EroticReverie

Kenzie

Heels off and in my hands, I screech with a laugh as I fall out of the backseat of my designated drivers car and into the gravel outside of the car. 

"Oh my god, she's fucking wasted" my friends laugh and I laugh, rolling around in a too tight dress, that is now up to my hips as I lay there spread eagle on my back laughing as my friend Jill hangs out the passenger window.

"get up you slut!" she laughs and I'm laughing hard as I push up off the ground slowly and my head feels like it's spinning and I laugh even harder as I stumble my way up the steps to the front , small bits of gravel stucks to my ass and legs and arms as I throw my shoes at the door, because, apparently it's too hard to carry them up the dozen or so steps to the front of my step fathers mansion. 

"Later slut!" my friends scream as they peel out as the front door opens, as I'm crawling hand and foot up the stairs like a dog, to drunk to stand. 

"Mackenzie." his gruff annoyed voice makes me laugh and a little drunk hiccup comes out. 

"Shhhhhhh" I say. "It's fine, i'm fine." as he walks out, bends over and helps me stand and then holds me as my head wobbles and my eyes drift shut as I try to control the spins I'm getting. 

"What has gotten into you lately?"  he says angrily. 

I just laugh and scrunch my nose as I try to fight back drunk tears. Oh god, it was the drunk crying stage. 

"Seriously, it's like you are an entirely different person now, just throwing your life away-"

"Don't" I squeak as I stifle a sob.

"Leave me alone" I say as I try to pull from his hold, but I was so drunk I couldnt even barely fight the hold on my arms. 

"I've had enough Mackenzie" he growls at me. 

"I wont let you act like this...she wouldnt let you get away this, and I wont either." he says. 

"Leave me alone!" I scream, and he huffs again and pulls me inside the house and slams the door shut making me flinch. 

My mother died three months ago now. She'd only been married to him for five years, before she got an aggressive cancer, that wiped her out in months after she was diagnosed. What did he expect? I lost my mother. It was this or throwing myself off a building or over a bridge. I wasn't even that close to her, we got along, and she cared for me and loved me, but I was teenager. So like most teenagers I resented her for no real reason when she was just trying to parent me. 

The drinking and drugs she'd done so well of steering me from, were now my therapy. They allowed me to forget her, even if for just moments at a time. 

John is just standing there, looking at me. A fucking weepy mess of a teenager, left in his care, a stupid fucking piece of baggage that his wife left him with when she decided to up and die on him. 

"Mackenzie." he says gently this time. 

I look up at him. John was filthy rich, and that usually meant that guys like him were bastards. They could get anything and everything they wanted, but my mother had happened to find a decent guy. John was great to her, adored her more than I'd ever seen a man love a woman. It was like romance movie, fairytale shit. He didn't have eyes for anyone but her. Devoted, loyal, filthy rich and hot as fuck. She'd won the jackpot, and then lost it. 

"This has to stop." He says softly. No longer angry, but looking at me with pity. Even in his own grief, he had to deal with mine too, and the way I was choosing to handle it, or not handle it.  

"I just want to die." I say with a sob and fall into his chest, throwing my arms around him. 

I feel the pause in him. I'd never hugged John before. Not once. But here he was, and he was all I had now, and I dont even remember the last time I'd hugged my mother either. Or had been hugged at all. When he finally lets the shock wear off, he wraps his arms around me and I cry harder into his chest. 

It felt good. It felt better than anything I'd felt in the past three months, it helped more than the drinking and drugs did, to just feel someone hold me. 

"Please don't say that." he says softly, and one of his hands comes up to cradle my head against his chest. 

"Please." he says pleading with me, and he gently steps back and cups my face and his thumbs swipe my tears.

"We'll get through this...together ..okay?" he says and I just cry and cry. 

"I can't" I weep. 

"You can. You will." he says and leans in, placing a kiss on my forehead. 

It was unexpected, and I suppose it was for him too because now we're just standing there look at each other. It was just a kiss on the forehead, just like my hug was just a hug, and maybe it's the booze in my system, but I swear that we're both thinking the same thing, About how nice it would be to continue this whole giving of comfort to one another. To let ourselves take it a step further, to let ourselves lean on one another for an escape. To feel closer to each other, since we were all each other had left. 

I blink up at him, the way he's looking at me, at my mouth, has me sobering up. 

"I miss her." he says. 

I nod. His nostrils flare slightly and his thumb that was wipping my cheek is now under my lower lip, the tip of his thumb tracing the line of my lower lip. 

"You have her mouth." he says and my lips part and his thumb pushes over my lower lip, dragging it along and I blink up at him. 

"I miss kissing her." he says. 

I wet my lips, because I was pretty sure what he was saying, what he wanted to do. 

"I'm so fucking lonely Mackenzie" he says and I nod slightly as I step forward. 

"Me too" I say softly and he groans as I push against him gently, my body brushing his. 

"We don't have to be." I say, barely a whisper. 

I watch him take a long inhale and his eyes look into mine. 

"You're drunk." he says. 

I shake my head. "It's fine." 

"No it's not." he says.

"Pretend I'm her." I whisper softly. 

He exhales harshly and his jaw clenches. 

"Kiss me." I say quietly.