love is blind

She climbed on top of him again and kissed his neck and then back to his lips. For once she didn't worry about anything. All she thought about was him.

"I noticed some scars on your hips... how did you get them?"

She stopped kissing him, but stayed stradled over him. "Do we have to tak about it now?" She asked quietly.

"No. But we will definitly talk aboutt hem later." He kissed her again.

She nodded a little. "Later." She agreed. She then kissed him back, rougher then before.

"I!" hekissed her. "LOVE!" he ksised some moer. "YOU!" he finshed it and the kissed her again

Every time he pulled away to say a word she laughed lightly. She didn't want to stop kissing him, he felt so good. All of him felt so good.

And someone knocked on his door. "SON! ET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"
Paul's eyes widened.

Jasmin immediately stopped kissing him, but she stayed on him, frozen in fear. She wanted to ask 'What do I do?!' but she couldn't find her voice. The knot of fear twisted in her stomach as her eyes searched his own for some kind of answer.

"the closet... he hates it!" Hes stood up. "Just a second!"

She didn't have time to put on her clothes, she grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself. "You want me to get in the closet?" She whispered very quietly. She shoved her clothes under his bed and then got in the closet, closing the door quietly behind her.

He nodded. "Quitely." his dad yeled something that should never be said ever. "Hold on!"

She stood in the back of the closet and closed her eyes, trying to control her fear. She was able to see a little bit through the crack of the closet, it wasn't closed all the way, but it looked closed enough. She didn't dare move.

Paulput a shirt on quickly and wrapped a blanket around his lower half, then lay down. "Come in." his dad walked back into the room. "Im back... though u might want to know *hic* that IM DRUNK!" he hicced again. "oh... great..." muttered Paul. "WHAT WAS THAT!?" "nothing..." "Damn RIGHT! it was nothing..." he walked out of the room... closing the door drunkingly behind him. "Nice ain't he?" he whispered at the clsoet.

Jasmin finally let out her breath and slowly creeked open the door. "All clear?" She whispered.

"Yes." He welcomed her back into his arms. "We go through the same things...

She crawled back into bed and hugged him, cuddling gently against him. She thought until now she was alone with the torture she went through. "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"Well.. you do now." "escape... escape out the window. I'll meet you at the club."

She nodded. She quickly pulled on her clothes, even though most were inside out since she took them off so quickly before. She then kissed him quickly. "Be careful." She then pushed open the window and slipped out of it, making her way to the club.

Paul explained to his father that he might bring home a girl tongiht and et some. That was not his true intention, but acion is what his dad lied for, and if he got some action...