It's starting to heat up a bit between these two, I'm excited to see where this goes but my heart goes out for Harper and the situation she is in with her momma, I hope that with Levy and her friends they can get her proper help. Thanks so much for reading. Please don't forget to vote if you can xoxo
LevyThis girl is going to be the death of me yet. The way her ass moves, the way I want to slide my arms around her small waist and pull her against my chest and to feel my erection growing in my pants. But I can’t, she has to be off limits to me, and I am doing everything I can do prevent myself from doing something totally stupid. Only, it isn’t easy I can tell you that much.Jeez, what would my friends think if they knew I had a boner and the hots for a girl eighteen years younger than me not to mention, Dylan’s ex-girlfriend? Oh, and his best friend. I shake my head as she opens the front door to her house across the street.I notice that the woodwork needs painting, the window frames could do with sanding, revarnishing or maybe a lick of paint too. I make mental notes about the exterior, it’s clear that her mother doesn’t have the kind of money needed to bring this house back to life again. It won’t take me much to repair what needs doing or do some painting. It could be fresh an
HarperAnd I meant it. I did like his hands on me at his house. as his large, calloused hands touched me. But now my mind is on my momma. She’s so poorly and it looks as if she might have OD’d. I mean, shit. This isn’t what my sister and I are supposed to be going through, we know that.More to the point, my m0mma shouldn’t be going through this either. Nothing was the same when my daddy took off and left us. He’s a good man, but he just couldn’t take it no more and my mother was always a drinker until daddy left.Then it got a whole lot worse, and she hit the bottle even more, and started using soft drugs then harder stuff. It scares me to see her looking so pale and so frail as they put her on a stretcher thing and load her into the back of the ambulance. Meanwhile, Levy stays by my side. Damn I want him to put his arm around my shoulders, but he doesn’t. I guess he thinks it’d be weird.Fuck’s sake, I am a woman not a kid. I’m twenty, almost twenty-one. Beside me my kid sister is h
LevyI hate the smell of hospitals; I’ve been in them way too many times for my liking. Mostly during my youth when I played football in high school. Man was I always at the hospital, I even had a busted jaw once. That hurt like hell and back.Later in my young adult life I was in hospital when I fractured my arm and another time when I busted up my shoulder coming off my bike, a drunk driver had collided with me, and I was in bad shape. Stuck in the damn place for a week. The driver was fined and put away for a short stint. He could have killed me. If it wasn’t for the fact that I always have my wits about me and don’t drive like a lunatic, it could have ended a lot worse for me.We’re sitting outside in the waiting room, it’s stale with cream walls some fancy paintings of flowers hang, mostly on canvas. They’re kind of neat if you’re into that sort of thing. It’s not for me, I mean I appreciate art but I’m not gung-ho about it. Let’s put it this way, I wouldn’t step inside an art gal
Harper I’m not prepared at all for how my mother looks. She’s hooked up to all sorts of machines and looks, well kinda grey. Her face has lost all its color, her eyes are closed. Taylor lets out a little whimper. I squeeze her hand.“Hey, it’ll be okay. Momma is in the right place, the best place for her right now. She’ll make it. She’s just been through a lot. Stay strong, Kiddo.”She wipes her tears from her face with her free hand, nods and gives me a slight smile. “There’s my girl. Levy is going to help us. When she’s done at the hospital and they let her out, he’s got her a placed booked at the best residential drug rehab place.”“Is he paying for it?” Her voice is a whisper. “We can’t afford that?”“Yes, he is. He said he’d take care of whatever we needed.”“That’s a lot, right? I mean he’s only our neighbor even if you did date Dylan for a few years.”“He’s a nice guy, Taylor. That’s what neighbors do for one another.” She raises her eyebrows. Okay, I get it. She thinks there
LevyAnd finally, she sleeps. Her head is on my shoulder, and it feels exactly where it should be, even though I shouldn’t quite like it as much as I do I can’t help but love the way the warmth radiates of her soft cheek on my shoulder.Should I drape an arm around her? Would it look too much like we’re lovers? I know we’re not but still what would the nurses think? They can clearly see I am old enough to be her father, albeit a young father. Hell, thirty-eight isn’t old but the way I feel sometimes having gone through fatherhood with Dylan from a very young age and losing my wife Lilly, there are days when I feel old, like proper old.She breathes softly, it’s fast becoming my favorite sound the way she makes these adorable, cute noises. I consider recording her to listen to her when I lay in my lonely bed at night, when this hospital ordeal is over.A nurse passes us by and smiles warmly at me. She must think that Harper is my daughter. Fuck it, I’m putting my arm around her more fo
HarperI watch as my mother lays sprawled out on the patchwork sofa drunk again. It is the story of my life, she has one arm hanging down to the ground and a practically empty bottle of booze, Vodka I think, I can’t see the label hugged to her chest. Funny how she can manage to clutch on to a bottle of booze and nothing else. Her breathing is low, I wonder if it will be her last breath, do I care? I should but my mother has been a drunk ever since I can remember and a junkie, not the heroine kind no she likes cocaine and her boyfriends that come and go are her suppliers. I swear she only hooks up with low life deadbeats for her next fix. But yes, I would care, because you know what she is my mother, and she is the only mother I’ve got.I want to shake her and wake her up, maybe if she’d managed to stay clean my father wouldn’t have left when I was just a kid, five years of age to be precise. It still hurts. I remember him holding me tightly to him and kissing me, telling me how much h
LeviI know it’s hot in the kitchen where I’m cooking but more to the point it’s Harper, that girl is all woman but there’s a problem she is just twenty years of age. Being anywhere near her is killing me that and she’s my boy’s ex-girlfriend. Fucked up, right? You bet it is.I’m old enough to be her dad, okay so being thirty-eight isn’t like ancient but I had Dylan when his mother and I were just kids ourselves at eighteen. We had an accident, but hell let me tell you, Dylan was the best accident in the world. We loved him like no tomorrow, he was our entire universe, and he still is mine.It hasn’t been easy. When Lilly died three years ago, it was hard to watch her suffer whilst the cancer ate away at her and I became the only parent to Dylan. To be honest, I had to be the main parent ever since Lilly first became sick. I stir the food.“So, Levi how’s it going?” Harper asks me, is she standing too close to me? I like the way my name sounds as she says it, like silk. I wonder even
HarperIt sure was fun watching Levi suffer like that. He’s a man, I know he’s tempted and best of all he’s an older man, a man with experience. All girls like that, right? A man who’ll know exactly what to do, not like boys. I love his broad shoulders and those sexy, black tattoos he has running up his arms, let me tell you he is such a turn on. I wonder how big his dick is and cannot wait to get home later tonight to play with my vibrator thinking about Levi fucking me.“Earth calling, Harper. Where’s your head at?” Dylan asks as he turns to look at me coming through his bedroom. It’s painted in sky blue with a double bed on the right, his writing and study desk on the left wall and he still has his dinosaurs on display from when he was a kid. Some things will never change.“Oh, nowhere.” I tell him as I flop myself down on the bed, dumping my bag with my books in it on the floor.“I know that look, is it a boy? Tell me, are you seeing someone new.”“Hell no. Are you seeing a girl?”