chapter 3

“Hard to believe it was 3 days ago” Tania thought as they walked toward the riverbank, where they had met for the first time. She could feel the small breeze against her skin as they walked together, hand in hand. When they reached the edge of the grass they stopped. She sat down on the edge overlooking the sand and he joined her. He looked into her beautiful eyes and began rubbing her thigh. It felt soft and smooth, she could feel the butterflies in her stomach as she felt his touch. It was nothing like Chris, with him it was about sex, with this guy it was about the romance she felt. He continued to rub her thigh when suddenly she took his hand with her own. He began softly stroking her knuckles with his thumb. She sighed and inched closer to him, he looked her up and down. He admired the softness of her dress and how it hugged her curves. He reached around and began rubbing her neck. He could feel Tania’s breathing intensify as she closed her eyes and sighed. When her eyes opened, she looked up at him with her beautiful hazel eyes as he leaned his head toward her. Their foreheads touched for a brief second as they closed their eyes simultaneously. He kissed her forehead softly, she turned her head and he kissed her cute, chubby cheek. He rubbed his hand up her soft arm and placed it against her cheek. Finally, he slowly pulled her in and kissed her on the lips, nibbling her bottom lip as he pulled away. “Marlboro Lite 100’s?” he asked. She looked at him puzzled and spoke “How did you know that?” He shrugged his shoulders “Let’s just say I have experience.” Normally she would be intimidated by someone who had been with women before, but there was something about him that made her calm. “Want to stop?” She asked. He shook his head and pulled her in again for a longer, deeper kiss. Their eyes shut as they locked lips again. His hands made their way from her shoulders down to her sides. He held on to her love handles as they continued, they felt soft and she squirmed a little because it tickled. He then slid his hands to her soft, chubby stomach and she instantly pushed his hands down. “No.” He asked what was wrong “I don’t like my body.” He stroked her cheek softly “I do.” Tania looked at him quizzically “Why?” He replied “Because your body is amazing. Its soft, its smooth and you feel as amazing as you look.” He once again tried to rub her stomach but again she stopped him, only with less force than before. “Please, I’m uncomfortable.” He gripped her hands softly and said “Only because you’ve been led to believe you’re unattractive for so long. It’s not true. You’re very attractive. Let me show you.” She could resist no more as he laid her on her back in the grass. His hands made his way up her belly to her size 36 C breasts. She moaned softly to his touch as he lowered his face to kiss her again. She began rubbing his arms, “ooh” she thought as she felt his muscles. He was much more built than Chris. She could feel her insecurities fade away as he patted her on the belly and jiggled her boobs. “Hehehe heyyyyy” She giggled as she tried in vain to make herself stop jiggling. She couldn’t, his grip was too strong. Finally he sat up and instructed her to sit in front of him. She adjusted her bra and did as he said. She laid back into him and he held her belly in his hands. He stroked and rubbed it slowly and whispered in her ear, “You feel sooooooo good. You feel so soft and so sexy.” She moaned in his ear as she felt his lips against the side of her neck. He kissed the side of her neck, the back of it and the other side. She was beginning to get wet. She looked up at him and they kissed deeply. His hands made their way up to her breasts and squeezed both of them, she moaned in his ear again. She could feel him begin to get hard, poking against her butt. Her vagina was positively dripping wet by this point. They kissed until suddenly she stopped cold. “Oh my god, I forgot.” She quickly gathered herself and rose to her feet. He adjusted himself and said “What’s wrong Tania?” She looked at him with fear “My dad, I have to get home. He’s going to kill me.” He felt the fire burning inside him as he rose to his feet. “I’ll walk you home.” She started to protest but he held up his hand, suddenly a burst of wind blew back Tania’s hair. “I’m WALKING…you home.” She could only nod her head as suddenly he smiled again. He took her hand, she gathered her backpack and they made their way to Tania’s house.

As they neared her house, she could feel the tension but a sense of calm. With him by her side, she felt safe and secure. He held her hand the entire walk from the riverbank to her house. When they were just across the street he stopped. He looked at her, kissed her forehead and said “If anything happens, I’ll be right there.” She nodded her head and cautiously opened the door, shutting it behind her. She dropped her backpack and looked around the corner in the living room…nothing. She tiptoed to the kitchen and leaned her head around the corner…WHAM! Her father caught her with an open handed slam right to the side of her face. Tania dropped and felt the tears well up in her eyes as she held the side of her face. Her father stumbled into the doorway with an empty bottle of bourbon in his hand. His eyes were glazed over and he pointed at her “You…you were supposed to be home an..an hour ago you little bitch.” She looked over to the front door but he was nowhere to be found. He raised his hand again but she got her own hands up just in time and his slap came down on her scarred arm. “Stop it you drunk sonovabitch!” She was able to scream out in between her tears. His face got even redder than it was “You…you….BITCH!” He raised his hand but bawled it into a fist. She covered up as best as she could but suddenly the door flung open accompanied by a gust of wind as he levitated into the house. Lewis staggered back and caught himself against the wall. “Who..whoooo the hell are you. Get ou…out of my houssseee.” Lewis raised the empty bottle but the Warlock shot his hand up and Lewis’ arm stood frozen. He spoke “No true man would EVER hit his own daughter. For that you need to be taught a lesson.” He flicked his wrist and made Lewis smash the bottle over his own head. Both Lewis and the glass fell to the floor. He crawled toward the kitchen and Tania looked up, her face and arm red with slapmarks. The sight of that made him angrier as he clenched his fists. He noticed an empty bottle near the sink and he put his arm out to make the bottle smash against Lewis’ head, knocking him to the floor. He then reached for Tania’s hand and she slowly took it. He helped her to her feet and kissed her gently on the forehead. She wrapped his arms around him and began to cry uncontrollably. Lewis continued to crawl around until Warlock then tilted his head toward the kitchen. “Where is the rest of the booze?” He asked. Tania pointed toward the corner cabinet over the sink. Warlock flicked his wrist to fling open the cabinet door. He then held out his hand and made one bottle after another levitate in front of Lewis before pelting him with them. One crashed into his chest, one bounced off his knee and shattered in front of him. He slipped on the glass and fell back first into the kitchen table. He looked over at Tania who whispered “That’s enough.” He shook his head and she said “Please, don’t hurt him anymore.” He nodded but then said with clenched teeth “Fridge?” She shook her head but he knew she was trying to protect her father. He then took a breath and said in a calmer tone “Fridge?” She slowly nodded as he looked at Lewis trying to gather himself as he refrigerator door flung open, catching Lewis right in the forehead, sending him down again. He brought out 3 more bottles of booze and levitated them in front of Lewis. Tania tugged on Warlock’s arm and said “Please no, don’t hurt my dad anymore.” Warlock then stepped toward him as he got to his knees. Lewis then covered up, murmuring “Ok, ok…no more, please.” Warlock kneeled down and spoke “Tania is an amazing girl. How DARE you treat her this way! Her mother…your wife…would be appalled by this behavior. This is not the way to honor her. What kind of man would abuse his daughter?” He then rose to his feet, “You are better than that Lewis. You used to be a man of integrity, a man of honor…LOOK AT ME!” Lewis’ eyes were glazed but there was a part of him still sober enough to understand. “Honor your wife and daughter, beat the addiction. Treat Tania the way she should be. Make your wife proud…..and clean up this mess!” He then dropped the bottles and Lewis flinched as they shattered on the kitchen floor in front of him. Lewis had blood running down the side of his head and there was glass and booze all over the floor. Warlock picked Tania up over his shoulder and levitated himself over the glass so she didn’t have to step on it. He walked her upstairs to her room and she sat down on her bed, still fighting the tears. Her face was a mess of running mascara, tears and redness of where her father struck. He sat down next to her and held her close. She continued to sob as she cried into his leather jacket. He stroked her head and said “I’m sorry Tania.” She said “Don’t be, you stopped when you had to.” He replied “He’s a mess right now but he can turn things around. Just give him a chance to do it. It’s going to be rough for a couple of days but if he falls off the wagon, I’m going to know about it. I know you hate what he’s become but you love what he used to be. Give him a shot to be that man again. He needed someone there for him as much as you needed someone there for you. Neither one of you were able to communicate. I just hope you two can change that.” She nodded her head “I’ll try.” He then looked at her window and nodded his head, it opened on its own and he made his way toward it. “You’ll see me around Tania. For now, get cleaned up and rest for a bit. You’ve had a long day.”