Chapter 4: He Trained Me That Way

Sarah’s POV.

"If you need a shoulder, I'm here for you."

He says and then looks into my eyes making me goosebump because I never share my vulnerability with anybody.

I don’t like his sight. It’s dark. It’s very dark in this luxury car.

I feel his hand squeezing mine, and I can't help but feel a flicker of hope.

 I just told him half of the truth, the full story is the song I compose when I think about him. 

And he is the man I describe to him. 

Well, as soon as he speaks, I can feel my heart sinking. 

He didn't come back for long. 

It's like a confirmation of all the fears and doubts that have been gnawing at me for years. 

Even though I'm six years old at that time, I still never forget the feeling when we’ve been together.

"Don't make me laugh, Henry. You've broken your promise." I lower my voice and turn to the car window. 

Yes, you did. 

You promised that you would marry me when I grow up. 

But you disappeared.

"We were just kids back then," he says, and I can feel my emotions starting to get the better of me. 

I don't want to cry in front of him, but I can feel the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

I’m stressed. I’m so stressed. I don’t know if it’s because of him or because of my study life. I don’t know anything anymore. 

I just want to bury myself in an infinite dark hole where no one can find me.

NOBODY.

Before I can even process what's happening, he leans in and kisses me. 

It's soft and gentle, full of tenderness and longing, and for a moment, I'm lost in the sensation of it all. 

I feel my heart racing, my mind struggling to make sense of this sudden rush of emotions.

My hand touches his toned chest. 

I squeeze my thighs, my body hotter than ever as he moves his tongue playfully, stirring in my mouth. 

Then he licks my upper lip and lower lip while his hand caresses my breasts.

I start to move my tongue, touching his. We feel the sweetness through this touching as I’m hungry for more. 

The candy flies around the sky and the sweetness never ends as if it comes somewhere not this earth and I fly around to taste them myself.

As the kiss ends, he pulls away slightly and I find myself looking at him, my mind reeling with confusion and uncertainty. "I didn't expect that," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper, while I feel a rush of desire between my legs.

He smiles back at me and I can feel the warmth of his gaze on me. 

It's like everything in the world has faded away, leaving just the two of us at this moment.

It works. Fuck that, it works. I feel a bit alive at that moment.

He looks at me, his eyes searching mine, and I can sense the weight of all the emotions he's feeling. "Sarah," he says softly. "Tell me your problem and I’ll solve it all."

The car comes to a stop in front of a splendid mansion in an affluent area.

"I-"

As I try to speak, I feel my body heating up and my stomach starts to hurt. I lean out the door, desperately trying to vomit.

Stumbling out of the car, Henry follows me, his expression filled with concern, placing a hand on my back.

I shake my head, feeling the bile rising up in my throat again. "I'm just a little drunk. Don't mind about it," I manage to say before rushing towards the nearest bush and vomiting into it. 

It's not a pretty sight, but at this point, I don't care. I just want this feeling to go away.

Once I'm done, I feel weak and shaky, and Henry helps me up, guiding me toward the mansion. "Let's get you inside," he says softly.

As we walk towards the mansion, my mind is still reeling from the kiss and sudden nausea that has overtaken me. 

But as we get closer, I see something that makes my heart stop beating.

My dad is standing next to a woman I don't recognize, and they're both dressed in fancy clothes as if they've been out for the night. 

They intend to enter the house next to the mansion, but when my dad sees me, he looks surprised and his eyes quickly shift to Henry.

"Why are you here?" he asks, his voice sounding cold.

"Henry brought me," I look at my dad while feeling Henry's reassuring hand on my shoulder.

He looks me up and down, his eyes showing disappointment. "Why would a girl like you go to a man's house at this time?" he asks, his tone harsh. "Look at your dress! Do you want to become a slut?"

The woman next to him looks at me curiously, and I feel my face flushing with embarrassment.

 I don't know what to say, and I can feel the weight of all the years of estrangement between my dad and me bearing down on me.

But then Henry speaks up. "Mr. Raven," he says, his voice even, "watch-your-mouth-when-I-still-respect-you."

My dad snorts, and the woman beside him smirks. "You always were a good talker," my dad says. "Don't touch my daughter or there is no cooperation with DC."

I feel a surge of anger toward my dad. 

How could he cheat on my mom right in front of my eyes and still act like a good dad? 

But before I can say anything, Henry steps forward, his eyes locked on my dad’s.

"Ask your daughter what she wants, Mr. Raven," he says firmly. "If she refuses you, then that's your problem."

My father takes my hand and forces me to follow him. "Go home with me, Sarah. You shouldn't be here with him."

"NO!!!" I scream, my voice cracking with panic as I desperately struggle to break free from his iron grip. 

My mind is clouded with fear as I push against him, trying to escape for a while because I am scared to look into his eyes. Once I do that, I’ll follow his words in my subconscious. 

He trained me that way.