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“M’kay…”

“I think… We should really talk about what we talked about the other night in your bedroom… I'm here to tell you that you're my daughter, and I'm going to support you in every decision you make. While I don't want details, of course I care about who you spend time with. I know you don't want to hear that I care and that you'd rather believe that I should ignore it, but it's not.”

He paused to take another sip.

“I feel like I have to start to justify every decision I’m taking right now…”

"Not with me. I don't want justification for your decisions. I just want to assure you that if at any time you feel in danger, if you feel that he's not making you feel good, if you feel that he's not taking care of you, you'll come to me."

Silence.

"Just promise me you'll always keep me in mind."

"I promise, Dad." You both smiled. "Are you staying for another round?"

"Honestly, I was hoping to find you with company and kill two birds with one stone." He scoffed.

"I'm sorry... He’s usually around... and I wasn't expecting you either."

Outside the bar, Marc was still smoking when he saw Eddie walking towards the door.

“Isn’t it early for that?” Eddie shouted from afar. Marc laughed when he saw him. “Have you lost what little sanity you had left?”

 "No, but at least I'll keep my testicles for one more night."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Marc turned his head toward the inside of the bar.

"We have a glorious visit from the general. Her dad is in there."

"You're kidding me." Marc shook his head. "Now what?"

"How about you go in and introduce yourself to Daddy? Hi, Daddy! I'm the one who keeps your daughter stressed out every week!"

"Asshole," Ed replied, took a cigarette, and lit it.

"To me, that sounds like a great conversation."

"This is just what I needed to top off this week." Eddie rubbed his face in frustration.

"I don't think it's a bad idea to go in and introduce yourself." Marc shrugged.

"You just want to see me with a fork in my throat or a broken bottle over my head."

"I thought that was the plan." Eddie retraced his steps and walked toward his car. "Where are you going, jerk?"

"I don't plan on staying. I don't know how long her father will be here, and meeting the family isn't on my to-do list."

"Coward," Marc shouted.

"Look at me. Would you like me to come over with your daughter and tell you that I'm her little boyfriend?"

Marc shrugged, and Eddie nodded.

“That’s my whole point.”

After that, Eddie became less and less ashamed—starting to do drugs in front of you, doing them in the bathroom, to the point that your friends had come to feel like it was nothing. And this was the worst—he made it feel and seem so normal that your curiosity grew bigger. Every time he did it, you insisted on trying them, but Eddie never really paid attention to you. He never told you, but he hated to think that he would be the reason you got hooked on them.

One night, everyone had left, and you were cleaning the last things on the bar. Eddie was waiting for you in a corner. As you finished everything, a practice he had adopted since one afternoon when Nilda had to kick out a buzzkill and almost got into a fight with Marc, Eddie had just entered the bar when he saw it. He literally kicked him out, and after that, he spent all your late-night shifts with you, just in case someone wanted to make a scene again.

He took out a small sealed bag and poured the white powder in the bar in front of him.

You looked at him doe-eyed, “So?”

He sighed and put down the bag. “Sweetheart, what do you hope to get from this?”

“The experience! I want to go to college knowing how it feels to do them…”

“At the college you’re going, this kind of drug is not the one they use.”

You rolled your eyes. “Now you’re an expert on drugs?”

“No. I’m an expert in good girls pretending to be bad girls.”

“Well, if you’re gonna do them at my work, I at least should have a reward.” You said without even looking up at him.

Eddie grew desperate with the way you insisted. You had been pushing your luck for weeks. He slid the powder, creating a line in front of him with a credit card.

“Come here before I regret it.” You giggled and squirmed as you walked to his front. He wrapped a bill and looked at you. “You’re gonna take this and inhale hard—as hard as you can—no hesitation. It’s gonna hurt like hell, like you just inhaled broken glass.”

He instructed as you put your hair in a bun.

“The first time I took it, I felt like my whole body was turned on and off in a second—but even with that, I can’t tell you how it’s gonna be for you.”

“What if I take it wrong?”

“I’ll take you to my place for you to feel better.”

You finally leaned on the bar and took the deepest breath you could. You sought Eddie’s gaze as he just had his eyes fixed on you—in his eyes, pure regret could be seen; you could see how little he was enjoying this. He was positive about something; if it weren’t because of him, you wouldn’t even be exposed to this.

Your mind started spinning as soon as the powder hit your lungs—Eddie handed you his beer, and you took a huge swig. Your heart ached; you could feel electric shocks traveling through your blood veins, and your mind kept racing through a million thoughts.

“Now what?” You mumbled, and he chuckled. Pulling you by your wrist, he started pecking on your neck.

“That’s the trick, sweetheart.” He rosed his finger on your arm, which sent shivers down your spine. “You’re gonna feel like you’re invincible.”

He murmured in your ear and pulled you by your ass, pressing your core to him.

“Stop…” You whispered with a soft moan leaving your lips.

Your head was spinning, pulse concentrating on your core as you felt cold running down your veins.

“Oh, this is just the beginning, sweetheart.” He began to kiss your neck, short pecks but intense, and as his pace grew relentless, he finally stood up from the stool and lifted you, making you straddle him.

He started walking towards the bathroom; you were lost on his lips as you finally felt the cold marble of the sink. He unzipped his jeans and, before doing anything else, he wrapped himself in a rubber. Your mind was dizzy, but you helped him to get rid of your jeans and your underwear. He buckled his hips to slam himself into you. Your nails dug into his back, as you panted with every roll of his hips.

Every thrust was painfully delicious. You had never felt like this before, sparkles around your veins, a fervor running around your spine. He could notice how blissed out you were at the moment.

“Eddie…” You cried out, and he hushed you.

“You can take it, sweetheart.”

Frantically, he drove his last movements to make you convulse; every clench in your core made him squirm slightly. His hands gripped your waist, tumbling over you.

“We should really go,” He mumbled in you shoulder.

“I’m not sure I can stand up.”

He scoffed, “That’s the energy crash, babe. It comes after the euphoria passes. If it were something different, I’d give you a second sniff, but I won’t.”

He finally slid off you, and you whined at the withdrawal.

“But… you haven’t—” Breathlessly, you answered.

“I don’t need it.” He tried to move, but you clung to him tight.

“I want you to finish.”

He rolled his eyes and lined himself to your cunt, kissing your slit with his tip. He thrusted again, your body bouncing with each move as he grumbled under his breath. Hair drenched in sweat, his chest heaving as your legs ached from the position.

He finally spurted in the condom as he panted, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you just like this.”

“Sweaty, tired, breathless?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Yes, sir.”

A small chuckle left his lips, and he finally took himself out of you. “Let’s go, beauty. I need to get you home.”

You weren’t sure how you felt after that. You really wanted to label it somehow, but you weren’t sure if this kind of rush was coming from the ‘under-the-influence sex’ or from the drug on its own.

You just knew you had enjoyed every moment. The problem? You were almost sure Eddie would never give you the chance to try it once again.

When you woke up the next day, you could only feel the soreness in your center and the head about to explode. Your eyes were not even able to focus; you felt them heavy, and a crippling anxiety crawled up your chest; your head felt like you could rip it off—and the worst part of all that was that the rush you could remember was something better than anything else you had ever felt.

On the other side of town, Eddie replayed every moment he had gone through—the way he had succumbed to your pleas, how your expression gnarled at the first sniff. The way your body squirmed in pure euphoria.

And he knew well that face he had seen on you. He had seen it plenty of times with girls and friends; this was for sure not the last time you would want to try it.

He called Astor asking for some more, and before the sun went down, he was already at the trap house, a bunch of people surrounding the place.

“Gotta have visits?” Astor asked as he tossed him the sealed bags.

Eddie furrowed. “Not that I’m aware of. Why? Did Gareth or Kalen call you?”

“Those bastards don’t text me. They just show up and expect to be treated as royalty.” Both scoffed. “Just asking because you doubled down on what you usually ask for.”

“Oh.” Eddie nodded, “Let’s just say we’ve got a new friend around.”

“Is that little princess you’ve been carrying around, right?” Eddie shrugged. “Unfortunately for ya’ this is hellhole, and I get to know every step y’all take. I got the news about a girl getting in trouble at a bar, but you were nice enough to let me know with enough time to stop those rumours.”

Eddie was already taking a second stash of money just to throw it at him.

“Just be careful, man. She’s not like us.”

“She was just curious, but I saw it in her eyes. I just know this is not gonna be a one-night thing and I don’t want to be bothered or know she’s finding her own shit when she doesn’t even know where to hook it.”

Later that night, Eddie arrived at the bar. Nilda was cleaning the bar; a fed-up look was obvious on her face as soon as Eddie came through the doors.

He asked for your name as he sat at the stool.

“Late,” Nilda said without even looking at him.

“Can I get a beer?” She nodded and turned to serve him. Her eyes locked with his in a cold stare.

“Don’t fukin’ leave drugs on my bar again, you moron.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“C’mon. You’ve seen me doing it countless times, what’s the surprise?”

“That you usually have the decency to clean up after yourself.”

He shrugged. He had been busy with other things and had forgotten to clean up the mess you had left behind.

"I'll be more careful," he said with a serious expression. "She was in a hurry, and I wasn't as careful as I usually am."

"Eddie, I don't want you to involve her in this. I know it wasn't you who left that there."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He tried to appear unconcerned.

"In the months you've been coming to the bar, I know you do it in the bathroom. I've never once seen a single trace of anything, and it turns out that the day I leave you two alone in the bar, you leave half a line unfinished on the bar?" She paused. "And a used condom in the bathroom. Fuck off."

"Shit." He paused, thinking about how uncomfortable it must have been for Nilda. "Promise me you won't tell her you found it. We have enough problems without adding a used condom to the mix."

"I don't want her involved in that shit, are we clear?”

But before he could say anything else, you entered the bar like a bat out of hell, planted a kiss on Eddie’s lips, and greeted Nilda with the naturalness of someone unaware of the drama behind the silence.

"I thought you weren't coming."

"I'm sorry... I overslept, I don't even know what happened," you lied. All three knew you were lying.

Later in the week, Eddie was driving home with you as a passenger.

“Why haven’t we been pleased with Morgana’s presence?”

“Oh… I think she’s still very weirded out about the whole fling with Marc, and she hasn’t been able to face him.” You shrugged.

“So… a one-night stand ruined her nights at the bar?” You pursed your lips in a smile and nodded. “Weird.”

You furrowed; a weird thought crossed your mind.

“Eddie.” You mumbled before he pulled up at his garage. He helped you out of the car and walked with you to his house. “Are you… are you sleeping with someone else?”

Eddie stopped on his tracks to look at you. “The fuck? Where does this come from? Is this seriously goin’ to be the topic for the night?”

“Well, it’s just a damn question. You don’t have to be this pressed for a question.”

“The answer’s not. I’m not fucking anyone else. If I had the stupid idea of sleeping with someone else, you’d know it immediately. This hellhole keeps no secrets.” He went straight to the fridge and took out two beers. “But if you need excuses to fight, I’d come and ask the same question. Should I be worried about anyone else being around you?”

“For fuck’ sakes. Of course not. I would never think of that.”

“Why are you now getting upset? You’re the one who brought it up.”

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I fooled around?”

“Oh, honey. I know you wouldn’t do that. You like me too much for that.”

“Eddie, don’t tempt me.”

“I’m not, sweetheart; I’m just making a point. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, but you’re not mine?”

He grunted and stroked his face. “If I were sleeping with someone else, I wouldn’t have the guts to bring you to my house even.”

Yo shrugged and let yourself stumble onto the couch.

“Are you in the mood to fight, right?”

“I’m so sorry… I’m just… anxious, I guess.”

“Welcome to the withdrawal, honey.” You looked at him worriedly. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, sweetheart.” The cynicism was evident.

He took out one of the bags and cut the line in front of you; his eyes were fixed solely on the powder in front of him. You were looking at him with hungry eyes.

"You know what to do." You leaned forward and inhaled, immediately feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins. He was holding your hair in a ponytail as he looked at you. "Good girl."

"Thank you," you said with your back against the armchair, your head thrown back, and a false sense of peace surrounding your body.

"Damn it, don't thank me for this shit." He paused. "It won't do you any good."

"You do."

Eddie stood up and leaned over you, almost covering all the air coming in, staring at you, trying to memorize every gesture.

"I'm a lost cause, honey. You're a rich girl who's experiencing this shit before going off to fulfill her dreams."

"You're part of my dreams now." He shook his head.

"Nothing good has ever come from a bag full of cocaine and an alcoholic who's going on tour in a couple of months."

You both realized that the collision of your worlds was a mere coincidence that would end in a few months. You would have to prepare for college, and he would go on tour with his band.

  It started as something casual, a couple of times a week. Ed saw you enjoying yourself, dancing with Nilda from time to time. Somehow, you had managed to convince Morgana to return to the bar and put aside the awkwardness they had created that night. He even noticed how you began to flirt with men in the bar just for fun. He found it amusing until someone waited for her at the end of your shift.

That's when he had to intervene. It had only happened a couple of times, and it was always men who gave up when they saw you leave in Eddie’s arms. The confidence that the white snow gave you pushed you to test his limits, to flirt with strangers as if the risk were part of the game.

Perhaps it was your way of getting Eddie's attention, of testing the limits of his patience, or maybe you were simply trying to prove that you could still control something amid the intensity he represented. Every glance from strangers at the bar gave her an extra rush of adrenaline; it was dangerous, but also exciting.

However, amid the frenzy of the drugs, the excitement of seeing other men interested in you, you failed to take into account that it was Eddie who would be in danger if any of them didn't understand with a simple glance from him, which took its toll that night; a guy was waiting for you outside the bar, Marc was closing up while you and Nilda talked—Ed was chatting with Marc about some nonsense.

At one point, you noticed a car in front of the bar that looked very similar to the one your father drove— but before you could even warn Eddie about what you had seen, trying not to alert him more than necessary, you heard a voice in the distance.

"Are you free tonight?" One of the guys you had been flirting with the previous nights appeared.

"Oh, sorry, no. I'm not interested," You said without even looking at him. Ed and Marc watched from a distance, trying to give you some space.

"Come on, sweetheart. We weren't flirting that night so you could play hard to get." He got close enough to touch your waist.

Eddie moved in to push him away; Marc followed behind him, still unsure of his role in this altercation.

"She said no." The boy stood next to Eddie, looking him in the eye; Marc, who was a few inches taller than both of them, stood behind him like a guard dog.

"And you... are? I saw her very calmly flirting, for you two to even have a title."

"She said no, and that's the only answer you need."

"I don't think she has much decency if she has her boyfriend by her side and flirts with every customer in front of her."

Eddie smiled and, before even answering, punched him in the nose, making it clear that this was not the night he would put up with that. The guy hit him back, but Eddie was already getting ready and ended up on top of his opponent, punching him in the face nonstop. You tried to get closer to separate them, but accidentally you took a hit and fell to the ground. Nilda ran to your aid while Marc tried to break them up.

A loud shout came from across the street. Your father got out of his car to rescue you and, seeing Eddie in that scene, ran to pull him away, noticing that the man was no longer moving. "Eddie, for God's sake! You're going to kill him, is that what you want?"

Eddie was breathing heavily, as if that weren't enough. When he came out of his violent trance, he noticed that the person holding him by the arms and practically putting him in a headlock was your father.

"If I have to defend her, that's what I'll do." He continued to hold him with all his strength. He turned to look at the other boys.

"Get her into the bar, lock Eddie up, I'll call an ambulance." Everyone nodded. "I'm going to let you go; if you try anything, you'll have me to deal with now."

"Declan. You don't understand."

"I understand perfectly, but you must also understand that she is my daughter, a daughter who has never been involved in this kind of situation." He growled while Eddie tried to set himself free from his grip.

You were still disoriented on the floor, watching as your father subdued Eddie in his arms. Marc took Eddie by the shoulders and put him in the bar, while Nilda helped you inside.

Marc forced Eddie into the bathroom to calm down. He was still breathing heavily, blood on his fists and shirt, even his own blood dripping from his nose. On the other side of the bar, Nilda wiped your nose. You still didn't fully understand what had happened. Nilda noticed how your skin was beginning to swell and knew perfectly well that your eye would be black and blue in a couple of days.

The silence that reigned in the bar prevented anyone from even breathing heavily. Each of you carried a guilt, a fear, a regret that could not be put into words.

 A couple of minutes later, an ambulance arrived, and shortly after, Declan entered the bar, his shirt and hands covered in blood. Seeing your father in that state made you feel completely guilty. Eddie was locked in the bathroom like a feverish animal.

Marc and Ed came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. Ed approached them apologetically, and Declan cleared his throat when he saw him.

"Can we have a minute?" Everyone nodded and disappeared from the bar towards the kitchen.

"Eddie." Declan sat down on the stool.

"I swear I never meant to hit her. I don’t even know what happened. I don't know why the hell she got involved." Ed spoke quickly, interrupting.

"Eddie, I know perfectly well that you never meant to hit her." There was a pause that seemed to last forever. "But you should never have started such a violent act in front of her, even if it wasn't directed at her."

Eddie noticed his clenched, tense fists resting on his legs, his sleeves rolled up on that button-down shirt completely stained with blood, maybe his blood, maybe the blood of the other poor devil who had taken the ambulance.

"Declan." He tried to interrupt.

"There's no excuse. I understand perfectly well that that man was being rude to her, but that girl has never been exposed to a violent scene before. She's my daughter, and I never want to see her in a situation like that again. If you want to be in her life, you become part of hers, not her part of yours."

Declan didn't raise his voice, but his tone alone was enough to make it clear to Eddie that his daughter's safety was more important than anything else.

Eddie clenched his jaw. He had a lot to say, but he knew perfectly well that it wasn't worth burning a bridge that would never be crossed.

"I don't care what kind of life you lead; I care about the life my daughter leads, and she didn't have this before you, and she won't have it just because she's with you. Are we clear?"

"We're clear."

After some minutes, Eddie came to take you from the kitchen. Declan was drinking from a glass as he tried to ease up his emotions.

“You’re not going home like that.” He announced, looking at you. “I don’t know what kind of lie you’re gonna tell your mother, but you’re not coming home like that.”

“But…” You interrupted, and he shook his head.

“You’re gonna cancel that little trip you had planned for this weekend with Morgana, and you’re gonna book a hotel, stay there until you heal.”

Eddie looked at you immediately, and you just pinched your eyes closed. You had never mentioned the trip before because you were planning on opting out before it happened.

“Yes, Dad.”

You looked down.

“I'm gonna take your mom out tomorrow; you better take out your clothes from the house before we arrive. I don’t want a slight chance of her seeing you like this.”

A second nod.

“And don’t think for a second that I’m happy with this thing going on. But I'd rather hear her complaining about you leaving without saying good bye that her seeing you like this.”

You knew he was right. You knew this whole situation would make her take you out of the city without even looking back.

Before everything went even worse, everyone left the bar. You were curled up on the passenger seat; you could see how Eddie kept ticking his jaw. His hand rested on your thigh as he drove back home.

When you arrived at his house, just a second after shutting the door, he pressed you against the nearest wall; his breathing was relentless. He was towering over you, his chest heaving.

“If I have to beat up another fuckin’ bastard because you flirted a bit too much, I won’t be showing any mercy, are we clear?” He cupped your cheeks. “That jerk should be grateful your father showed up.”

He leaned and kissed you, and you melted into the moment.

You didn’t really want to admit it, but you loved seeing Eddie showing how possessive he could be at times. He would never ask you for something more serious, but he was not up to leaving you to fool around with different men.

“I’m sorry, Eddie.” You pleaded in his mouth.

“Just don’t make me pick a fight again with a man. I don’t need that shit right now—and don’t make me talk to your father ever again; that’s not for me.”

"I didn't plan for that to happen," You said with a hint of embarrassment.

"The beating or your father?"

"Both. But mainly my dad. I had no interest in you two meeting." You mumbled and tilted your head into his chest.

"Well, it happened, and I have no interest in it happening again."

"I understand."

"I also have no interest in being with anyone else, and I certainly have no interest in seeing you with another jerk. Stop tempting fate and testing my limits," he said as he pressed his lips to your ear.

“Promise.”

"Good girl. Now go get some rest; you have a busy day tomorrow." You nodded, kissed him, and went upstairs to his room.

In the morning, you woke up feeling his hands traveling from your back to your breasts.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He mumbled on your ear; you turned around to face him, and his face changed suddenly. “Fuck, you have no Idea how much I hate seeing your face like this.”

You rolled your eyes. “It happened. We can’t do anything but wait for it to heal.”

You noticed a small bag on his nightstand and smiled at him.

He said your name in a plea. “Are you serious?”

“Well, don’t you think I deserve a treat after the night I had?”

He sighed and nodded.

He cut the line on the nightstand and held your hair for you to sniff. He was stroking your back as you lost yourself in the feeling once again. You then crawled up to him, straddling his waist.

You leaned on his body and pecked his neck. He couldn’t even think of a better feeling than having your soft lips all over him.

Carefully, he found a rubber on the same nightstand and pulled down his pants just to wrap himself up. He slid aside your underwear and carefully slammed his cock into you. He grunted at the feeling and gripped your waist.

“This is all I can think of every time I flirt with them.” You mumbled on his chest, and he chuckled.

“Is that so?” You nodded. “Well, you gotta stop it.” He pounded from below, yanking you by your hair, making you look at him.

You cried out at the feeling, and he scoffed. “You’re mine; you don’t need to prove shit. Stop tempting your faith.”

“And you’re mine?” You whined as he bucked his hips.

He sighed, “I’m fucking you in my childhood home, you have your things in my house, you have me at your feet, you have me in the palm of your hand. I'm more yours than I am mine right now.”

As you were trying to come undone on his cock, his phone rang. He took it as he was still thrusting slowly into you.

‘Asshole. We are on our way. Better have good shit there.’ —Kalen.

“Fucking assholes.” He mumbled, throwing his phone to the side and tucked you into his chest. Heat crawled up your spine as he rolled his hips; your orgasm finally rocketed, and you fell upon him.

"Who was that?"

"Some friends are coming." He mumbled, turning around and pinning you to the mattress.

"What?" You leaned on your elbows.

"It's fine... They are just..."

A strong knock on the door took you out of the conversation.

"Here... They are here..." He sighed, fed up.

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