Page 56 of Wrecked
That’s how my Sunday started, and it’s how I plan on finishing it too. Nathaniel and my mom will be home later this evening, but I’m going to enjoy the last few hours of peace I have left. Ellie will leave before they get here and sneak back over later tonight.
Then I’ll be doing a hell of a lot more than just grinding against her.
I stare out of my bedroom window and watch the neighbor’s barbecue in their backyard. Mr. Richards is teaching his youngest son how to catch a ball, while his daughter splashes in the pool with his wife. I watch with a yearning I haven’t felt in a long time. Only now, I don’t want to be the kid. I want to be the dad showing his son how to play ball. I want to have a wife that braids our daughter’s hair as she giggles at the faces I make at her. I know most eighteen-year-olds don’t think about things like this, but I’ve lived a life most would never dream of. I am far older than the years on a calendar tell me. When you spendnearly every day fighting for survival, you start to think about all the things you’ll likely never have.
But those are thoughts I haven’t had since meeting Ellie.
It all feels possible. Something I thought I’d never have feels like it’s suddenly within reach. I didn’t think I would be alive long enough to consider a family of my own. Even if I made it out of this house, I never wanted to bring kids into this world if there was a chance I’d end up like Nathaniel. But I’m not him, and I’d never lay a hand on someone I love.
I walk away from my bedroom window, back toward my bed where my beautiful girlfriend is lounging. I could stare at her for hours and never get bored. The thought of hurting her makes my stomach churn. No. I’ll never become that monster.
Not when she has become my entire reason.
My reason for putting up with Nathaniel. My reason for maintaining my scholarship. My reason for trashing those pills that belong to my mother. The thoughts that used to plague me are a distant memory. I’d never consider leaving Ellie on this earth without me.
She is the reason for all of my smiles. The reason my heart beats faster when she’s in the room. She is the reason I feel unconditionally loved for the first time in my life.
She is my person.
The person I can be myself around. Not the popular, fake, asshole of a quarterback I portray at school. She’s the person that accepts my flaws, the person I can break in front of. The one who will put me back together instead of kick me when I’m down. I don’thaveto be strong when I am with her. Iwantto be. That’s the difference.
I take a hit from the joint in my hand and pass it to Ellie. She giggles as she watches a man on TV run nude down a beach. I watch her cheeks flame, the blush painting her skin so perfectly. Her ability to hold on to her innocence, after everything she’s been through, is one of my favorite things about her.
I’ve kissed every inch of her skin. I’ve touched the parts of her no one has ever touched. I’ve licked her in places she didn’t know could be licked. Even after all that, her sweet innocence remains.
It’s just Ellie.
She’s lying on her stomach, elbows bent with her cheeks cradled in her palms, feet kicking the headboard behind her. Her hair is a chaotic mess from the countless hours in my bed, countless hours being fucked senseless. With my mouth. With my fingers. With my cock. She’s just as insatiable as I am. Every part of her was created just for me.
This has become a tradition every time my parents leave for their weekend campaign tour. Ellie stays over, and we hardly leave my bed as I show her all the ways I love her. We’ve been bingeing our favorite show since school let out on Friday.
WatchingNaked and Afraidwhile getting high has also become our tradition. Ellie is convinced we are going to do this one day, but I’ll be damned if people see my girl naked on national television. That’s just for me to see.
“I’m still going to love you, even when your ass starts sagging like that.” She cackles, pointing to the screen. That joint is definitely doing its thing for my lightweight girlfriend.
“Brave of you to talk about my future ass when your tits will be hanging down to your knees after the number of babies I put in your belly.”
“Oh yeah? What are we going to name these babies?”
“If we have a girl, let’s name her Luna.”
She snorts. “I am not allowing your obsession with Luna Lovegood to be responsible for the name of our future daughter!”
“It’s a good name!” I toss back, knowing full well she’ll never agree to it. “For a boy, I want to name him Michael.”
“Like after my sister’s bio dad?” she asks with a confused expression.
I hide my grimace with a cough. “Yeah, sure. Why not? He was a really good guy, right?” I plop down on the bed next to her.
“That’s what I hear,” she says, taking another hit before passing it back to me. I’ve heard all the stories. War hero. Good family. A friend to everyone. He was the type of dad Ellie deserved. The man whoshouldhave been her father. The man shestilldoesn’t knowisher biological father.
A small knock at the door brings me out of my thoughts.
“Hey Ems! Want to watchNaked and Afraidwith us?” Ellie asks, always happy to include Emmy in our time together.
God, I love her.
“Ewe, no. Old naked men? I’ll pass.” She makes an exaggerated gagging noise.
