EroticReverie

Silas Sheppard

Thirteen years ago, I killed a man for being a rat. When I saw his daughter dressed like a fucking sex object, I only wished I could bring him back to life to kill him for a new reason, and make it a lot more painful that then bullet in his chest, and the one in between his eyes. 

I brought Roselyn to my cousin April, because she had two kids of her own and was the most motherly person I knew, and knew Roselyn would be safe with her. After only a few days, I knew I wanted Roselyn to stay with April. I didn't want that poor fucking child thrust into a system that might land her right back in the hands of someone like her father. Through all my connections, and calling in large favors that were owed to me. I made April her legal guardian. I wiped all traces of Roselyn being tied to the bastard I killed. As far as the government and anyone else was concerned. Roselyn was April's daughter biologically and her piece of shit father never had a daughter. 

I didn't go around Roselyn. I didn't think it was a good idea to confuse her, or remind her of the man that killed her father. But April told me several times throughout the years that she asked about me here and there. Roselyn knew my money was the money that April was using to clothe her, feed her, raise her. When April called me last week, and told me that Roselyn got a new job at a diner. I went to said diner. Checking on Roselyn, to make sure the establishment didn't have any seedy fuckers employed there. Yet, there was no Roselyn fucking working there. So, I followed her tonight. When she left Aprils, and drove into the city, to a fucking "Gentlemans" club. I was livid.  I didn't save her from having to give her body to her fucking father, just so she could give it to other men for a few fucking dollars. Sure I didnt know what her father was doing to her. I'd not even given a shit about her at all. When I'd walked into that house to murder her father, I didnt care that I knew he had a little girl, and that I was leaving her without a father. But the second I saw her fucking nightgown. I gave a shit. Because I didnt need to be told what he was probably doing to her if she was dressed that way. The fact "her" bedroom, was HIS. And his closet was filled with fucking tiny little dresses, and had a dresser in the middle of the closet, with tiny fucking collars and paddling instruments, it only confirmed what her disgusting bastard of a father was doing with her. 

When I'd walked in, seen her on that fucking stage, stripped down to fucking nothing. Two thoughts crossed my mind. One, I was pissed. Two, I wanted to taste her. 

The second thought wasnt going to happen, so, I acted on the first thought. Clearly she was stunned from seeing me. Then those fucking desperate fucks were yelling at her and I'd lost it. 

Now she sits in the back seat of my SUV , my jacket around her naked body as I wait for Lance to grab her things from the club.

"Are you taking me back to April's?" she asks. I look at her in the rearview. My jaw clenches.

"No." I answer. 

"Um, where then?" she asks. 

"My place." I say and she blinks, her brows lifting.

"What, why?" she asks. 

"Because." I growl. 

"pft." she blows out a breath through her lips. 

"You know, it's kinda fucked up that you kill my dad, then drop me off, and dont show your face again for thirteen years" she says. 

I say nothing. Because, it is fucked up. No argument there.

"pft." Another little breath as she rolls her eyes and pulls the suit jacket around her tighter.

"You know, Im not really in the market for another Daddy, considering the last one I had was shit." She says and I grip the steering wheel. 

"You talk too much." I say plainly.

"Fuck you" she hisses. 

I ignore her. 

"You cant just BRING me to your place Silas. I'm an ADULT. I can do whatever I want." She says.

"We'll see about that." I say. 

"Oh so youre just going to strong arm me? Make me do what YOU want, just like HE did?" She argues and I turn quickly and glare at her. She jerks back in her seat.

"Don't you ever fucking compare to me him." I glare at her. Her mouth snaps shut and she looks down. 

"I didnt mean it like that....but it's the same thing..."

"It is NOT the same thing." I growl at her. 

She lifts her eyes to me. 

"I just wanted to get some money, to move out." she mutters. 

"Then fucking ask me, dont take your god damn clothes off for it." I snarl. 

"I dont want your money. I want to take care of myself." She says.

" I TAKE CARE OF YOU." I growl. "ME. That's MY job." I say angrily and turn back around , silence falls in the car. 

"You havent even been around" she aruges. Her voice is soft, argumentative, but quiet. 

"Trust me. I have been." I exhale loudly. 

"Thirteen years is a hell of a long time to show your face then" she says and I say nothing. 

"Im a busy man" I say after a few moments.

"You dont take care of me Silas. April did. You just gave her money to do it." she says and I lick my teeth. 

"The only reason you have April, is because of me. The only reason you arent still dressed like a fuck doll for your father, is because of ME." I growl and she sucks in a breath and I realize what I've said and lift my hand to my face. 

"Roselyn I didnt -" 

"Fuck. You." she says, and her voice is sad and angry all at one and then Lance is walking to the car, right as Roselyn opens the back door.

"ROSELYN" I yell at her as I hear her stupid little shoes hit the pavement. Immediately my door is open and I'm out, grabbing her by the jacket, nearly making her naked in the middle of the street. 

"fuck you!" She cries and then I'm turning her and pulling her to me, wrapping my arms around her. 

"I'm sorry. That was a shitty thing to say." I say, admitting my wrong, and hating myself for what I said, even if it was true. 

She cries against my chest and I close my eyes, and stroke her long hair and rest my chin ontop of her head.

" I AM sorry. Please, believe me." I whisper. 

She sniffles and cries and her arms wrap around me. 

"Let's go"  I whisper. She takes a moment, but she nods and then I gently take her face in my hands and make her look at me. 

"Just because I wasnt there. Doesnt mean I didnt take care of you. I always made sure you were safe. Everyday. I promised you on those steps that I wouldnt hurt you. I didnt, and I made sure nobody else did either. No more dancing with your clothes off Roselyn." I say and she sniffles and shrugs.

"i dont like doing it anyways" she says and looks down with wet lashes. That only makes me angrier, knowing she was forcing herself to dance for men, even when she didnt want to, just because it was the easiest money. 

I tip her chin up and make her eyes meet mine. As I stare at her. 

"Let's go." I say.