not our usual smack of the lips. But it's not an actual lover's kiss either. The tip of his tongue pokes out and enters my mouth. It's too brief, yet it makes me dizzy with instant lust.

Brand stands and goes out of my room, softly shutting my door close while leaving me burning with desire. He's done it many times now. I don't know what that means or does it even have a meaning at all. I gingerly touch my lips, fully aware of my short breathing and wild beating heart.

My hand slides down my neck and slowly creeps down still to my breasts. My nipples are pebbled with my aroused state. I gasp when I feel the constricting of my lower abdomen. Unbuttoning my pants, I push it down together with my panties and stares at the blood that stains the fabric.

Damnit! I'm bleeding again. I sigh and throws my soiled clothes in the hamper before shedding my t-shirt and bra and toss them on top of my jeans. I sit there for a moment and space out. I think I may have gotten myself used to being pampered by Brand.

I want to call him and tell him to wash me. My face instantly burns with shame and another layer of lust. It only happened once, yet I can never forget how Brand made me cum in his hand. But it wasn't repeated anymore because he's been focused and stoic the next time he washes me, avoiding to touch my pussy longer than necessary.