"Aria, what is this?"

Gently, she removed her wrist from my hold and looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"Did he do this to you?" I sharply asked.

"He lost his temper, he took things a little far." A slow tear slipped down the side of her face.

I exhaled slowly, internally fuming at the scene. I looked at her cheek and turned her head slightly. "Did he slap you too?"

Her front teeth sunk into her bottom lip. "Yes."

I looked over her head, forward. The heat of my blood was flowing through my veins, urging me to release the tension. My jaw was clamped, sore from grinding my molars together. Fingernails dug into my palms as I clenched my fists.

I'm going to kill him.

Swiftly, I moved away from her and barged down the hallway like a rabid dog of their large house. When I spotted the target by the front door, I stormed up to him and got close to his face, practically towering over him.

"You think you're a tough guy?" I shouted. "You think you can get power from hitting a woman? Your own fucking daughter?"

A startled Terry cleared his throat. "Step aside." But I'd be sent to hell before I obeyed his orders.

As he attempted to walk away, I slammed him into the wall.

"Kid, you're about to cross a line that cannot be taken back," Terry glared.

I sarcastically huffed. "You're a fucking coward. Give me one reason why I shouldn't do the same to you as you did to her." I stood only a few inches from his face. "Make it good, I could cause a lot more damage."

"Eli," Aria called softly from the side of me. I hadn't realized she was in the same room. I didn't care.

Terry snapped, yelling, "I'm her father, I will discipline her anyway I feel necessary! Get your hands off of me."

I stepped back for a moment and gave him a laugh of pity. "You're not the only one she calls daddy, bud."

I heard a faint whistle fall out of Miles mouth, wherever he was.

"Eli," Aria whispered again.

"You... " He turned to his daughter, then back to me. "You bastard son of a bitch..." He snarled.

His eyes turned from anger to shock - it was as if he's seen a ghost. The moment didn't last long before it turned to the same rage a bull feels when it sees red. He lifted his fist and swung it towards my face but I caught it in my hand and firmly held his fist in place. He wasn't expecting my strength. I crushed his fist in mine, hearing a slow crackle formulate.

"Dad!" Aria wailed. "Don't, guys - Let go of each other!"

Terry yanked his arm back and shoved his chest towards me. "Careful what you do. Don't think I've forgotten about you, Kingsley. I wasn't certain it was you until I took a peak at your records. It wouldn't look good for you to assault a police officer. Again," Terry said.

"Then you'd know that I have no problem taking care of an issue I see necessary," I said in a form of a growl. "I don't show mercy on the weak."

"Listen to me, you lowlife piece of shit, I will raise my daughter in any form I please. If I want her to move home she will be moving home. If I need to raise my hand, I will because she's my daughter. She's mine. I will not be having a guest storm in here and tell me how to act in my own god damned house." He shoved me back but I barely moved.

I backed him into the wall again and leaned close to his face. "Don't fuck with me buddy, I am capable of a lot more than you think I am. You think I'll act nice just because your her father? You don't want to test me. You egotistical fuck, if you touch her again I'll break every one of your fingers. Do not tempt me."

"Let go of him!" Annabella cried. "What are you doing!?"

"Call Garret from the office," Terry called out.

"Do you know what your husband does behind doors? Look at your daughter for fuck sake," I said while staring into Terry's eyes. His every move was predictable.

Aria looked to her mom with tears in her eyes while she held her wrist close to her chest.

"Dad, what the fuck... You hit her?" Miles asked with disbelief.

Was I the only one who took care of things around here?

Rage built at the sight of his grimace. His face morphed into another person's face, someone I hadn't seen in years. The smell of alcohol on his breath and the dullness of his eyes sent chills down my spine. It almost felt real. The things he's done to me, telling me over and over again that I deserved it because I am his son and he can discipline me as he feels. Constant torment, never being able to catch a breath. Drowning.

Training me to become a monster, forcing me to fight when I didn't want to, and using my fists until they were covered in blood and swollen; until I got it right. Until I was perfect. Until it was a masterpiece. Suffocating.

"She disobeyed me and I handled it. She's embarrassing this family. Flaunting around, spending time with criminals, being a slut-"

The vision of his face slowly melted away. I was slipping back into reality. But not without wrath. I punched the wall beside her father's face, so close to hitting him that I could feel the tiny hairs on his head. The wall dented inwards, caving a large hole in the shape of my fist. Her father jumped at the sudden contact.

"Say that again," I threatened.

"Stop! Let him go... I will call the police!" Annabella pleaded.

I threw him away from me and let his weak frame hit the wall behind him. I wiped my lip from practically drooling and turned towards the door. I eyed him and exhaled. "Don't waste your time, we're leaving."

I couldn't be in the same room as him.

"Come on, baby," I murmured. Aria stayed close by me while I walked towards the doors, her eyes red and puffed.

"Aria!" Terry snapped. "So long as you're with that boy you will never be allowed back in this house!"

Aria gasped while Miles made a comment. "Terry!" Annabella cried.

Her baby blue eyes pooled tears while she ran out of the door. I gave one last look to her father as I left the house, full knowing I wouldn't be coming back here. I wouldn't be welcome. I was relieved.

I unlocked the car door with the key fob and watched as she ran into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind her. I spat on the tiled ground while walking to the car, too angry to even have a smoke.

"Eli!" Miles said from behind me. I turned around to see him holding mine and Aria's suitcases.

I extended my hand and took them out of his grasp. I nodded. "Thanks."

Miles stretched his hand out. I glanced at it for a moment before shaking his hand. I was expecting a punch. It was firm and approving. "Take care of my little sister," He said with a nod.

I eyed him while releasing his hand. "I'll see you around."

I swirled the car around and peeled out of the driveway in silence. I sped down the long road with a great amount of speed, glaring at the scene in front of me. After reaching a speed that would certainly kill us, I slowed down and pulled over on the side of the road.

My hands were gripping the steering wheel, turning my knuckles white and almost ripping the skin of my palms apart from the stretching sensation.

Sighing I let my hands drop. I turned to her to see her watching me with curious, scared eyes.

I reached my hand up and pushed her hair behind her shoulder. My thumb was on her chin while my other fingers were underneath. I tilted her head up and moved it slightly to the side. "Look at your face," I muttered while holding her. Fuck, she didn't deserve to be tampered with.

"Let's just keep driving," She murmured and turned her head away from me.

I watched her for a moment, curious and nervous of her distant behavior.

Last minute flights back were more expensive than I thought it'd be. Daddy wasn't paying for her ticket this time which was better off that way. I waited patiently to retrieve the airlines all while maintaining a cold expression on my face, enough to have outsiders turn away.

Aria was quiet. The redness on the left side of her face was beginning to welt. It must have been a hard slap. The few who came close to us, mainly those who scanned our passports and took my credit card, eyed her face while making assumptions.

I placed my hand on her back while we walked towards the plane doors. She was still quiet. I handed the stuartest our tickets and all Aria did was give a small smile towards the worker, a similar expression to the one her mother holds.

She gestured for me to take the window seat, which I hesitantly did. She sat next to me quietly with a bite to her lip while she stared at the back of the seat in front of her. I side eyed her, anxiously. I was so used to her doing the staring and observing that I felt uncomfortable with the lack of attention.

When the pilot spoke, she acted like she was listening to him but I knew her better than that. She was in a completely different world while her thoughts overtook her. I wanted to ask what she was thinking but I was too afraid to know the answers.

Thankfully, no one sat beside us in the three seated chairs. We were alone, drowning in our own tension. As the plane lifted from the ground, she didn't listen to the instructions of the plane and propped one leg up on her seat while holding her wrist. I continued to watch intently. Every little movement she made, she never once looked at me.

It was killing me.

I glared up at the no smoking sign that was lit up in the dim setting of the plane. The seat belt sign flickered off and she unbuckled herself and stood up.

Without looking at me, she murmured, "I'm going to use the restroom."

I watched her walk away from me, scratching my lip from the anxiety of the unknown.

I stood up and quietly walked in the same direction as she was. She unlocked the bathroom door and I put my large hand on the door just above her head. I opened the door and pushed her inside of the bathroom, then locked the door behind us.

"What're you-" She asked but I cut her short by smashing my lips against hers. I backed her up against the door of the small room and rested my hands on either side of her neck while kissing her. Fuck this no talking thing. It was getting boring.

Her lips were shocked, immobile, but after the impact wore off, she began to move her lips against mine. She wanted this too.

I let my hands fall down her sides and hold her hips firmly against the wall. With no mercy, I kissed along her jawline and nibbled the soft, savory skin just below her earlobe. She gave a muted gasp as I continued my tongue down her sweet neck. Her reaction pleased me while wrapped my lips against her collarbone.

"What- What are you doing?" She breathed a whisper.

I continued against her neck. "We should join the mile high club," I hoarse, letting my warm breath hit her wet skin. She shivered.

Her nimble fingers trailed to my jeans and fumbled with the buttons. I pressed my chest against hers and watched her slide my jeans down. I moved my hands down the sides of her legs and back up, moving her dress up her skin, left to be exposed.

I gripped her lacy panties by the sides and pulled them down swiftly, only to discard them. I watched her reactions to my sly hands moving against her.

Pushing her knees apart, I lifted her by her hips with a hurry and let her use the wall as a support while she wrapped her legs around my waist without thought.

I wasted no time before I pushed myself inside of her with a hard shove. She cried out against our kiss, which broke our lips apart. I held her firmly in place while I continued to pound against her, each time going a little deeper and getting a little rougher. I desperately needed this - her.

Her hands found the nape of my neck and pulled against my hair. She let out another moan. I covered her mouth with my hand while I continued inside her. Her legs wrapped tighter around my waist as her breathing sped up and her moans became muffled.

She stared intently into my eyes while I fucked her. I kept my eyes trained on hers and let out a quiet groan by the way she felt. She was so tight, it was sometimes challenging to put it in her. But not today. She was dripping inside, I could feel it. She was completely turned on and it drove me crazy.

Her breathing sped up and matched the pace of my thrusts. I gripped her hip tighter with my one hand and she rested her head against the wall, letting muffled moan after muffled moan flow through her throat. The palm of my hand was slopped up by her own saliva.

I moved my hand from her waist and propped it under her ass then extended my finger toward her pussy to get a feel of how wet she really was. I glided my finger along her clit, my finger soaking in her arousal and she bit down on my hand, hard enough to leave a mark.

I moved my finger in a continuous pattern against her, while continuing to thrust hard inside her. She bucked her hips at the contact which only put me deeper into her, causing her to groan.

Her body started to convulse against me while she kept my skin in between her teeth. I hissed and groaned at the contact but it only turned me on further.

She couldn't speak with my hand there and gave no warning when she came, which she was lucky for. If I had it my way, I'd have had her screaming in continuous orgasms right here, right now, with many people listening in.

Her moaning was louder, higher pitched while she squirmed at my touch. I didn't stop my fingers nor my thrusts, only leaving her extremely sensitive with every bit of contact on her.

Her hands gripped the muscles in my back. I clamped my hand tighter against her mouth and sped my thrusts up. Quickly, I released into her, filling her up with my anxiety, anger, and need.

I pulled out, causing her a whimper and removed my hand. I planted her feet back on the ground and let her dress fall back down to her creamy thighs.

I looked down at her while my chest rose and fell heavily. "You're my girl?" My raspy voice sternly stated the question.

She looked up at me, her large eyes relentlessly a brightened blue color. "Absolutely, She breathlessly uttered. Her expression should arousal and stun.

With that, I pushed myself away from her and exited the bathroom doors.