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Amelia

Waking up in Nikolai’s arms and knowing it was where I belonged was the perfect start of a lovely day. The sun was shining, which was rare in the area we lived in, and I reached into the nightstand, grabbing my phone as I snuggled further back against my brother. Scratch that – he wasn’t my brother. Or was he? The line was so unclear. Legally, he was, but biologically, he wasn’t. What did that mean for the future of our relationship?

I had no doubt that we were a couple now, and that we were both in it for the long run. What of legal consequences, though? We’d have to look into it. I wanted to show him off to the world, make sure they knew I was his, and he was mine. I didn’t want to have to move someplace that no one knew us just so that we could be together without fear of legal ramifications.

Opening my phone, I pulled up the camera app and shot a picture of the two of us, my back pressed tightly to his front, his face buried in my hair. Both of our hair was messy, but the picture was just so adorable. I saved it on my phone, figuring I could print it out and frame it later to place in our new home.

Once I’d snapped a few other photos – I just couldn’t resist – I opened up my messenger app, only to see that Vanessa had sent me several messages.

Vanessa: SMH. Yes, I know he’s a dbag. Ths is y I need u arnd. I mk bad decisions w.out u here!

Vanessa: I swr 2 gd, dnt u go disappearing on me again! I hvnt hrd back frm u!

I chuckled at the next message, in which she must have meant business, because she actually spelled out every word.

Vanessa: AMELIA WELLBAUM, ANSWER YOUR PHONE!

I messaged her back, asking for her number, and she immediately replied.

After telling her I would call her shortly, I closed my phone. Looking back towards Nikolai, who was still dead to the world, I kissed him on the cheek before climbing out of bed and throwing on one of the cream pant suits my aunt had bought the day before. Brushing my teeth, I checked myself out in the mirror before applying eyeliner once I was through.

I had to admit, I looked good, until I gasped at the sight of a massive hickey on my neck. I hadn’t even realized Nik had left any. Part of me was torn between hiding it and showing it off to the world, and after a minute of deliberation, I decided that it wasn’t worth the effort. If I was going to be with him, I was going to own it, at least as much as I could without inviting trouble.

Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I crept back into the room, only to see that Nikolai had spread across the bed, showing off the soft, dark tufts of hair in his armpits, the blanket pushed down enough to reveal the beginning of his happy trail.

The night before had been absolutely perfect. And the best part is, I didn’t even freak out. I did get nervous thinking of taking him in my mouth, but it turned out he didn’t mind me just loving him by kissing and licking as opposed to taking him all the way. If he knew why I did that, he gave no indication.

Hell, for all he knew, our father never even got to the point of touching me sexually. He could think that he’d just gotten my bottoms off and roughed me up a little. If only that had been the case, I thought wryly, reaching up to touch the bruise on my cheek, which was visible since I hadn’t covered it today the way I had the day before.

I almost wished that Nikolai would never find out how far my father had gone, so that he would never have to see how tainted I was. I didn’t want him to look at me differently than he had the night before, when his eyes held so much longing and adoration. Would he look at me with pity instead? Would he think I was too damaged to be with? Or would he force himself to be with me, just to spare my feelings, despite not wanting to touch me?

I knew, somewhere deep down, that those sort of thoughts were distorted, but I couldn’t help them. After being on the receiving end of that sort of disrespect, the controlling, disgusting lust in my father’s green eyes as he’d taken away my autonomy, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to look Nikolai in the eyes and tell him what happened.

The horrific experience I’d had with my father was the complete opposite of the night prior. Nikolai had been so tender, so gentle, until he wasn’t. But even when he took control of our coupling, sending me to heights wilder than any dream, he clearly took care to make sure I was pleasured, made sure I was on board and ready and willing. He even seemed to get off on it; it finished so quickly after he’d made me sit on his face.

As I headed towards the kitchen, I took note of the pleasant soreness between my legs, muscles that I’d never used before now worn out. I tried to walk normally, but I could tell my steps were a little slower than usual. Despite that, I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face. I was safe. I was loved. And I’d been very, very well loved the night before.

Aunt Sharron stood at the counter, wearing a pair of jean shorts tipobet365 güvenilirmi cutoff at the knee and a purple tank top. I swear, the woman loved the color so much, I was surprised she wasn’t rocking purple highlights. ” All natural, darling ,” She’d always tell me, with a wink, when I asked why she didn’t. ” The ladies like me that way .”

Her sharp blue eyes took in my appearance, and she arched a knowing eyebrow before speaking. “So I see that you two had a rather important discussion?” Her gaze focused on my neck, and I cleared my throat, bringing my hand to it. “No need to hide it, at least not from me. How you want to handle the rest of the world is up to you.”

I nodded slowly, understanding what she was saying. “Do you know if it’s legal for us to be together now, since we’re not related by blood?”

“I doubt anyone would stop you, although I’m not sure about the legalities of it should you want to make it legal one day.”

Nodding again, I scooted past her to pour myself a mug of coffee. “Thank you, Aunt Sharron.”

“Oh, sweet girl. You only deserve all the good things, and that boy? He’s one of them.”

“I love him,” I told her, a small smile gracing my lips.

“I know you do. Anyone can see the way you two feel about each other, just by watching you together. Now, tell me. How was it?”

My cheeks flamed, and I averted my eyes. Aunt Sharron began to clap, cackling with glee.

“Oh, that good, huh? Well! Good for you! Now, if only I could find myself a lady friend to make me turn that color!”

Groaning, I pinched my temples, wanting desperately to erase the mental image that was forming in my mind.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But in all seriousness, when was the last time you’ve been to the doctor? Probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to get you checked up on and maybe on some birth control. Been a while since I was with a man,” She shuddered, as though thinking of something horrific. “But I remember condoms being no fun.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “That’s probably a wise idea. Do you think there’s a clinic that could get me in today?”

She looked at me as though I’d grown a second head. “My girl is absolutely not going to a clinic when I have a perfectly good doctor who I trust. I’ll call my gynecologist and see if she can get you in soon.”

While she was on the phone, I plated a pancake, along with a few sausage links and some of the fresh fruit that she’d laid out for us. She came back into the room, letting me know that the doctor had a cancellation, and could see me in an hour.

I made my way to the library, where I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed Vanessa’s number. I wasn’t sure if she’d be in school or not, but knowing her, she’d find a way to either take my call or message me back. To be entirely honest, the concept of messaging with people held very little appeal to me after years of face-to-face communication.

It got to be overwhelming, the expectation of constant availability to talk to people. I was sure I’d adapt to it, and probably even grow to love being able to connect with someone via a short, typed out message, but for now, I was trying to take baby steps.

As the phone rang, I took a deep breath. I wasn’t even sure what I would say to her, but what I did know was that I missed my old friend dearly. After what seemed like an eternity of ring playing back into my ear, the phone connected, and I heard Veronica’s voice.

“Hello?” Her voice was a little lower-pitched than I’d remembered, as though it had grown stronger as she grew bigger over the years I’d missed.

It took a few seconds, but finally, I was able to make my mouth move. “Veronica?”

“Holy fucking shit, Amelia, is that you?”

I nodded before remembering that she couldn’t see me. “Yeah, it’s me.”

“Okay, hold on, let me get some privacy, and then we’ll talk.” I heard shuffling sounds and a bell ringing before her voice came back over the line. I took the time to catch my breath. It felt like I’d been hit by a truck, trying to figure out something, anything to say that wouldn’t make me sound like the severely out-of-touch teenager that I was. “Sorry about that, I was in a store. Holy shit! Mia, it’s so good to hear your voice!”

“It’s good to hear your’s, too,” I said, voice cracking.

“I missed you. Like, you have no idea. Holy shit, I seriously cannot believe you’re on the phone right now. I thought I’d never hear from you again.”

“It was hard without you,” I whispered, closing my eyes as I thought back to those early days at the cult. The fights with dad. The tears. The screaming about wanting to go home. Trying, so hard, to find someone, anyone, to be my friend other than Nikolai, who was quickly put to work in the fields.

“Okay, so spill. I need to know everything. No details left out!”

I could hear her voice, but couldn’t see her face, and I started to panic. What was keeping me from never seeing her again? I felt my eyes begin tipobet365 yeni giriş to water as I desperately gasped for air, fighting to be able to speak. “Actually, is there any way that we can talk in person, before I start classes on Monday?”

I had to hold the phone away from my ear at the shriek that sounded from her end. “You’re starting back Monday! Oh my god, yes! And yes, since I’ve only got one credit needed to finish the semester, I have Tuesdays and Thursdays off, so I’m just off shopping. We could maybe get lunch?”

I checked the time on the large grandfather clock that sat in the corner of the room. Nine o’clock. “I have an appointment at ten that I’m about to leave for, but maybe we could meet at 11:30?” I had to fight to get the words out. I couldn’t explain the complete anxiety that had come over me, but I managed to hold it together for just a little while longer.

After agreeing on the time and place, we disconnected the call, and I pressed my hand to my chest, trying to steady my breathing. Closing my eyes, I told myself that there would be time to fall apart later, when there wasn’t so much to do.

Even though I knew I was surrounded by loved ones, as I stood there, staring out the window to the library, I felt completely and totally alone. The weight of the changes around me weighed heavily on my shoulders. I knew that I was behind on everything, and realistically, I knew it was unlikely I’d be able to graduate with my friends.

I hadn’t mentioned it to Nikolai, but they said that given my circumstances, I’d have to take a placement test to figure out what grade I should be in. I realized that it would be a miracle if I even placed as a junior in high school, given that I was removed from school when I was just barely a freshman.

I could just see it. Me, eighteen years old, forced into a sophomore class full of fifteen and sixteen year olds. There was no way I’d survive that sort of humiliation, especially not once word got around how I’d spent the last few years.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I felt a tear spill over right when a set of warm, strong arms wrapped around me from behind. The scent of Nikolai’s new body wash surrounded me, something woodsy and warm that had me inhaling deeply. His lips brushed against my ear before he spoke, his voice low.

All that he said was, “I’m here,” And I turned to him, throwing my arms around his waist and leaning my head against his chest.

“Thank you,” I whispered after a moment of him just holding me. “I feel so silly for crying,” I said.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He took my face in his hands, lovingly brushing his thumbs along my cheekbones. “This, all of this, is overwhelming. And as good as everything is, it feels like it could all be ripped away so easily.”

I nodded, staring up into his eyes, which were softer in the morning light. “You’re right. You’re so right. I just made plans with Vanessa, and I got to thinking about school, and I just…” I trailed off before I went into my utter distress about the placement assessment.

“You just what?” He asked, undeterred.

“They want me to take this test,” I started, meeting his eyes without elaborating.

“The school?” He asked.

I nodded.

He tugged his lip between his teeth, recognition flickering in his eyes. “That’s right. If you don’t have the proper records, sometimes they’ll do that. And you’re worried about where you’ll wind up?”

“Yes. Very concerned. I don’t think I’d be okay, stuck in high school for years when I’m already an adult, should I not place with my current grade level.”

“I’ll tell you what. After you get home, we’ll see if we can find one of those tests online, and we’ll spend time the next few days studying for it. That way, you’re as caught up as you can be. And if that doesn’t work, we can look into other options, okay?”

“Thank you, Nik,” I said, offering him a small smile. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Well, for starters, you probably wouldn’t be as popular as you are. Everyone knows that the coolest kids are exponentially cooler when they’ve got a handsome, beloved older sibling, who -” I flicked his forehead, chuckling lightly. “Hey! Ow, that hurt. I think we need to talk about your violent tendencies. If this keeps up, I’m bringing in professional assistance.”

I whacked him, again, lightly, on the back of the head before darting past him, giggling as I ran out of the room.

“That’s it, you brat! I’m calling Dr. Phil on you!” I wasn’t fooled by his words, especially given the laughter that followed behind me as he gave chase, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulders.

“Hey! Where are you taking me, you brute?”

“Oh, so you can flick me, throw things at me, bop me over the head, but I pick you up and carry you like a caveman and suddenly I’m the brootish one? Figures.”

Rolling my eyes, I said nothing.

“I can practically feel your eyes rolling, Mia. To answer your question, I am taking tipobet365 güvenilirmi you to the doctor. Aunt Sharron said to tell you she was sorry she couldn’t take you herself, but she had a work emergency.”

He took me out through the front door, locking up behind him, and deposited me in the front seat of his car.

“Now that that’s settled, why don’t you put on some music?”

With a wry grin, I put in my old NSYNC CD, one I’d bought for the sole purposes of annoying him. He let out an exasperated groan, called me a brat once more, and then, we were off.

At the doctor’s office, I had my very first pap smear, and boy, let me tell you, those things are not fun. They put this thing inside of me and pried me open! On the upside, I wasn’t pregnant. Huge worry for me, given my lifestyle up until the night before, I know.

Dr. Baker, a nice woman in her thirties, went over a few birth control options with me, and after discussion, we decided an arm implant would be my best bet. While it pinched being inserted, it was maintenance free, extremely effective, and would last me up to three years, should I not have it removed before then.

I laughed when she told me she’d be happy to remove it sooner if I wanted it gone. No children for me anytime in the near future, thank you very much. I wanted to be free to explore the outside world as much as I could before starting a family, and besides, I didn’t even know if children were something that Nikaloi wanted.

After the appointment, he inspected my arm, absolutely fascinated that a little bar could prevent a baby from forming.

“So you mean to tell me that a little plastic thing inside your arm is stronger than my champion swimmers?” He flexed his arms. “I don’t think so.”

I snorted. “It’s the hormones it releases, Nik. Just be grateful. You don’t have to pull out or use condoms when we… well, you know.”

He flashed me a devilish smile, leaning close to my ear as we walked towards the car. “You mean when I make you come so hard that you can’t stop screaming my name?”

I immediately felt that dampness growing between my legs again, and I found myself instinctually squeezing my thighs together as we approached the car.

“What’s wrong, little brat?” Bringing his hand up, his thumb stroked the side of my neck, and I whimpered, despite us being on a very public street in downtown Seattle. “You thinking of how good it felt when you were on my face, grinding against me last night.”

Thoroughly hot and bothered, I took a step away from him, shooting him a glare. “Nikolai Wellbaum, we are in public.”

Shooting me a wink, he shot an arm out, placing his hand on the small of my back as we arrived at the car. He opened the door, and once I was seated, he leaned down, giving me a gentle kiss before running around to the driver side and climbing in.

Once the car was started, he looked over towards me. “And for the record, Mia?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t care if we’re in public. I want the world to know that I’m yours, whenever you’re ready to share it.”

I thought that over as we drove towards the cafe Vanessa had said she wanted to meet me at.

***

After giving Nikolai a short but sweet kiss, I walked down the block into the building, where I quickly spotted an older Vanessa. Her dark red hair fell straight over her shoulder, and her rich hazel eyes sparked as soon as they landed on me.

Standing up, she ran over to me, encompassing me in her arms. I breathed a sigh of relief as I inhaled – after all these years, she still wore the same Victoria’s Secret Pure Seduction body spray she’d been wearing since discovering it in her mother’s bathroom.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” I said, looking upward and blinking the tears out of my eyes.

“Trust me, the feeling goes both ways. Come on, let’s order our food and get ready to go.”

At the counter, I was stuck staring at the menu board, completely bombarded with the choices. When we had Chinese food the night before, Aunt Sharron had handled ordering, already aware of our favorites. And when Nikolai and I had gone through the drive thru, we’d just ordered two double cheeseburgers with fries. Nothing fancy.

Now, looking at the menu, I was torn between different fancy flavored lattes, iced coffees, cafe mochas, and god knew what else. And the food – what were overnight oats?

I felt sweat beginning to dot my brow, and I tugged my lip nervously between my teeth. Vanessa, who had already ordered, looked at me with a worrisome expression.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, her brow furrowed.

“I’m just a little overwhelmed,” I said, my voice jumping up an octave halfway through the sentence. “There’s a lot of options.”

Her eyes widened in understanding. “Oh, shit. Do you want me to order for you? If your tastes haven’t changed, I’ll be happy too.”

Grateful, I thanked her, and when I tried to hand her a twenty to cover my costs, she shook her head, adamantly refusing to let me pay for anything.

We sat while we waited for the food to come out, and to say it was awkward at first would be an understatement. We both seemed to be sizing each other up; not in a cruel way, but assessing the changes we’d each gone through since our last interaction.

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