》Michael 《

After breakfast, Mia kissed Isa, Susan and me and said

- I'm going out... I have meeting with someone.

- Take a bodyguard. - odparłem

- I don't have to. He's about to pull up to the gate with his

- He, meaning who?

- Dad.... please. I'm not a child. Susan know.

Mia left.

》Mia《

Manson drove up to the gate and took me to his place

- Baby, and your daddy won't kill me? - he asked as he ushered me into his house

- Don't overthink..

- We play with flowers and hearts, or alcohol is enough?

- I'm not going to drink, because my dad might do something to you...

- Special requests?

- Yes. - I took the condoms out of my bag - I don't want to get pregnant. I'm scared...

- Chill out. I'm not planning to have a baby with you.

As much as it sounds, I met him for sex. As a bi person, I also needed affection with a guy sometimes, and he was one of the two or three guys I slept with and he was the only one I didn't argue with.

We went to his bedroom, where I started to unbutton my shirt, which I threw on the floor after a while, and then I treated my bra the same...

- At least you're more willing than that your father's slut, Whitney...

- Nevermind... Maybe she just didn't feel like it at the time... you know, women's stuff, etc...

- Maybe...

***

As we were getting dressed, a security guard knocked on the bedroom door

- Mr. Manson, I don't want to disturb you, but... How to say it, you have an urgent visitor...

- Whom?

- Your friend's father

I looked at Manson

- I'm not the only one?

- No. I'm all about pleasure. Only for pleasure...

- Mr. Manson... He's a very diligent visitor... - the security guard spoke up

- Coming - walked out of the room, popping his T-shirt

I finished getting dressed and wanted to leave, but my dad burst into the bedroom.

- Mia we're leaving. - he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door...

It wasn't until he was in the car, when we left the Manson area, that he let me speak...

He drove the car himself, because it was enough to drive 7.5 miles through the forest.

- Mia, you know very well that I practically didn't give you any rules - He started calmly - But please... Don't see him again. With anyone, but not with him, please...

- Why?

- So that he doesn't treat you the way he treated Whitney... it's for your own good...

- I'm an adult. Why do you want to decide for me, about my life?

- I don't want him to hurt you. That's it... I can even buy you the whole sex shop, but don't ever see Manson again...

- Damn it... - Of course I wanted to go out with him again...

He stopped the car and we went into the woods

- What do you want in return?

I had to come up with something he couldn't give me... Something he wouldn't have the heart or courage to do...

- Hit me. - It was one of the few things he wouldn't do, unless it cost someone's life

- What?

- Hit me. Just hit me.

- You're my child. There's no way.

- Then drive me back to Manson.

- No.

- You asked me what I wanted for not seeing him. That's what I'm saying. Hit me. Hit and offend. I know you're not going to do that, so drive me back to Manson.

- Why?

- Quid pro quo. You asked, I'm saying. If I'm not going to see Manson anymore, then hit me and insult me, unless you don't have the guts to do tha...

I felt pain on my cheek and at the same time I heard a hit

- Shut up, you sellable slut. - he said

I was stunned... I've never heard any of those words in his life, nor has he ever hit me... until now.

- Happy? - he asked

- Kinda

Suddenly, tears fell from his eyes

- I'm sorry, but you told me to do it yourself. - he hugged me

- Don't cry

Once he calmed down, we went back to Neverland...

Of course I still wanted to hang out with Manson... It was a good deal. He didn't have to order prostitutes, and I didn't have to look for a guy who wouldn't betray that I was cheating on my "husband" and we could both satisfy ourselves.

I went to our bedroom and burst into tears

- Mia, don't cry - Susan hugged me

- Dad forbade me to see Manson... lonely outings too

- Then the two of us will meet him...

- How?

- We'll ask Che for help. The three of us will go to see him... She will help us...

- Where's Alishia, Grandma, and Abi?

- Abi and Elijah went to one of the villas and Alish and your grandmother went shopping...

- So we're alone apart from Dad?

- Yes... if you want, I can quickly cheer you up

- How?

- This way - She joined our lips in a passionate kiss

Before we could do anything else, I heard my dad screaming...

We ran to where the scream was coming from...

To the kitchen...

Dad was sitting on the ground, holding his right hand... The same one he wore a glove on and the same one I got hit today at my own request.

The hand was red and swollen...

- Dad, what happend? - I asked crouching down in front of him

- What have I done? - he asked through his tears as he stroked my left cheek with his right hand - I'm sorry...

- I told you to... Tell me... What happened?

He pointed to the kettle by the sink

- Did you get burned?

- I punished myself. I swore to myself and your mother that I would be different from Joseph... I've broken that sworn... I had to punish myself...

- How did you break it?

- I've hurt you... I'm just like him...

- It's not true

- It is true. I raised my hand at you and called you as he called my sisters...

- I told you to. You didn't do anything wrong... Tell me, how did you punish yourself? I want to help you

- Boiling water... I've poured it on the hand I've hurt you with

- Will you let me help you?

He nodded

We bandaged his hand

- Dad, don't do that again, your skin can't take it.

- I deserved to... If I hadn't done that, what I inherited from Joseph in the genes would have taken hold of me and I would have become like him... I'd make your life, Susan's, Alishia's, and Abi's life a living hell...

- Don't do it again... Your skin is already sufficiently damaged by both vitiligo and lupus...

- It doesn't matter what's wrong with me... I raised my hand at you... How could I? - he was still crying - Mia hit me back... just with something heavy

- No - I kissed him on the cheek - You can't treat your body like that, Dad...

- I have to. I've hurt you... how can I make up for the fact that I raised my hand against you?

- Will you take care of Isa tomorrow?

- Yes, but why?

- We want to spend the day with Che, our friend for barracks.

- Is she related to Cindera?

- Yes. She is Cyndera's brother's daughter.

- Ok... But take care of yourselves.

- We will.