“Okay, but um, would it be possible to have coffee?” I ask, unsure if I can handle any kind of heavy without coffee. It’s one of the few pleasures in life I allow myself. With a little sugar it’s the best thing ever.
“Yeah, Sweetness, we can do this over coffee.” He grins and leans down, presses his mouth to mine for a chaste but still hot kiss.
I’m in trouble when it comes to him.
Yep, that’s a guaranteed truth. I can’t deny it. He could ask me to do just about anything and I’d do it for him. Because he’s Isaac and my heart, without him knowing, has been his for four years.
Climbing out of bed, I go into his bathroom and quickly do my thing. I open the door and come face to chest with Isaac though where I’m naked he’s standing there in front of me in a pair of loose fitting sweatpants.
His hands come to my hips and I do my best not to flinch when he touches one of the deeper scars.
“These are one of the things we’ll be discussing, Amaya, so don’t think you’ll get out of talking about them. It’s happening,” he announces, and there goes my heart sinking straight to my stomach.
Closing my eyes, I nod my head. I can’t think of the disgust he’ll feel toward me once he finds out.
¡qué mierda de vida!
Isaac gives me a grand total of ten minutes to get coffee into my system before he started in on me with his demands.
“Time to talk, Sweetness. First things first, I need you to tell me about the scars on your back,” he mutters quietly.
How I wish Lincoln would wake up right about now?
Sighing, I lean back in the chair I’m sitting in and lift my feet up putting them on the seat. I wrap my arms around them and begin.
“When I was a kid, my mom would cheat on my dad. She would send me off on an errand or whatever while she did this. One day my dad came home early and found out about what was going on. He blamed me for not telling him. Said my mother wouldn’t stray if I were home. So this started the whippings. But they weren’t just the ones you get with a belt, no, I had switches as well. Sometimes he’d get one that had thorns on it. Other times he’d use his belt and not the side without the metal. The deepest scars come from the thorns and the piece on the belt that goes through the holes.
“My mom took this as her way of getting to do what she wanted. She didn’t care I would be punished for her actions. Guess you can say I became her whipping boy or in my case girl,” I say, taking a moment to close my eyes.
“Sweetness,” Isaac mutters but I shake my head. He wants to know so I’ll give it to him. Then he can make his decision on if he can handle all my scars.
“I don’t eat meat because my mom screwed up yet again, but since this had to do with the kitchen, my dad shoved raw hamburger into my mouth. I was forced to eat it since he covered my mouth with tape. This was my life until I turned eighteen. Emilia and I left home and got the apartment we lived in together. We’d made a promise to always be there for each other. She’d been my rock, the only person I could turn to for so long, I hate myself for not seeing the signs,” I murmur.
“You know Emilia as the wild child the one who loved to party. That’s who you fell for and I don’t blame you. I remember the day you two met because I’d wanted to go up to you, but of course, I’m the idiot who could barely string two words together, let alone speak to a guy.”
“Amaya.” I ignore his gentle tone and keep going.
“There were times I wanted to tell you of her actions, but I promised I wouldn’t because she was the only person I had at the time. Then when you broke it off with her, she’d been devastated and angry. Once she found out she was pregnant, Emilia seemed to change. As if she wanted to be a good mom. Then about a year after Lincoln was born, she started acting funny. I would go over there and she’d be barely clothed.
“The day I walked into the house and saw her screaming at Lincoln as she tried to drown him, I should have called the cops. I should have, but didn’t, because again of who she is. I’m pathetic. I don’t know. I’m supposed to be this smart cyber chick that can find anything, but I’d been blind to what Emilia was doing this entire time.”
This time when I stop to take a breath, I open my eyes and I open my mouth to start again but I don’t get the chance.
“Sweetness, you’re not an idiot and don’t ever say something like that again about yourself. You’re a beautiful person who sees the good in people rather than the bad,” he rasps.
Standing up, Isaac steps to me, bends and lifts me out of my seat, and then moves to sit back in his. He then shocks me further by placing a kiss to my temple. “Your dad’s a fuckin’ douche and if I ever see him, I’ll be sure to let him get a taste of his own medicine.”
Oh boy.
That isn’t the reaction I expected.
“As for Emilia, I never should have given her the time of day. What I should have done is not fucked around and came to the table you were standing at that night. If I had, I wouldn’t have missed out on time with you.”
Um, what?
“Missed out on time with me?” I murmur.
“Yeah,
