Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ School of Love ❯ Chapter Thirty One ( Chapter 31 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"I went to visit her in the hospital. She seemed so happy to see me. The next day she was found in a gutter, naked, strangled, with her genital mutilated." He took a deep breath and sighed. "Her father had been raping her. She couldn't take it. Finally he killed her."

Leia pulled from him quickly. She covered her mouth, trying to decide if she was going to throw up or not. What a horrible ending...what a horrible life... Tears stung her eyes. Quickly she stood and rushed to the near bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She puked in the toilet thinking of how something so horrible could happen. Her father was bad...but...if she lived with him...would he be that bad? And no one knew of that girl's pain...no one could save her. Leia leaned over again and threw up once more as she slid to the floor.

He walked into the bathroom and rubbed her back. "You okay?"

She nodded and stood. Going to the sink she rinsed out her mouth and started washing her face. If that was what opening up was like, she was better off shutting up all together.

"I didn't mean to make you upset with my story."

She shook her head. "Not your fault," she said and she started drying her face. "Maybe we should call it a night."

"Yes, of course."

She led him back the main hall and was about to kiss him goodnight but pulled back. Instead she walked to her door. "Night," she said and walked in her room.

He frowned as she walked away. Perhaps he should have stayed his story for later....

Once Leia was in her room, she went to the phone. Shaking hands dialed a number and it rang for a long time before it picked up. "Dad?"

"Leia? Do you have any idea what time it is?" he groaned. "Look, about the last time I saw you. I sent you the mon-"

"It's not about that," she said softly. "I want you to know...that while this changes nothing...that I still won't forgive you..." He stiffened knowing exactly what she was talking about. "I don't think you are the worst father out there..."

He groaned. "Don't call me again with this mushy shit, Leia. This is ridiculous. Grow up." He hung up leaving Leia on the line all alone.

Slowly, Leia put the phone back on the hook.

"No, he's not the worst," Patrick said, standing in her doorway. "But he's certainly not the best."

Leia looked over at him. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest as he spoke. Once again he scared the piss out of her. "It's rude to listen in on conversations."

"I wasn't listening in.... I was coming back to give you a goodnight kiss." He smiled slightly, noticing her startled expression.

"Well...it's still rude. You should knock when I'm on the phone," she said and looked at the phone. It was the first time her father hung up on her...and the first time she wasn't mad at him when she called. Standing, she went to her closet and got out some pajamas then started to change. She knew she had told him she would try to show her emotions more...but when it came to her father...maybe it was best to hold it in. After all...her father doesn't rape her.

Walking over to her, he sat down on her bed. "I'm sorry.... I think that from now on, if you wish to know about my past, I will keep my stories related directly to what you ask about."

"I asked what happened. And that's what happened." She shrugged. "No big deal."

"You threw up after my story. I'd say that was a big deal."

"I also threw up when I was pregnant with your child. Who knows, maybe it's just you I'm allergic to," she joked as she finished getting her pajamas on.

"Don't joke like that! My cock could cause a pandemic...."

She laughed. "You know, there is a cure for that...Take one Leia a day and stay in bed for at least a few hours a day."

He laughed at that. "Well, Dr. Leia. I guess for medical reasons I should stay attached to you."

"You already took your medication for the day. You shouldn't over dose.”

"Are those doctor's orders?"

"Sure, why not," she shrugged and crawled into bed.

Patrick watched as she crawled into bed. Taking off his tie, he tossed it onto the bed post and started unbuttoning his shirt. When she eyed him, he shrugged. "You did say that I could share your bed whenever I desired."

She pulled up the covers for him. Taking off his pants, he let them fall to the ground as he slid in beside her. She rolled over, clapped her hands and the lights went off.

He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her protectively. He was afraid she might think differently about him after hearing his tale this evening. She had learned a lot about him, that was bound to make her think twice.

She turned to face him. "Do you still love her, Mr. McClain?"

"It was a child's love. Do I care about her? Yes. Do I wish that I had been able to save her? Yes. Do I still love her? Yes and no. A part of me remembers what I felt for her and is sentimental about that, however, I no longer feel that way."

That...wasn't good enough. But she said nothing. Rolling back over, she once again closed her eyes and begged for sleep.

"I am sorry that it's not the answer you were hoping for." He rolled over so that she could get some sleep and won't be bothered by him.

She sighed. This was not as great as she wanted it to be. The next morning, Patrick went to work and Leia enrolled in the boarding school. She end up starting that day and got classes with Lilith somehow. She plopped in her chair as people stared at her. "Keep staring and I'll stab your eyes with a pencil."

That day Patrick's mind was a hundred miles away. Though he worked relentlessly to the point that his arms felt as if they were going to fall off, he still kept working. Samuel stared at him most of the day, watching him work like a man possessed.

"Ye look tired lad. Take a break or ye won't be able to move your arms tomrrow."

"I'm fine," he assured him. Wiping sweat from his brow he started again.

"Ughh! This class sucks!" Everyone turned to Leia and the teacher froze. She started gathering her things.

"You can't leave, Ms. Johnson. The bell hasn't rung yet," the teacher said sternly.

"Watch me," she said as she slammed the door.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" He shouted. His words were quickly followed by a string of curses. He hadn't been paying attention and had gotten burned once again.

Leia walked out of the school building. It was only one in the afternoon and she wasn't going to tell Patrick she skipped...again. She pulled at her short uniform skirt in the cold air and adjusted her Irish hat on her head. "They sure do like their plaid...."

By the time class was out, Lilith was worried about Leia. She had stormed out in the middle of class. The teachers were furious. She hurried home to tell her father. Of course when she got there she saw Patrick, sitting in the smithing area with his shirt off and sweat glistening on his body.

"Oh! Patrick. I did not realize you were back." She walked over to him, dipping a cloth in cold water she dabbed it on his shoulders. "You're so hot..."

Patrick shuddered. "I'm quite alright, Lei-" He looked up. "Lilith! I'm alright." He shifted, grabbing his glasses.

It was about time for classes to be over, so Leia figured she would show up at Patrick's work and pretend to just be getting out of school. As soon as she walked to Samuel’s place she found Patrick enjoying Lilith's touch. She groaned. Turning around she headed for home.

"Oh Leia! There you are!" Lilith called, seeing her walking back. "I was afraid you'd gotten lost after you ran out."

Patrick shot up from his seat. "What happened? Did you skip again, Leia?"

Leia turned to them with a sigh. She was so mad...she started speaking Italian. Of course no one understood her but she went on and on about how much of a tramp Patrick was for letting some girl touch him when she wasn't around. The only thing they could understand was their names. When she was finally calm enough, she took a deep breath. "I didn't skip...I just...walked out."

Patrick sighed. Taking the rag from Lilith, he wiped his hands of smut. He winced as he did so, his hand burned from his earlier transgression. "What was wrong with this school that you walked out?"

Once more she started speaking Italian. This time, she poked him in the chest hard over and over as she called him name after name then turned to Lilith and gave her an evil look. Of course, Lilith was lost. She didn't know Leia knew Patrick.

"Is...everything okay?"

"Yes. Just...let me talk to Leia."

"You know Leia?"

"Yes, I do." He took Leia's hand, not bothering to wince as he pulled her away. "Okay. Please tell me what you have been saying."

"I saw you all lovey dovey with her," she said with narrow eyes. "I'm going to break her fingers and burn your skin off if I see her do that again."

"We weren't 'lovey dovey'. She came home. I was sleeping in the chair. She chose to wash my shoulders. I stopped her just a few seconds afterward."

"You didn't stop her!" she snapped and stomped her foot down. Man she had never been so jealous before. "I saw you two! There was no stoppage going on!"

He couldn't believe it. His jaw dropped when he realized what was going on. "You're...jealous of her?"

"Uggh!" Going to the bucket of water, she grabbed it and dumped it on his head. With the cold water and the freezing air, she knew he would feel how pissed she was. She then thrusted the bucket at Lilith. "He's cooled off enough now! Job done!" She turned and started grunting and cursing in Italian while making her way home.

He shivered, the cold water and icy hair nearly freezing him to the bone instantly. "Leia! Wait!" He ran after her, hurrying to catch her. Leaving his shirt and jacket behind.

"I wanted my biggest worry to be the fact that I have a feather in my uniform hat today," she said as she pointed to her beret on her head. "Now I pissed because you have a hard on for the girl that lives next door. How poetic!"

"The hat looks cute!" He quickly thrust his hands to his pants. "And there is nothing going on down there!" Though that was probably due to her cold water.

"Why do you think I threw the water on you, pervert!"

"I did not have a hard on!"

"I saw it!"

"My pants were bunched up. That's all!"

"You think I wouldn't know what it looks like?! It's not like I don't fuck you on occasion!"

He pulled at her. Taking her hand, he pressed it against his crotch. "There was nothing going on! If there was, the only reason it would was because I thought Lilith was you when I woke up."

She pulled back and started beating him with her school books. "I'm not buying that!"

He winced, but did not once try to defend himself against her onslaught. "What part of I love you don't you get!? Lilith is beautiful, yes, but my cock is for you and you alone."

She stopped but only because she was tired and the cold was getting to her. It shouldn't be this hard...being with him. After everything they had been through...it just shouldn't be so hard. She dropped her books and hugged him to her, his wet body pressing to her. They weren't far from Lilith, but she didn't care about it.

His breath caught in his throat as she suddenly hugged him. What was she doing? He hesitated, his arms slowly going around her. Had she forgiven him or was she simply tired of the fighting?

"This doesn't mean you are off the hook. I saw you with her...and I saw your pants." She pulled from him, now wet too. "But it's cold...and I'm wet. I want to go home."

He nodded slowly. "Okay then. Let's go home."

Pulling out her phone, she called for her driver. A few minutes later, he showed. Gathering her books, she slipped into the car, pulling Patrick with her.

As soon as Patrick sat down in the car, he looked up and sneezed, groaning as he laid his head back. "Cold water in winter. Really?"

"Flattened you little buddy, didn't it?"

"It may never recover...."

"Then I won't have to worry about Lilith hopping on you."

He sneezed again. "And neither shall you."

When they got home, Leia ordered a hot bath for her and Patrick. Of course, when she got upstairs, she pushed Patrick to his bathroom, letting him know he wasn't getting anything tonight. She then went to her room, stripped and stepped into the hot water.

He soaked in the hot water, letting the warmth relax his sore muscles. She was still mad at him, but there was very little that one could do to stop the body's reactions to such things. His cock had a mind of its own when Lilith was around. He sneezed again, sinking deeper into the warm water.

Leia didn't get out of the bath until the maid came in and told her it was time for dinner. She walked in so casually. Leia stood, a smirk on her face. "Go walk in on Mr. McClain and tell him dinner is ready."

"W...what?"

"I want to know if he gets a hard on.

Patrick groaned as he heard someone walking in. He turned, closing his eyes. "Who is it?"

"Dinner is ready, Mr. McClain..." the young maid said as she looked at him.

"I see...thank you," he said. He waited for her to turn around so that he could get out, but she never moved. "Is there anything else that I can help you with?"

"Standing...”

"What? Why?"

"I'm doing what I am told. Please stand so that I may leave."

"What exactly where you told?"

She shifted. "Please, I just want to do what I am told."

"Very well then." He reached out and grabbed a towel. As soon as he started to stand, he covered himself with it.

"Please...remove the towel...."

"What!?"

"Please...I really just want to leave..."

"Tell me why you were ordered to see me naked; and what part of me is it that you have to see?"

She pointed to his cock. "I have other duties...you are keeping me from doing them..."

He groaned. "Go about your duties. I will speak to Leia about this." Did she really want him to flash the maid?

"I can't..."