Well at least Levy has relented to a certain degree. I just want him to realize that Harper can make him whole again xoxo
HarperButterflies are still zinging around in my stomach as I leave the hospital late morning. The nurses said momma needs to rest more and when she was lucid, she impressed that I was not to stay by her side and should get into college.She is right, I do have a project that needs finishing and a paper to write up that is due in tomorrow. I bet Dylan has already finished his, he is such an A-grade student. Not that I am not, I mean I get really good grades but if I can put of studying at the best of times then I will. I’d much rather be watching soppy romance movies, my favorite are the fake dating kind or enemies to lovers’ type and don’t even get me started on Hallmark movies. To die for.There are no more messages from Levy and I may just be slightly obsessed with checking my mobile every few minutes. Stop it, he is busy he has a business to run. Yeah, but it is difficult. Out in the car park it is bright and sunny, I tilt my face up to feel the sun beating down on it since it s
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?”
Levi“Night, Levi.” Harper calls out from the narrow hallway. How I kept it together through dinner I have no fucking idea. I rake my hands through my dark hair then reach for the band on my wrist and tie it up into my usual man-bun. Her voice is as sweet as honey and the way her ass moves as she walks to the door is not leaving much to my imagination, nor as those Daisy Duke shorts she’s wearing, if she were to bend down I’d be able to see the color of her damn panties. My dick hurts.“Night, Sunflower, take care of your mom when you get in and try get the bottle away from her. Hopefully with some food inside her she might get a good night’s sleep.”“Doubt it but I’ll try. You know what she can be like. She’s testy at the best of times.” Don’t I know it. I’ve had Harper’s mom shut the door on my face one too many times and Lilly, God rest her soul tried hard with Harper’s mom too.“She’s so cool, right, Dad?” I hear Dylan say as I shout out bye to Harper having given her a casserole
HarperDamn, Levi sure is hot. I can feel my wetness in my panties. Being so close to him was such a thrill. I’ve been fantasizing about that man for years, I know it’s wrong because I was dating Dylan but hell, tell me a girl who hasn’t fantasized about their boyfriend’s daddy at one point in their life.And anyway, it’s my business who I like and don’t like. I’m back home now, the house is quiet. My mother is where I left her, on the sofa. She needs help only I have no idea how to help her. My sister, Taylor and yes my mommy named her after Taylor Swift, is clearing up in the lounge as I step through the wooden door that needs mending. What my mommy needs is a good man to take care of her, but first we need to get her to clean up her act.Taylor and I have tried getting her to see a doctor, to go to a rehab clinic and to go attend AA meetings, but my mother just gives up. She think’s it’s way easier to drown in a bottle than put in the hard work and face up to her life and start sor
Levi“What’s got you this morning?” Daryl asks me as he lays on the floor by a Harley and assesses what needs doing. He’s a lanky guy with carrot red hair, we grew up together and when he needed a job having been laid off by the big bike dealer here in town I gave him a job. He’s been a good worker for me for the last few years.“Nothing, just stuff on my mind.” I tell him as I head over to the kettle on the workbench at the back of this unit. I’ve got several units here in town and in the next town too. My business does well as a repair shop for motorbikes of all description you name it we can fix it, my favorite is when I get a vintage classic come through the doors. We also tinker around fixing some old rust buckets up and sell them on. That’s where the real money is.“You could have fooled me boss, you’re stomping around like a bear with a sore head. Don’t tell me there’s a woman involved.” He chuckles, I snort.“A woman, behave Daryl since when do I date women? You know I’ve not
Harley Monday came round way too soon for my liking, I spent most of the weekend daydreaming about Levi and wishing I was living with him instead of being at home trying to take care of my mother and my sister, Taylor.The college classes start in thirty minutes, I’m out front with Dylan. “You done your assignment?” he asks me, his brows furrowed.“Yeah, got it done, I think I’ll get a good grade. You?”“Same, it wasn’t a walk in the park though. Hey, wait I’ll catch up with you later, I spot Lacey I want to go talk with her.” Do I think it’s weird that my ex has a thing for my bestie? No, not really of course not, I mean I have the hots for his dad and then some. I swear, however, if Dylan found out, he’d probably not stay friends with me.I spot Tillie and Mylee two of my other close friends coming towards me, today they’re sporting skinny jeans and matching sweaters, cute. They often dress alike, don’t ask me why but it’s their thing and their clothes sure are cute. Their folks ha