So Wrong So Right

by Erica Marselas

  “Oh.” I frown, wishing he could be the one to tell me this, but after all this time I know Victor isn’t his favorite subject. “Okay.”

  “I get it’s a bit odd coming from me, but he felt it was important you knew. As you might know already, Colin had refused to see his dad for almost two years after we divorced.” I nod. “I honestly thought Victor was no more, but then he called, wanting Colin to come meet Aubrey and you. Now, I think despite everything, Colin still wanted to try and have a relationship with his father, so when Victor offered to pay for college, he took it as a nice gesture and maybe hoped his father had changed, but—” She pauses, and a haunted look passes through her eyes, before she shakes it off. Her head turns, and she glances over at her son who’s busy concentrating on flipping burgers. When she looks back at me, she’s grinning, and her eyes sparkle mischievously like she knows something I don’t know. “Anyways, I wanted Colin to come to Paris with me, so he could have a new start since I knew college wasn’t working out for him. It’s safe to say I was in shock when he said he wanted to stay with his dad. He said he wasn’t quite ready to give up on college and he was also worried about you and didn’t want to leave you alone with his dad. I should’ve seen it then, how he felt for you, but it didn’t even occur to me till today, that despite his dad paying for college, his biggest reason to visit every weekend was because he also had to ‘go see Abbs and check on her.’”

  I can feel my whole-body flush and my heart rocket to the moon at his mom's confirmation that he did always care about me.

  “Now, seeing you two together, I get it. As a woman, and not as Colin’s mother, I want to tell you to protect your heart and never let him treat you less than you deserve.”

  “I won’t. I just hope I can be what he deserves too.”

  She gives me a tight, reassuring smile. Glancing back over at Colin, I see that he's now walking towards us with a plate of hamburgers. Inwardly I giggle, knowing this is the second time today he’s cooked. Two more times than I’ve ever seen before and all on his birthday.

  He slides down next to me on the bench and places a hamburger in front of me.

  “I saw that look on your face, baby. I’m a man, and I know how to grill, thank you very much.”

  “I had no doubt. It’s just...I’ve never seen it before, and now I’m seeing it all in one day.” I place my hand on his cheek, “I should be the one cooking for you on your birthday.”

  “Well, what if you cook for me on your birthday?”

  “Sounds like a deal.” I lean over to kiss his cheek, and his mother chuckles at us, stopping me mid-peck. My cheeks flare, forgetting she was here.

  I reach for the ketchup and mustard to liven up my burger and distract myself from being caught with my PDA towards her son.

  I'm suddenly feeling ravenous as I pile a couple of pickles on top of my patty. My empty stomach growls, desperate for nutrients, as I sink my teeth into the juicy burger. I hum when it hits my tongue, my taste buds coming alive. I’ve never been big on red meat, but I’ve been craving it like crazy lately.

  “Abby? Have you thought about telling your father about you two?”

  Her question takes me by surprise, making me choke mid-swallow of hamburger heaven.

  “My dad?” I question as soon as I dislodge the piece of meat from my throat.

  “Yes, your dad. You mentioned earlier that you are close to him. Don't you think you should let him know what is going on with you?”

  My eyes glance to Colin apprehensively. I know he’s told his mother, but I don't know how to tell my dad. What if he’s not happy and tells my mother in return?’ The last two things I ever want is to have my father disappointed in me, and my mother find out her step-son has been sleeping in my bed.

  Colin gives me a smile and squeezes my knee. “That's up to you…don't feel like you have to.”

  “I just don't know how he'd take it. If he doesn't take it well, that's game over for us.”

  Or game over for Colin when he comes to skin him alive for deflowering his baby girl.

  “Does he know how you feel about Victor?” Naomi asks while I chew on my lip, thinking of all the different scenarios of violence my father could enact with Colin’s body.

  “Yeah, somewhat. He doesn’t like the man either for obvious reasons, but I'm sure it'll be the age thing versus the step-sibling thing.”

  “But if you’re as close to your dad as you said you are, he'll support you.”

  “He's always supported me, but I also don't get to see him more than four weeks a year. Sometimes, I think maybe we’re not as close as I thought. We talk all the time, but then why didn’t he stay in Delaware for me? He knew I hated being there with Mom and Victor, yet he took the job in Maryland soon after their marriage fell apart and I felt pushed away,” I say. I’ve never voiced those thoughts to anyone out loud and I have no idea why I picked now to address them. Maybe it’s the crazy PMS hormones that I've been having and they’re spiking again. Colin puts his arms around me and pulls me closer to him. I wouldn’t change a thing now because I have Colin, but sometimes I wish he stayed closer so I could run away to him whenever I needed to.

  “Word of advice from a mother on the opposite side. Tell him the truth. Be open about your feelings about your mom and Victor. Be honest about your feelings about Colin so you’re not lying to him. He’ll probably respect that more even if he's not on board.”

  “But what if he tells my mom?”

  Naomi sighs and reaches for my hand. “Honestly, I think it’s something you both should be ready to face. Do you really think you can keep this a secret for much longer?”

  I shrug, and Colin doesn't say anything, but somehow manages to pull me even closer. He places a kiss on my temple which eases the sudden tension in my shoulders.

  “Mom, I think it’s just a matter of trying to enjoy the time we have right now. I know it’s going to come out sooner than later, but…” He looks to the sky. “If I'm being honest, I’m freaked out. You know Dad well enough. He’s the main issue. I’m sure we can deal with whatever anyone else thinks. We’re in love, and if people can’t handle that, then we don’t need them. But to risk losing, Abbs, because Dad wants to be an asshole, well I might get charged with kidnapping because I wouldn’t dare to leave her alone with them.”

  Sadly, the things Victor does is always right under your nose.

  The thought creates a thick knot in my chest, making it hard to breathe. No matter how much he wants to protect me, or me him, it’s not possible till we’re both out of the house. But at least we’re not alone.

  Naomi nods her understanding and gives us both a gentle smile. “I understand. Promise me one thing though, both of you.”

  “What?” Colin and I say at the same time.

  “If he finds out, come to me. Talk to me, and we can try to figure something out. With the looks you two share, it would be obvious to a blind person how you feel. I only want you two to be prepared because we know it won’t go over well. This is why I think you need to tell your dad, Abby.”

  Colin twists nervously in his seat. “He already saw it, but I think I swayed him away from the idea.”

  “How did you do that?” Her eyebrow raise, unconvinced.

  Colin turns green when he looks at me, probably remembering weeks ago and this morning with Ashley. “Just said that I had someone else.” He clears his throat uncomfortably. “Can we talk about something else now? Please? I promise if anything happens, I’ll call you.”

  She sighs. “It’s two years till she’s eighteen, Colin. I want you both ready for what you’re going to do and how you’re going to survive it. I don’t want either of you hurt when this secret does come out.”

  I layer Colin’s hand with mine and look up at him, kissing the bottom of his chin. “Even if we have to be apart for whatever reason, I think we can make it through. Maybe I’m being naive again, but I have to have hope.”

  Hope.

  Yeah, I’m going to need
a whole lot of it. Wonder if I can buy extra on Amazon?

  “Alright.” She smiles and plops a tomato on her burger. “Now, that’s settled. What do you say we go out to the beach and watch a movie later?”

  “That sounds good, Mom,” Colin appeases, thankful for the topic change, and I dig into my hamburger again.

  I’m pulled from my deep sleep, hands grip my ass tightly and a thick hard cock pushes between my legs.

  “Colin,” I moan, unable to open my eyes. I wiggle against him and the grip on my ass becomes harder. Uncomfortable. Painful.

  “Colin?” I try to push back but I can’t. I feel powerless, stuck, my eyes still trapped shut.

  “Hush little one,” the voice groans, a voice that doesn’t belong to my boyfriend. I scream in response, my eyes flying open.

  It’s Victor.

  No, no, no, no. I’m shaking my head violently, begging him to get off me.

  “What did I tell you about telling anyone? I know you’re thinking of telling my son…but that’s not going to happen, now is it?”

  He’s hovering on top of me. He grabs my wrists and pulls them over my head. My wrist stabs in pain from his grip.

  “You’re such a slut, Abigail. No wonder why my son is fucking you.” His nose dips to my neck and he sniffs me. I’m screaming and crying for him to get off. Why won’t he go away?

  I can feel his dick at my entrance.

  “Do you want me, Abigail? Is that why you're naked for me?”

  NO!

  My cries are going unheard. I’m yelling for Colin. Where the hell is Colin?

  In a flash, I’m being lifted off the bed and pulled over his lap. “I’m going to finally spank your fucking ass for always disobeying me, Abigail. I’ll make sure you don’t sit for a week.”

  He lays a smack to my ass and I cry. He does it again and again.

  He stops and rubs my cheeks, his fingers moving between my legs. “You’re going to keep your mouth shut about this and your damn wrist, right? Because if you don’t I’ll give you the pleasure of meeting my cock.”

  “NO!” I scream, my eyes fly open and try to focus on my surroundings. I’m in Naomi’s living room and the TV is playing a different movie from what we were watching earlier. There are tight arms around me, shushing me, rocking me back and forth. I know right away by the Axe Temptation body spray that it’s Colin wrapped around me.

  I’m safe.

  It’s over.

  I’m safe.

  My body is racked with sobs and I bury my face in his chest. The nightmare feels all too real. Is this something Victor would do or is it my overactive imagination that’s doing this to me? Whatever it is I know it scares me down to my very soul.

  “Abbs, baby, what happened?” Colin’s soothing voice breaks me from the dark thoughts.

  “Bad dream,” I mumble into his chest and clench his shirt tighter.

  “I got that, but what was it?” His hand brushes my back, comforting me, easing me from the lingering skin crawling goosebumps of my nightmare.

  “We shouldn’t have watched ‘the Purge’ the other day. It messed with my mind,” I lie smoothly.

  “I knew we shouldn’t have watched it,” he mutters and kisses the top of my head.

  “Abby,” Naomi’s gentle voice makes me pop my head up. She brushes my hair back. “I brought you some water. Try to take a sip. Believe it or not, it helps calm the nerves.”

  Adjusting myself, I take the glass from her and take a small sip of the ice water. The coldness does help melt away some of my anxiety. Though vodka would work better.

  “What the hell happened to your wrist?” Colin booms next to me, making my already erratic heart skip a beat. Glancing down, my hand is mid-reach, handing the glass back to Naomi, and my sleeve and bracelet have ridden up.

  So much for hiding it.

  I'm grateful it’s only dark red, instead of purple and black.

  I need an excuse. Where the hell can I find one of those? I’m not ready to tell him about it. The last thing I want to do is make anything worse between him and Victor.

  “I’m waiting, Abbs,” he growls, and I look at him as more tears slip from my eyes.

  “I was um—” My eyes dart to Naomi and back to Colin, “rubbing it too hard this morning after our spat. Feeling guilty about what happened. It’s a nervous habit and I guess I did it too hard…” I ramble, trying to sound believable. Colin’s eyes close and he pinches his nose. His look alone tells me he’s not falling for it.

  “Why don’t I believe you?” His tone is softer now, worried even. I can’t help but wonder if he’s figured it out.

  “Believe me. I was upset, and I didn’t even notice I was doing it until I saw it.”

  “Now, Colin, just leave her be,” Naomi chastises him. “She doesn’t need you berating her right now.”

  Colin’s eyes open, and he sighs, resigned to the fact that’s all he’s getting out of me. He kisses my forehead. “I’m sorry. I don’t like to see you hurt, but if that’s what you say, okay.” I feel as if he still doesn’t believe me, but pulls me closer, letting it go for now.

  “Abby, what do you need, honey? What will help you get back to sleep?”

  “I think I’m okay. I tend to always dream funny when I’m not lying flat.” I shrug, not sure if there’s any truth to it, but it sounds good.

  “Come, let me help you to bed,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

  Yes, I’m sure that’s all you want to do, babe.

  His words bring a smile to my face making me forget my nightmare. Being close to my man in any capacity is what I need. He nudges me off his lap, and I stand. He takes my hand in his and we walk towards the bedroom when his mom clears her throat.

  “Colin, a word?” We both turn to face his mother who is staring at both of us sternly. Well, we almost made it.

  “Of course, Mother,” he answers sweetly before turning to me. “I’ll be there in a minute.” Kissing my cheek, he pushes me toward the room. They both go back to the living room and I station myself outside the door to listen.

  “Yes, mother of mine?” he says syrupy sweet.

  “Where did you think you were going?”

  “To tuck my girlfriend into bed?”

  “Mmm-hmm. That’s it, huh?”

  “Well, I figured we would wrestle first, then play canasta,” he jokes. I’m surprised his mother doesn’t hit him upside the head, but I giggle. And he tells me I have the smart mouth?

  “Don’t give me lip. I told you separate rooms.”

  “Mom, come on. She had a nightmare. As her boyfriend, I should be able to comfort her. All I was going to do was lie with her. Also, I'm twenty years old, you know.”

  “I don’t care if you're thirty. Until you’re married you’re not sharing a bed under my roof.”

  “Please, Mom,” he begs, making sounds of a dog whimpering.

  She sighs, resigned. I see his own mother can’t resist his pitiful charm.

  Wonder how pathetic he looks right now? Are his eyes big with his lower lip pouted, and are his hands folded together?

  “Tonight. Only,” she stresses, “I will allow you to stay with her, but no funny business. Please.”

  “Yes, ma’am. I promise.”

  Liar.

  Sinking into my room, I move to sit on the bed to wait for him. Moments later, Colin walks in, laughing. “I heard you win her over,” I muse, and he gives me a toothy grin.

  “What can I say? Mom loves me.” He shrugs and hops on the bed, making me bounce. “Helps that I’m her favorite.”

  “You’re her only child,” I roll my eyes, “and I believe it’s because you laid it on thick, Mr. Wagner. Did you fall to your knees too, press your hands together, and beg mercifully?” I raise an eyebrow at him, taunting him, but unable to keep the smile off my face.

  “Oh, you got jokes, huh?” He tackles me down to the mattress, pinning me down with his body, kissing the side of my face and neck.

  “You�
��re the only one I get down on my knees for.” His lips move to my ear, his hot breath blowing on my neck, “so I can eat your pussy like a delicious snack.” Colin’s hand travels into my pants, inside my underwear, cupping my heated core. I’m still achy for him since this morning. Even after that nightmare, I still want him badly. Him being inside of me will help curb the uneasy feeling that’s brewing in my mind, the thoughts of...

  Forget about it, move on. It’s over.

  “Too bad you made a promise to your mom, no funny business,” I tease.

  “Well, for now. She’ll be asleep soon and I still haven’t gotten my birthday sex.”

  “I never made a promise of birthday sex…”

  “Well, when I didn’t get anything wrapped in some colorful balloon wrapping paper, I assumed I was getting hot sex. You spread out on my bed, to do whatever I want. I figured the blow job this morning was just the appetizer.”

  “No, you took me by surprise. It was only supposed to be hot sex. You got a blow job because you’re a brute.”

  “Brute, huh?” One of his long fingers dips inside of me. That’s enough for me to forget any rules either of us was to obey. My nails claw and tug at his shirt, wanting to rip the cotton off his body, needing his bare skin.

  His thumb rolls around my clit and his finger wiggles in a come-hither motion hitting my g-spot. “God, yes—” I moan loudly. The sound vibrates in my throat, answering his question and my pleasure at the same time.

  “Shhh—” he hushes and smashes his lips to mine. With each gentle hit to that spot, my body quivers, bringing me to the brink.

  “Colin, I need you inside of me,” I pant against his lips, thrusting my hips to bury his finger in deeper, demanding more.

  “Not yet. Right now, I’m going to bring you to an orgasm with just my fingers, while we make out.” He sinks another finger in me, then another, his eyes never leaving mine. The delicious smirk I’ve come to love plays on his handsome face. “Once my mom is in bed, then I’m going to cherish every inch of your body. Enjoying every second of the best gift I’ve ever received.”