Ezra Montgomery
Thursday January 24, 2019
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chapter eleven- like father like son

MY FATHER WAS RIGHT. I do fuck everything up. It was a trait I undoubtedly picked up from him. I didn't think that I deserved anything nice, so I self sabotaged.

I gave Nora her space, after the party, I hadn't talked to her since, because what could I say? I missed her, I wondered what she was doing right now, she was probably having a better time than me, as I was going through the nightmare that was family dinner.

I try and act like i'm not sad for them, I sit with my head down pushing around food on the plate. I feel my fathers gaze on me and it takes everything in me not to throw my drink in his face. My father is an incredibly smug and powerful man, I'm pretty sure he sold his soul ions ago to obtain his riches and wealth. My father is not a good man, he's crooked and doesn't care for anything that doesn't directly benefit him.

He dictates my life, he's the reason Astrid and I dated in the first place. It was only a matter of time before he found out we were done, this time for good. Part of me wanted him to know, I contemplated saying it then and there, if only to get a reaction out of him.

But instead I sit there, silent like the good little obedient boy I was trained like a dog to be. I hated that I was like this, as much as I wished that I could be the fiery rebellious teenager that I read about in literature and saw on cinema, it wasn't me.

I wanted to rein hellfire, I wanted to scream and shout at my dad for ruining me, but i'd just end up with a purple eye and fat lip.

He hadn't struck me in a while, it upset my mom, though she'd never say. I loved my mom, but I resented her. She was quiet, small and obedient, more traits that I picked up that I hated.

My father cheated on her, mentally and verbally abused her and she did nothing. Money had that effect on people.

After ions of silence my mom takes a sip of merlot, looking to me. "We need to get your suit made for the snow ball dance." She chirps innocently.

Fuck. I slice into my steak, chewing, giving myself time to think of a response. My dads dark eyes are on me, he says nothing, just watches, like he knows something I don't.

"He's not going anymore. Him and Astrid broke up," My father hisses out, as if me breaking up with my girlfriend was specifically effecting him. Narcissistic bastard.

My mom lets out a dramatic gasp, clutching expensive diamonds on her slender neck, as if she just found out the worse news ever.

"Im still going, with someone else though," I speak without thinking. My mom just looked so upset, she loved things like this, dances and proms and field trips planning and dressing me up like her little ken doll.

My mom raises a brow, her lips thin. "Why didn't you tell us?"

My dad lets out a light laugh, throwing his head back. He resembled a supervillain. What happened in his life to make him act the way he does? I think about that a lot.

I think about Nora too, the way she acts. So reserved, so closed off, when I get her to open up a little, it's back to closed doors again. But I know why she acts like that, to lose someone that close to you, I'm sure it would change me too.

I wonder what Nora was like before. would she even give me the time of day? I'm a spoiled rich brat and she's...she's damn near perfect, even now. I should ask her to the dance, she'll probably say no, I think she's still mad at me.

I look up from my plate to see my parents still gawking at me. "What's it matter it's just some dumb high school relationship, that wouldn't have made it through the first semester of college." I mumble.

"You've been with her for over four years," My dad says.

This is my boiling point, I set my silverware down with a clank, giving him a death glare. "You've been with mom for over twenty years and look at you guys, I don't want to be like you, and if I ever do become like you, I will kill myself and this time I won't fail."

The words hang heavy in the air, my mom burst into tears and my dad leaps from his chair, striking me in the face hard with his ring hand. It aches and stings and I welcome the pain. My mom cries louder, at the sight of blood from my nose and lip.

"You will never be man enough to be like me," he spits out.

"Good," I rise from the table, leaving. I don't even bother to grab a coat or wipe the blood from my face. I didn't know where I was going, I just know I wanted to leave.

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Subconsciously I knew were I was going the whole time. I stopped on my commute to Nora's house to pick up flowers, beautiful bright yellow daffodils. I got a few stares and someone even asked if I was okay, as my face was bloodied and bruised, I just nodded and exited the shop quickly.

I needed to see her, I didn't care if she was mad at me still, I would grovel on the cold snowy ground until she wasn't.

I finally make it to her house, it's around 8 o'clock and my hands are frozen, I knock on the door and it opens surprisingly fast.

I think I may be concussed when a girl opens the door that is definitely not Nora. The girl has big cartoon blue eyes, a pale face and dark hair, she resembled a Tim Burton character, she looked kinda sickly and smelled like weed. In an attractive way if you were into that kind of thing.

"Holy hot stuff," she says gawking at me with big wide eyes. "You're not the pizza I order,"

I stand speechless as this girl gawks at me, I probably looked crazy, but so did she.

"Did you get into a fight?"

"Um, is Nora home?" I ignore the girls question, trying to peek behind her, to see if I could spot her.

"Nora, your boyfriends here," she calls.

I here grumbles and giggles from a familiar voice. "I don't have a....boyfriend," Her voice trails off, as she makes her way to the front door, her eyes land on me.

Her face is unreadable at first then concern flashes in her dark eyes.

"Oh my gosh, Ezra," Nora pushes past her friend in the doorway, so that we are staring face to face. She puts her hand under my chin, moving my head from side to side examining my injury. Her hands are warm and her smell sweet, I want to melt into her arms, I felt safe here.

"I brought you flowers," I smile at her, then wince as pain shoots through my face.

She winces too, without saying anything, she pulls me into the house.

We make it to her bathroom and she says nothing, doesn't even look at me really. She bends down, sifting through her sink. "Nora, for christ sake," I finally say, looking down at her.

She looks up at me, with chocolate eyes. Her in that position made me crazy, her looking up at me from down there. fuck.

She continues to look up at me, biting her bottom lip. "What?" she says innocent, pulling out a first aid kit.

"Say something, I know you're still mad at me,"

She rises to her feet, her curls falling into her face. She hardly looks at me as she opens the first aid kit, pouring rubbing alcohol onto cotton balls.

"I'm not mad, Ezzie," Her voice is cool and low, I watch her intensely, the way her lips moved, the way her hands were steady, the way she avoided looking at me for too long.

I let out a sigh of relief at the use of the nickname she gifted me. "You're not mad?"

She takes my face in her left hand and dabs my face with the other, I wince grabbing the edge of the sink, staring into her dark eyes.

"Why would I be mad?" She begins, getting another cotton ball. "We're not dating, kiss whoever you want,"

I grab her by the hand she is using to dab my face, so that she'll finally look at me. She sighs, looking at me. "What, Ezra?" she sighs.

Her face is so close to mine, I wanted to fill the gap between us.

"If you kissed some guy at the party i'd be mad," I begin, still holding her arm, she doesn't pull away or break eye contact.

"I'd be so pissed, Nora," I say into her ear, she shivers lightly. I place a hand under her chin, tilting her head up farther, her mouth is open partially like she wants to say something, but she doesn't.

"I want you all to myself and the thought of you kissing anyone else...it makes me mad,"

She continues to stare into my eyes, she steps closer. I can feel her breast pressed against my body, I close my eyes breathing in and out, trying to keep my dick from getting hard. I'd take her right there if she let me, I didn't care that her friend was in the other room, let her hear, let the whole city hear. I wanted her.

I let go of her arm, only to put my hands around her curvy waist. Her sweater rose up slightly on the side, so my bare hands were touching her bare hips. She bit her lip, leaning in, she was going to kiss me. She was so close our nose touched and we shared the same breath.

I close my eyes waiting to feel her lips on mine finally. But it never happens. Instead I feel lips on my neck, surprised, I let out a quiet moan, as Nora begins to suck on my neck lightly.

"God.....what are you doing to me?" This girl, the way she made me feel, I couldn't put it into words.

Nora continues to leave kisses on my neck, my jaw and cheek, so close to my lips, but never actually touching them.

Her kisses were sweet and soft, when she sucked my neck again, I let out a louder moan, my dick hard as a rock.

She finally pulls away, picking up the cotton balls again, like nothing ever happened.

"Thank you for the flowers," She purrs out, slippery as a feline, as she continues to clean the blood from my nose.

I say nothing, just stare at her awestruck. Everyday she surprises me.

"You're such a tease,"

"Who did this to you, Ezzie?" She finally asks, once i'm all cleaned up.

I look at myself in the mirror, it wasn't so bad, it was only slightly blue around my nose and my lip was only swollen a little. My neck, however was purpling by the minute. I wore a big dorky smile as I looked at it.

"Oh, you mean this?" I joke pointing to my neck.

Nora gives me a stern look, not budging. "It was my dad,"

She gasps, saying nothing, giving me a look of pity. She pulls me into a hug, she's warm and soft around me. I pray she doesn't feel my bulge.

"You can't keep your hands off me today," I tease. "Did you miss me?"

She pulls away, rollin her eyes, putting the first aid kit away? throwing away the bloodied cotton balls.

We exit the bathroom, to find Nora's friend sprawled on the couch. She looks up at the both of us with a devilish smile.

"What were y'all shagging in there?" She asks in an obnoxious fake British accent.

Nora gives her friend a stern look. "Danielle," she says, and it wipes the smile off her face. God she was scary.

"Okay, all of you out of my house now," Nora announces.

"What about me?" I say with a pout.

"Especially you,"

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