Chapter 7 Ambiguous Position

“You’re an injured man. My daughter can subdue you easily if you two get into a physical fight, and if you are trying to say you might take advantage of my daughter, I am telling you, with that injury you have, I doubt you have the ability to enjoy the moment,” Ted chuckled mischievously as he turned his back on me to walk out of the room. 

I was stunned at the father’s response. 

“Not that I am going to take advantage of your daughter, but I hope you don’t do this just to anyone,” I sincerely stated, trying to walk behind Ted. 

The father stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me. There were only halogen bulbs on so it wasn’t too bright, but I saw a bemusing smile sporting his mien. I waited to hear what he was going to say.

“I haven’t done such things to my daughter. I haven’t had the chance to tease her about a man I think she is interested in, although she keeps saying I am mistaken. And I haven’t entrusted her to anyone before. But I know you respect her as you do to me for saving your life from sure death, so I am leaving home with you by her side. Don’t think too much about it. You have other things to worry about right now,” Ted shrugged his shoulders and started walking again. “I’m heading out.”

“Can I ask where this place is?” 

Ted was holding the doorknob already when I finished my question. He stopped and answered me with his eyes looking at my face directly. 

“Think it through. If you still want to know the location you are now, you can ask Skye when she wakes up. And I mean to say, consider the saying the walls have ears.”

“I will think about it. It’s just that not knowing anything from home worries me, somehow.”

“Just let them think you died that day. This way you will get to know who is loyal to you and not,” Ted said with his back already to me as he steps out of the house. When I arrived at the main door, Ted was already driving his dark-colored pickup truck out of the gated yard. 

I stayed on my spot until the taillights of his vehicle disappeared from my sight. I locked the door and walked back to the room. I couldn’t lull myself to sleep, so I stared at the ceiling with my back on the bed, lying. I wondered bout many things. 

“I don’t know where to start thinking,” I sighed. 

I did not notice how long it took me to stay awake before my body surrendered to rest. The next thing I knew, I was being woken up again. 

“Good morning, sunshine!” 

I groaned as the sunlight beamed through the glass window while Skye was pulling the blinds’ lift cord. My hands moved to cover my face but as my left arm couldn’t move with speed, my right arm blocked the light from blinding my sight. 

No one has ever dared wake me up this way, but my wound did not fail to remind me where I was and who was the person with me in the room. 

“You have to eat your breakfast and take your meds. So, wake up, sleepy head,” I heard her voice getting closer, so with my eyes still half closed, I started to move. She was standing on the side of my bed when I got my body to sit up on the bed with my legs hanging on the sides of it. 

She was covering the sun from hitting my face, so I was able to look up. 

“Hi…! Uhmmm…” I cleared my throat. I was astounded to see the serene smile on her face. I felt like a child being taken cared of so lovingly by my mother. It felt warm and nice, but this feeling was too strange and new to me. I didn’t know how to respond accordingly. 

“Do you feel any pain?” Skye asked worriedly. “Let me see your wound,” she squatted on the floor to level her eyes with my midways and before I could resist, she lifted my pajama top’s hem.

“I’m. Fine. I guess. I mean, I am…” I stuttered. 

I just woke up and my morning wood was having its moment of the day and there was no way I could deny or suppress it. I tried to cover it with my hands atop my center, but when Skye kneeled in front of me with her body in between my legs, the ambiguity of our position triggered the stupid part of my naughty imagination.

"Fuck!" I cursed inwardly. I felt like morning had never been this agonizing in my whole life. I never believed in gods even though I know they surely exist, but in my chaotic circumstances, I prayed with all my heart.

"Good heavens, please help me...."

I bit my lips. I clenched my jaws. I closed my eyes in great torture but I am proud to say I managed not to make any awkward noise in front of Skye. Had it been any other circumstances, or maybe if I did not see the pure concerns in her eyes, I might have thought she was down on her knees to suck me off to a glorious release!

I did not understand why she thought I was in pain. But I let her do whatever she thought she should despite my awkward discomfort. And I waited until she deemed she was done with whatever she was doing. I just move one hand away from covering my front bottom since she tried moving it away. 

“No bleeding,” she declared. “The pain might still be around for a while, to make it go away sooner, you have to take your medications, Mister Patient, okay?” She must have been too focused on my wound injury that she failed to notice other things right in front of her eyes and nose. 

“Yes, doc,” I answered politely. The words hardly slipped off my lips as I cleared my throat fiercely.

She laughed at my words. 

“I’m not your doctor, Marco,” she said with a smile. 

I smiled at her contagious mood, then I pointed in the toilet’s direction. She must have understood what I meant to say was I needed to pee or wash up because she did not disagree and just told me to follow her to the dining when I was done with whatever I needed to do.

“I will set the table ready,” she said as she walked out of the room.

This view reminded me of her dad earlier that morning. 

“I guess like father like daughter,” I shook my head in amusement at my observation. Talking with their backs behind me and walking away from me at the same time.

I did not dally getting my face washed up. I arrived at the table at the fastest speed I could ever manage ambling my way to her side. The thought that Skye was waiting for me at the table was like a cold shower that put my fire out. My buddy calmed down and without the need to change my clothes, I stepped out of the bathroom to join her for breakfast.  

“Have a seat,” Skye cheerfully greeted me when she saw me again.

“Thanks. Your dad said he tried to wake you up before he left but you must have been too tired taking care of me for the past nights that you did not hear him knocking on your door,” I informed Skye as I lowered myself down to a chair.

“I am kind of a heavy sleeper, I am guilty of that. And my dad is used to it, so he must have left when he knew nothing was working on his way to wake me up,” Skye answered with a sheepish smile. Then she started to eat, nodding at me to have at my food as well. In between her bites, she would keep talking. 

“When I was younger, I witnessed a lot of bloody deaths. The memories of them stayed in my vivid mind for a while and it traumatized me to no end. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stand the darkness and I became phobic of blood. So there were times when I couldn’t sleep for days. But when I started to outgrow the fear, although I am not totally cured yet, I regained my ability to sleep and when I am on it, unless a bomb explodes next to me, I might not wake up. And I am still in progress to getting better at my sleeping habit as well,” she added so casually. 

“Skye? Can I call you Skye?” I asked. She nodded. 

“I am not a good person. Don’t be too kind to me,” I said with my eyes down to the food on the table. I noticed she stopped moving, but I kept my eyes down, not meeting hers.

“Marco?” She called out. I did not know why my head moved up and my gaze landed on hers as I wait to hear what she was going to say.