The Snake and the Butterfly (12.5 pt. 2/?)
continuation of chapter 12 since apparently my content was too large to post -_-
You don't wake up the next morning until later, you guess that by the amount of light coming through the window that it has to be mid morning already and you let out a groan at how badly your back is screaming at you when you try to move. It's hard telling if its from moving heavy shit or from your exploits last night but either one didn't help. You lay there for a few minutes listening to O breath quietly while you try and stretch as best you can. You felt pretty good all things considered...it was like a lot of anxiousness and tension had been released last night and you really hoped that despite the fact she'd no doubt be in a lot of pain this morning that she at least would be in a better mood. She'd been a nervous wreck on the drive over and had been tense since you'd both come here...you knew that she loved her parents and they loved her but it was a little dismaying to see how stressed she was. Of course you hadn't helped either...denying her sex for a few weeks had made her more tense and you acknowledged that and intended to apologize for your lack of planning. You both hadn't bothered to clean up much before you'd passed out, so as a result there were still items from last night thrown over the floor, her bed still had that large wet spot and you didn't know about her but you felt more than a little disgusting and since a shower together was more than likely out of the question depending on how sneaky you two could be...you debate getting up and grabbing one before she wakes up...you also debate putting all the random shit you'd brought to her room away too. It's only when you are looking around her room-mainly taking in the fact that it looked like her parents hadn't touched it since she left-that you notice the door is slightly open and instantly you feel more than a little nervous. You knew for a fact that you locked it...it was the only saving grace that had kept her mother from walking in to see her daughter getting plowed. You wonder if she maybe got up to use the bathroom but you are pretty sure you'd remember her getting up if she did...you start thinking of all the worst case scenarios in your head...chief among them being that her parents saw you two but had decided to not make a deal about it.
Given your new theory you gently wake Ophelia up and tell her that you two need to shower...and that she'd probably need help. She groans but sits up and immediately regrets it as soon as her back end has much weight put on it, you get up and offer her help which she takes before you help her over to the door. You look up and own the hall for a few seconds before helping her across the hall to the bathroom before closing and locking the door-you weren't going to have it happen twice. When she's getting some towels down out of the cabinet you can see just how much worse her ass looks from last night, you feel a bit of regret but its not terribly long lived when you remind yourself that it was the only part of last night that was a punishment. The welts were bruises now and while most of the redness had gone away it still looked pretty bad, made worse by the fact that she was walking carefully so that her legs were apart a bit. Now that made you smile a little. You both shower pretty quickly and without much talking, there isn't much to talk about that isn't already said through the red blush that is all over her cheeks when she moves wrong. She has a few bite marks on her shoulders and her wrists have marks from your belt...but other than those she looks fine and if she wears something that covers those areas she'll be out of the water on explaining it. When you're both done you get out and help her before helping to dry her off, and then you two sneak back into your respective rooms to get dressed. It's strange really...you'd never in your life had to sneak around quite like this...sure there were plenty of times in your younger days that you had to find the hasty exit when the parents came home but this was a new experience all together.
You both seem to be in sync today as you both step out of your rooms at about the same time, she has on a long sleeve tshirt and some looser fitting jeans, you have on a plain tshirt with jeans also...you honestly can't help but laugh at the fact she isn't wearing her usual tight jeans and when she sees you laugh she rolls her eyes and starts to walk past you. You hook your fingers in her belt loops and pull her back against you before you wrap your hand around her throat lightly, her head is back against your shoulder and she's looking at you none too surprised.
"Watch yourself babygirl..."
"Sorry Daddy...you're being mean though."
You let out a laugh and give her a quick kiss before letting her go and following her out to where her parents are .They are sitting in relative silence, her mom is watching the television about half heartedly while her dad is just sitting in his chair, he doesn't have a paper in front of him which is odd considering that was usually how he was. He had a look on his face that made you think that your visit was just going to get worse from this point on...her mom gets up and gives you both a smile before walking past O to the kitchen and suddenly its just you two and her dad who looks like he might be on the verge or a rampage.
"Did you two enjoy your night?"
Ophelia thankfully is a lot quicker than you are with a reply. "Mhm...I always tell him that just watching Tv with him is nice...how was the drive?"
"Wonderful...until my back started to act up, your mother had to drive us back..."
"I'm sorry dad..."
"Nothing you can do about it sweetheart..."
There's a tense silence for a few minutes before he looks at her with a curious expression. "What all did you two do last night?"
She shrugs a little and you can tell by how she's leaning into you that she can feel the tension already. "Watched some tv...I mean that was about it."
"Ophelia Grace...Do not lie to me."
She was a grown woman but there was something about a dad's authority that made even the most grown up person in the world feel like they were five again...that was the look she had when he had said that...and you get your own turn with him when he all but glares at you.
"I'd like some explanation...for one: why were you in my daughters room, and two: why were you both naked."
It literally takes everything you have to not answer him back in a sarcastic tone...because the idea of this is a little ridiculous. Religious or not there could not possibly be a reason that her dad didn't think his daughter was having sex after two years in a relationship with someone.
"Well sir...we've been together for a long time...and forgive me for sounding disrespectful but how could you not assume that she would be having sex."
"Because she knows better."
"She's a grown woman and can make her own decisions."
"She was raised better than to give in like this." He casts his gaze to her and you can literally feel her shrink away from it. "You were taught better, you know its a sin, why would you give yourself to someone who only wants to use you-"
"Excuse me?" You cut him off, you've been trying your hardest to be respectful so far but you feel like you can't hold it back anymore.
"Do you even see her? Or do you just see her as someone to pass time." He's gotten a lot louder by now. "You have ruined my daughter's innocence!"
"I see exactly who she is and don't you think if I was wasting time i'd have fucked her and moved on by now?" Your temper is flaring up and its hard to keep it in check. "Do you even hear yourself talking right now? I mean this is coming from a man that probably thinks his child's worth depends on her virginity to."
"Linton..."
"No. You're a grown ass woman, and I'm a fucking grown ass man and I'll be damned if I'm going to let anyone-especially your own father-talk to either of us like that."
Her father looks irate. "Religious teachings aside...how do you expect me to react when I find out that you're a professor. How would any father feel to find out his child is sleeping with an instructor."
He gets you on that point...you were in a bit of shock that he knew...you knew your story was not very well thought out but you'd thought you'd been vague enough..."How do you know I'm a professor."
"I know a lot about your Mr. Rubino. I suppose some of the things i've seen though I shouldn't be surprised that you would prey on a young girl like Lia."
"Dad-"
"I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth young lady...I can't even describe how disappointed I am in you...I didn't raise a whore."
"Don't talk to her like that!"
"You're no better!" He raises his hands angrily. "You'll use her until she doesn't interest you anymore and then you'll move on to the next gullible floozy."
You seriously contemplate punching her father...he has you so riled up that you are digging your fingernails into your hands to relieve some of the anger that is seething inside you. When her dad had called her a whore...you could feel a change in her, you hadn't even needed to be looking at her to sense it. She was hurt, and it just fueled your anger towards him more because despite what you taught your children...you were supposed to love them not treat them like this.
"Say another word and I swear to god that I will drag your old ass out of that chair and beat the shit out of you right here."
"I'd love to see you try string bean."
If it hadn't been for O's hand on your arm when you started to walk forward, things could have escalated a lot more than that had already, but instead you let her hold you back.
"That's what I thought."
"Shut your mouth David."
Her dad gave you a look, like he was offended you'd called him that.
"You know what...yes...I was her teacher, we started talking and hanging out and it just clicked for us...as soon as things got serious I made sure that I put as much distance between us at school as I possibly could." Her dad opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off. "And before you say another religiously charged and baseless argument...I'll not ever move on the next. There is no next, I love Ophelia. I would do anything for her if it made her happy."
"Why didn't you marry her then."
"Who gets married after a handful of months of dating David. Realistically speaking here."
He looks from you to her with slightly wide eyes. "A handful of months..."
You feel her leave the room and at first you want to go after her but you close your eyes and shake your head, staying where you are. "What does it matter...being married isn't a light subject for anyone to just rush the hell into it." You pause. "And don't tell me that she should have just stayed a virgin for two years...that is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard."
He doesn't try to say anything...he seems to still being a bit of shock about the amount of months you'd said.
"Look...I love her...and I'm pretty sure she loves me. We make each other happy and if you can't be happy that she's happy, then I feel sorry for you." You put your hands through your hair distractedly before you start to walk in the direction she'd gone...but you stop and look back at him. You know you probably shouldn't...but you'd already pretty much cut any good ties you might have had with this man. "David."
He looks up at you.
"I just wanted to let you know...your daughter calls me 'daddy' too." You don't wait for a response from him, you don't look behind you or try to guess what he's thinking...you quite simply don't care. You're number one priority is finding where O ran off too...you can imagine hearing that from your dad would hurt badly...and despite the fact that she was a pretty strong person, deep down it had always come down to her parents approving of her. Once sentence spoken out of anger could hurt her worse than anything else and you didn't want her to be alone to deal with it.
When you do find her she's outside, she hadn't bothered to put a coat on or even put shoes on for that matter, she'd just walked out of the house in the dead of winter and was sitting on a lawn chair. In two years you'd only seen her cry maybe three times...two of which were because you'd pushed her a bit too far to fast...the other being that she was stressed over a class and she hadn't been able to find a better way to relieve that stress. This is the first time that you've seen her cry because she's been hurt...even talking about the incident when she was younger never got this reaction and you feel angry at her dad for making it come to this. When you sit down next to her she seems to come out of her daze and bring her hands up to her eyes in an attempt to make it less obvious, she gives you a tense smile before shaking her head and playing with the bracelet you gave her.
"It was a mistake coming here...you were right."
"No...I think this was why we needed to come here."
"So you and my dad can fight?"
"I admit...that maybe I got a bit carried away...but I'm not going to let anyone talk to you like that especially not your fucking father."
She looks at you for a long time before she speak again. "Aren't you cold?"
"I'm from fucking Sweden." You let some of your accent come through and you admit that it feels weird to hear it even though it's how you sounded years ago.
She laughs and puts her head in her hands. "This is a nightmare..."
"It's not all bad...but I really think you should go inside...can't have my babygirl getting sick."
"Did you mean what you said?"
"Which part..."
"That you loved me..."
"I've never said anything more true than that O. I would die for you if it meant that you could be happy."
"Don't get carried away there..."
"Seriously Ophelia...I love everything about you, I really can't remember being this happy before."
That adorable pink blush is back on her face and it makes you smile.
"Now...come on. March your ass inside." You stand up and point at the door looking at her.
"Yes Sir..." She stands up and starts to walk past you but stops, she grabs a hold of your shirt and pulls you down to her level to give you a fairly innocent kiss but there is so much more behind it that you can feel. When she pulls away from you she gives you a smile that shines through her red eyes. "Love you too Daddy."
You don't wake up the next morning until later, you guess that by the amount of light coming through the window that it has to be mid morning already and you let out a groan at how badly your back is screaming at you when you try to move. It's hard telling if its from moving heavy shit or from your exploits last night but either one didn't help. You lay there for a few minutes listening to O breath quietly while you try and stretch as best you can. You felt pretty good all things considered...it was like a lot of anxiousness and tension had been released last night and you really hoped that despite the fact she'd no doubt be in a lot of pain this morning that she at least would be in a better mood. She'd been a nervous wreck on the drive over and had been tense since you'd both come here...you knew that she loved her parents and they loved her but it was a little dismaying to see how stressed she was. Of course you hadn't helped either...denying her sex for a few weeks had made her more tense and you acknowledged that and intended to apologize for your lack of planning. You both hadn't bothered to clean up much before you'd passed out, so as a result there were still items from last night thrown over the floor, her bed still had that large wet spot and you didn't know about her but you felt more than a little disgusting and since a shower together was more than likely out of the question depending on how sneaky you two could be...you debate getting up and grabbing one before she wakes up...you also debate putting all the random shit you'd brought to her room away too. It's only when you are looking around her room-mainly taking in the fact that it looked like her parents hadn't touched it since she left-that you notice the door is slightly open and instantly you feel more than a little nervous. You knew for a fact that you locked it...it was the only saving grace that had kept her mother from walking in to see her daughter getting plowed. You wonder if she maybe got up to use the bathroom but you are pretty sure you'd remember her getting up if she did...you start thinking of all the worst case scenarios in your head...chief among them being that her parents saw you two but had decided to not make a deal about it.
Given your new theory you gently wake Ophelia up and tell her that you two need to shower...and that she'd probably need help. She groans but sits up and immediately regrets it as soon as her back end has much weight put on it, you get up and offer her help which she takes before you help her over to the door. You look up and own the hall for a few seconds before helping her across the hall to the bathroom before closing and locking the door-you weren't going to have it happen twice. When she's getting some towels down out of the cabinet you can see just how much worse her ass looks from last night, you feel a bit of regret but its not terribly long lived when you remind yourself that it was the only part of last night that was a punishment. The welts were bruises now and while most of the redness had gone away it still looked pretty bad, made worse by the fact that she was walking carefully so that her legs were apart a bit. Now that made you smile a little. You both shower pretty quickly and without much talking, there isn't much to talk about that isn't already said through the red blush that is all over her cheeks when she moves wrong. She has a few bite marks on her shoulders and her wrists have marks from your belt...but other than those she looks fine and if she wears something that covers those areas she'll be out of the water on explaining it. When you're both done you get out and help her before helping to dry her off, and then you two sneak back into your respective rooms to get dressed. It's strange really...you'd never in your life had to sneak around quite like this...sure there were plenty of times in your younger days that you had to find the hasty exit when the parents came home but this was a new experience all together.
You both seem to be in sync today as you both step out of your rooms at about the same time, she has on a long sleeve tshirt and some looser fitting jeans, you have on a plain tshirt with jeans also...you honestly can't help but laugh at the fact she isn't wearing her usual tight jeans and when she sees you laugh she rolls her eyes and starts to walk past you. You hook your fingers in her belt loops and pull her back against you before you wrap your hand around her throat lightly, her head is back against your shoulder and she's looking at you none too surprised.
"Watch yourself babygirl..."
"Sorry Daddy...you're being mean though."
You let out a laugh and give her a quick kiss before letting her go and following her out to where her parents are .They are sitting in relative silence, her mom is watching the television about half heartedly while her dad is just sitting in his chair, he doesn't have a paper in front of him which is odd considering that was usually how he was. He had a look on his face that made you think that your visit was just going to get worse from this point on...her mom gets up and gives you both a smile before walking past O to the kitchen and suddenly its just you two and her dad who looks like he might be on the verge or a rampage.
"Did you two enjoy your night?"
Ophelia thankfully is a lot quicker than you are with a reply. "Mhm...I always tell him that just watching Tv with him is nice...how was the drive?"
"Wonderful...until my back started to act up, your mother had to drive us back..."
"I'm sorry dad..."
"Nothing you can do about it sweetheart..."
There's a tense silence for a few minutes before he looks at her with a curious expression. "What all did you two do last night?"
She shrugs a little and you can tell by how she's leaning into you that she can feel the tension already. "Watched some tv...I mean that was about it."
"Ophelia Grace...Do not lie to me."
She was a grown woman but there was something about a dad's authority that made even the most grown up person in the world feel like they were five again...that was the look she had when he had said that...and you get your own turn with him when he all but glares at you.
"I'd like some explanation...for one: why were you in my daughters room, and two: why were you both naked."
It literally takes everything you have to not answer him back in a sarcastic tone...because the idea of this is a little ridiculous. Religious or not there could not possibly be a reason that her dad didn't think his daughter was having sex after two years in a relationship with someone.
"Well sir...we've been together for a long time...and forgive me for sounding disrespectful but how could you not assume that she would be having sex."
"Because she knows better."
"She's a grown woman and can make her own decisions."
"She was raised better than to give in like this." He casts his gaze to her and you can literally feel her shrink away from it. "You were taught better, you know its a sin, why would you give yourself to someone who only wants to use you-"
"Excuse me?" You cut him off, you've been trying your hardest to be respectful so far but you feel like you can't hold it back anymore.
"Do you even see her? Or do you just see her as someone to pass time." He's gotten a lot louder by now. "You have ruined my daughter's innocence!"
"I see exactly who she is and don't you think if I was wasting time i'd have fucked her and moved on by now?" Your temper is flaring up and its hard to keep it in check. "Do you even hear yourself talking right now? I mean this is coming from a man that probably thinks his child's worth depends on her virginity to."
"Linton..."
"No. You're a grown ass woman, and I'm a fucking grown ass man and I'll be damned if I'm going to let anyone-especially your own father-talk to either of us like that."
Her father looks irate. "Religious teachings aside...how do you expect me to react when I find out that you're a professor. How would any father feel to find out his child is sleeping with an instructor."
He gets you on that point...you were in a bit of shock that he knew...you knew your story was not very well thought out but you'd thought you'd been vague enough..."How do you know I'm a professor."
"I know a lot about your Mr. Rubino. I suppose some of the things i've seen though I shouldn't be surprised that you would prey on a young girl like Lia."
"Dad-"
"I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth young lady...I can't even describe how disappointed I am in you...I didn't raise a whore."
"Don't talk to her like that!"
"You're no better!" He raises his hands angrily. "You'll use her until she doesn't interest you anymore and then you'll move on to the next gullible floozy."
You seriously contemplate punching her father...he has you so riled up that you are digging your fingernails into your hands to relieve some of the anger that is seething inside you. When her dad had called her a whore...you could feel a change in her, you hadn't even needed to be looking at her to sense it. She was hurt, and it just fueled your anger towards him more because despite what you taught your children...you were supposed to love them not treat them like this.
"Say another word and I swear to god that I will drag your old ass out of that chair and beat the shit out of you right here."
"I'd love to see you try string bean."
If it hadn't been for O's hand on your arm when you started to walk forward, things could have escalated a lot more than that had already, but instead you let her hold you back.
"That's what I thought."
"Shut your mouth David."
Her dad gave you a look, like he was offended you'd called him that.
"You know what...yes...I was her teacher, we started talking and hanging out and it just clicked for us...as soon as things got serious I made sure that I put as much distance between us at school as I possibly could." Her dad opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off. "And before you say another religiously charged and baseless argument...I'll not ever move on the next. There is no next, I love Ophelia. I would do anything for her if it made her happy."
"Why didn't you marry her then."
"Who gets married after a handful of months of dating David. Realistically speaking here."
He looks from you to her with slightly wide eyes. "A handful of months..."
You feel her leave the room and at first you want to go after her but you close your eyes and shake your head, staying where you are. "What does it matter...being married isn't a light subject for anyone to just rush the hell into it." You pause. "And don't tell me that she should have just stayed a virgin for two years...that is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard."
He doesn't try to say anything...he seems to still being a bit of shock about the amount of months you'd said.
"Look...I love her...and I'm pretty sure she loves me. We make each other happy and if you can't be happy that she's happy, then I feel sorry for you." You put your hands through your hair distractedly before you start to walk in the direction she'd gone...but you stop and look back at him. You know you probably shouldn't...but you'd already pretty much cut any good ties you might have had with this man. "David."
He looks up at you.
"I just wanted to let you know...your daughter calls me 'daddy' too." You don't wait for a response from him, you don't look behind you or try to guess what he's thinking...you quite simply don't care. You're number one priority is finding where O ran off too...you can imagine hearing that from your dad would hurt badly...and despite the fact that she was a pretty strong person, deep down it had always come down to her parents approving of her. Once sentence spoken out of anger could hurt her worse than anything else and you didn't want her to be alone to deal with it.
When you do find her she's outside, she hadn't bothered to put a coat on or even put shoes on for that matter, she'd just walked out of the house in the dead of winter and was sitting on a lawn chair. In two years you'd only seen her cry maybe three times...two of which were because you'd pushed her a bit too far to fast...the other being that she was stressed over a class and she hadn't been able to find a better way to relieve that stress. This is the first time that you've seen her cry because she's been hurt...even talking about the incident when she was younger never got this reaction and you feel angry at her dad for making it come to this. When you sit down next to her she seems to come out of her daze and bring her hands up to her eyes in an attempt to make it less obvious, she gives you a tense smile before shaking her head and playing with the bracelet you gave her.
"It was a mistake coming here...you were right."
"No...I think this was why we needed to come here."
"So you and my dad can fight?"
"I admit...that maybe I got a bit carried away...but I'm not going to let anyone talk to you like that especially not your fucking father."
She looks at you for a long time before she speak again. "Aren't you cold?"
"I'm from fucking Sweden." You let some of your accent come through and you admit that it feels weird to hear it even though it's how you sounded years ago.
She laughs and puts her head in her hands. "This is a nightmare..."
"It's not all bad...but I really think you should go inside...can't have my babygirl getting sick."
"Did you mean what you said?"
"Which part..."
"That you loved me..."
"I've never said anything more true than that O. I would die for you if it meant that you could be happy."
"Don't get carried away there..."
"Seriously Ophelia...I love everything about you, I really can't remember being this happy before."
That adorable pink blush is back on her face and it makes you smile.
"Now...come on. March your ass inside." You stand up and point at the door looking at her.
"Yes Sir..." She stands up and starts to walk past you but stops, she grabs a hold of your shirt and pulls you down to her level to give you a fairly innocent kiss but there is so much more behind it that you can feel. When she pulls away from you she gives you a smile that shines through her red eyes. "Love you too Daddy."