Her house was tan with a light blue door, both had chipped paint. Some of the windows were cracked and the yard was overgrown. As we walked up the walkway, I noticed the steps were missing pieces of concrete. Getting to the front door, Malia turned around and looked at me with a mixture of hope and maybe appreciation. Hope, because she didn’t want me to see her differently after this. Appreciation, because I didn’t look back at her with pity. I saw her as a strong-willed, independent woman that could overcome anything.
As we said our goodbyes, I pulled her in for a hug and put my face in her hair to get a smell of her scent, that I was becoming to enjoy so much. If I could just bottle up the peaches and sunshine scent of her, I would be a happy guy.
Pulling back, I held her face in my hands and rubbed her cheekbones with my thumbs, while looking into her beautiful blue eyes and asked, “Can I kiss you Malia?” she didn’t answer, instead, she looked at my lips and kissed me.
It started out light, like she didn’t know whether to be eager or shy. It quickly became apparent to me that I might have a hard time controlling myself around her, when the kiss became heated. My hands found their way into her hair and when she opened her mouth on a gasp, I slipped my tongue in her mouth. I could taste the ice cream from before, which made this even sweeter. Her hands wrapped around my waist and she pulled me closer. We were so wrapped up in our kiss that we didn’t realize the front door opened, until we heard someone clear their throat.
7.
Kidnapped
Malia
Hearing my dad clear his throat was like a bucket of ice water got dumped on me. Backing away from Asher and his addictive mouth, while still holding onto his shirt for dear life I whispered, “Thanks for everything Asher. See you tomorrow, yeah?”
The heat in his eyes almost had me begging him to take me home with him.
Asher chuckled, “Yeah gorgeous. Yeah, you will.” I expected him to turn and go back to the car but instead, he cleared his throat and said, “Hi Mr. Williams. I am Asher Benson. Nice to meet you.” He said, while holding his hand out to shake dad’s hand.
It looked like my dad was not having it tonight though, from the way he smiled and sneered at Asher, “Sure kid. Try not sticking your tongue down my daughter’s throat. Malia lets go!”
Trying not to feel ashamed, I took one more look at Asher, mouthed ‘sorry’ to him, and walked inside with my father. These days, I felt like he was getting worse. Constantly drinking was one thing but I felt that he was just getting angry for no reason at all.
“Dad, what the hell was that? I’m eighteen. I can do whatever the hell I want.”
Everything happened in a blur after that. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor and there was a stinging sensation on my cheek. My dad was in my face yelling something along the lines about his house and me being a slut. Feeling wetness on my cheeks, I realized I was crying. I wiped away the tears.
My front door flew open and Asher stood there looking at me with a fury I had never seen from anyone before. Knowing that it wasn’t aimed at me still didn’t help when he came over to pick me up because I flinched. The fight seemed to leave my dad since he just let Asher swoop me into his arms and walk back out the front door.
Asher carried me to the front seat and sat me down, while looking at my face and gritting his teeth. “Asher what are you doing? I have to shower. We have school in the morning, remember?” I asked him lightly.
Honestly, I was still trying to figure out what the fuck just happened myself.
“Malia, you are not going back to that house. I’ll call the guys on the road and figure out what to do,” he grumbled with an angry undertone I didn't think I have ever heard coming from a guy before.
As he shut the door, I wondered where he was going to take me because I really didn’t want to see anyone else. I secretly wished he had left so he didn’t know what went on behind closed doors. The pity in people’s eyes when they looked at me was the worst feeling. I knew I was strong and independent and I didn’t want anyone thinking any differently.
Asher got in and turned the car on. When he started driving I asked, “Asher, this is kidnapping ya know?” trying for some kind of light joke to make the tension lines disappear from his face.
He looked at me like I was crazy and then his eyes traveled down to my cheek and he got angry all over again. I went to hold his hand. He avoided it and went for his phone instead. That kind of hurt, but then I realized he was going to call the guys.
When the phone started ringing through the car speakers I heard Ryder answer the phone, “Asher. What’s up, man? I thought you would be driving Malia home?”
“Are you home?” Asher asked, while grinding his teeth so hard I thought they would crack.
“Yeah, but Asher what is going on?” Ryder sounded nervous as he answered the question with a question.
“Just get Grayson to your house Ryder. I will be there in fifteen minutes.” Asher didn’t even give Ryder a chance to answer,
