“I want you to take my cock in your hands, Heaven. I want you to lick my shaft and then gag on my length. Can you do that for me, Sweet Girl?”
I nod obediently and then take his cock in my hands. I’ve never felt one before, but it feels so nice and smooth, so hard and thick at the same time.
It’s like my feelings before I came here tonight. Complicated.
But they aren’t complicated anymore. I know exactly what I need and want: Hawkin.
Just as I am about to pull his thickness into my mouth, there is a loud crash outside. We pull back, our eyes meeting.
Then there’s a banging on the door, a hollering.
Hawkins stands, tugging on his jeans and leaves me in the room alone. He races to the door.
I reach for the blanket on his bed, tucking it around me, and looking out his bedroom door to see what is happening.
My eyes go wide in horror.
“Heaven here?” my father asks, drunkenly. “My truck’s out front. What the hell is going on?”
I pull back, my throat gone dry.
“I haven’t seen you in two years. What the hell are you doing here?” Hawkin asks him.
“Looking for my girl,” he says. His eyes are red and bloodshot, and there’s a slur to his words. He holds onto the doorframe to keep himself steady. “She left in a huff hours ago and Jonny said he saw my truck winding up this here road. He let me take his and come to find her. Where is she?”
I close my eyes. I don’t want him to see me like this. The idea of him seeing me naked with his oldest friend causes me to tremble. I don’t trust him ast all. And the last thing I want is for Hawkin to get the brunt of his wrath.
“I don’t have to tell you anything, Tommy. I know what you’ve done to her.”
“She spinning lies to you?” My father stalks into the house and Hawkin lets him. Hawkin looks over his shoulder, his eyes meeting mine. I know with one glance he is going to make sure his girl is safe.
I came here for a reason, I knew my new Daddy would take care of me.
My father, though, notices the movement.
“She back there?” he hollers.
“What’s it to you?” Hawkin bellows back.
My father glares at him, stepping closer and I see the silver glint of a gun in his pocket. My father is fool enough to do something reckless. Drunk enough too. How he even made his way to this cabin in the snowstorm is beyond me.
Not wanting my father’s fury unleashed on the man I love, I step forward.
“Stop it,” I shout at him, feeling exposed. My body bare, a blanket is the only thing covering me up.
“You little slut,” my father shouts upon seeing me, then he thrusts his gun towards Hawkin. “Did you fuck my daughter?”
“None of your goddamn business,” Hawkin roars. His body is so large and dominating, his chest ripped with muscles. Without a shirt on, I can see his biceps flex, each time sending a wave of want through me. “I heard you hit her when you’re drunk, but that isn’t going to happen anymore.”
“Oh, yeah? And what are you going to do about it?” he asks reaching for his gun. He steps toward me, grabbing my arm.
I scream in fear, and Hawkin isn’t having any of it. He takes me from my father, shoving me behind his big body to cover me.
My father pulls his gun out, his finger on the trigger.
“Don’t be a fucking fool,” Hawkin shouts. “Don’t do something you’ll regret.”
My father though, can’t hear the words of warning. He aims at Hawkin and the energy in the room is filled with fear. It courses through me, through all of us.
As if realizing that my father isn’t messing around, Hawkin grabs his rifle from the wall. “Don’t make this end badly, for any of us,” he says, gritting his teeth.
My father cackles like the drunk he is. “You fucking whore,” he shouts as he pulls the trigger, pointing it at me. Hawkin is no longer in front of me because he moved to grab the gun.
Time stills, and I close my eyes. Bracing myself for a bullet in the chest, a fatal wound, I close my eyes.
Hawkin dives in front of me, falling to the ground. As he does, the bullet pierces his chest. Blood blooms from the bullet wound and I scream in horror, wrapping myself over Hawkin.
My father drops his gun and I reach for it, pointing it to him.
“You killed him,” I shout. “You killed him!”
Then I point the gun at my father.
The man who ran my mama out of town.
The man who hit me and hurt me.
The man who shot the only person in the world I love.
I pull the trigger, and he falls to the ground.
I came to this cabin to make love with the man I want.
Now both my father and my daddy are bleeding out at my feet.
Chapter Seven
Hawkin
I press my hand to my chest, blood pouring from the wound.
There isn’t a lot of time.
“Heaven,” I say. “Call 9-1-1.”
She is screaming, hysterical. Her father is lying beside me on the ground. She shot him in the head.
“Oh, my god,” she sobs reaching for my cell phone on the table. She dials 911 not needing any fucking passcode to get to the place she needs to go.
Goddammit, I can’t die now, not like this.
“Emergency… cabin… off Route 64. Yes, two men have been shot. I think… Yes, yes. Okay.”
I close my eyes, and Heaven stays on the line, her hands pressed to my chest as if her fingers could stop the bleeding.
“You can’t die,” she sobs. “You can’t…”
“You’re strong, Heaven. It’s going to be okay.”
She doesn’t want to hear the words, she’s hysterical. “A helicopter is coming. It’s okay, Hawkin, hold on.”
But my eyesight is blurry, cloudy… I can’t see.
Fuck. I want to hold on.
I don’t want to die.
Not now.
Not when Heaven is so damn close to being mine.
Chapter Eight
Heaven
I wake up in a hospital bed.
Blinking, I try to piece the night together.
There’s an ID bracelet on my wrist and a nurse walks in.
“Oh, Heaven, good to see you’re awake.”
I sit up in the bed, jolted back to my memories.
“Hawkin? Is he…where is he…? Oh, god.” Tears stream down my face. I remember more now, the helicopter. Medics rushing in the house, strapping Hawkin and my father to stretchers.
Me, chasing them in the snow, naked and falling in the large drifts. Being held down as I screamed for the man I love, as an ambulance raced up the mountain, a syringe in my vein. Fading out.
Now I’m here, at the hospital.
“Is he here?” I ask. “I have to see him.” I push off the white sheet and place my feet on the floor. But then the nurse is at my side, urging me to sit.
“I’m sorry, Heaven. But they aren’t with us.”
They.
It wasn’t just Hawkin who was injured.
My father was. I shot him.
“They aren’t?” I choke on the tears that rise to the surface.
“You’re at the local hospital. They were medically evacuated to Seattle Regional.”
I press my hands to my face, trying to breathe. “Are they alive?”
The nurse places a hand on my arm. “I’ll get the doctor.”
* * *
Waiting for the doctor is torture, but finally, he arrives, pulling up a chair and introducing himself. “I’m Dr. Smith, Heaven. You’ve had quite a night.”
“Just tell me, is he alive?”
“I’m so sorry, but he didn’t make it through the night. The injury was inoperable.”
“No,” I sob, clutching my arms as the truth hits me. Like without Hawkin isn’t life at all.
He was my longest dream, my only wish. My hope. My future.
In his arms, I fel
t whole.
And I only had him for such a short time.
I wanted forever. I didn’t even get one night.
“However, Hawkin,” Dr. Smith continues, “the man whose cabin you were at, he is in a medically-induced coma. He is going into surgery shortly.”
“Wait, he’s alive?” I sit up, tears falling from my face to the hospital gown.
“Yes, but he has to get through surgery first. But Heaven, did you hear me, your father is dead.”
Maybe it makes me a monster, not to care that the man is dead. But he never looked out for me or wanted the best for me.
He hurt me, and he hurt the man I love.
Hawkin still might not make it.
“But right now, the police need to speak with you, Heaven. They need to know what happened last night. When the medics arrived you were very upset, it’s why we brought you in last night. But now that you’ve rested, it’s important you tell the police officers the whole story, so they know why two men were shot.”
I bring my hand to my mouth.
The truth is too horrible to admit.
I shot my father, in cold blood.
“I’m going to bring them in, okay?”
I nod, trembling. What exactly am I supposed to say?
Minutes later, a cop walks in and introduces herself as Officer Smith, and another officer follows in behind her. His badge reads Officer McDonald. This pair has the power to make my life a living hell.
It has already been that for the last several years. After Mama left, it was me who bore the brunt of his rage.
But no more.
Now he is dead.
“Heaven,” Officer Smith says sitting in a chair in the hospital room. “We need to ask you a few questions about last night.”
“Of course,” I say as if it is the most normal thing in the world. “What kinds of things do you need to know?”
“We need to understand your version of what happened last night.”
Nodding, I think through my story. I don’t want to lie to them, They are here to find justice, but I also want to protect myself.
After all, it’s what I’ve been doing for far too long as I’ve lived in my father’s house.
“My father was drinking. A lot. He always drinks a lot … but last night I had had enough.”
“Enough of what?”
“Of being hurt.”
The officers exchange a look. “The doctor’s shared with us the findings of their medical report.”
My eyebrows narrow. “What do you mean?”
“When you were brought in, you were unclothed. It was obvious from the bruising on your body that you have been hit often and with much force.”
I nod. “My father was a violent drunk. That’s why I left last night, for Hawkin’s. I knew he’d keep me safe.”
“Let’s talk about that; you being at Hawkin’s cabin.”
“I went there for safety, then my father showed up. He shot Hawkin… and then… my father… I …”
I stop speaking, too scared to say the rest.
“Can you us about your relationship? With Hawkin?” Officer MacDonald asks.
I bite my bottom lip, feeling like my love for him is so fragile right now. He is in surgery. He may not make it out alive. Tears fall down my cheeks, and Officer Smith hands me a tissue. I expect to see judgment in her eyes, for being so young and being with a man nearly twice my age, but all I see in compassion.
“I love Hawkin,” I tell them in a whisper. “I’m just so scared… so…” I begin to sob in my hands and hear Officer McDonald excuses himself for a moment.
Alone, Officer Smith asks me if she can speak plainly. I nod, not feeling like I have the capacity to speak right now at all.
“If what happened to your father last night was in self-defense, then no court of law would charge you with the crime, Heaven. Do you understand what I am saying?”
“I don’t want to go to prison,” I say, trying to steady my sobs.
“No one would go to prison for defending themselves against a man with a gun, who had already shot one man. Is that what you were doing, Heaven?” Officer Smith asks me in a very forced way.
She must know.
That I was the one who killed him.
Slowly, I nod. “It was self-defense.”
Maybe it wasn’t self-defense in a typical way... even in the legal way … but it was in my way. And as a woman who’s spent her life under the hand of a man who used his strength to cause pain—it was time for me to fight back.
To fight for Hawkin and to fight for myself.
My father spent years physically abusing me and I’m not sure what would have happened at the cabin if I hadn’t grabbed the gun and shot him first.
It may be a lie, but I don’t care.
I’m just glad I don’t have to find out if my father would have shot me.
Chapter Nine
Heaven
When I’m discharged from the hospital I take a cab back to my father’s house. After asking the driver to wait a few minutes, I decide to pack a suitcase of clothing, turn off the lights, and lock the door.
Then I return to Hawkin’s cabin.
He is still in surgery, and I don’t even have a phone or wallet with me, let alone a car to get me over the mountain pass to Seattle Regional Hospital. If I even could get there— the snow has piled up and the news on the hospital television blasted coverage of the mountain pass being closed due to an avalanche.
My heart aches at not knowing, but once I’m inside Hawkin’s cabin, I am able that least breathe for the first time since I woke up this morning.
His dog, Whiskey, greets me, and I head with him to the kitchen getting him food and drink with pats after. He was probably terrified after all the commotion last night.
So much unnecessary pain.
The house is a mess, the medics had pushed furniture aside and the police officers were clearly here during the early morning hours. Before I set to cleaning it, though, I call the hospital using Hawkin’s phone.
“Yes, I’m family,” I tell the nurse.
“What sort of family?”
“I’m his… his fiancée.”
It’s bold and not true, but I want it to be. I want to be Hawkin’s now and forever and I want to be able to tell him that on my own.
“Well, actually, would you like me to connect you to his room?” the nurse asks.
“He’s out of surgery?” I ask, my eyes filling with tears.
“He is, the bullet missed bones, arteries, and internal organs. It seems like he had an angel watching over him. He woke up a little over an hour ago.”
I press a hand over my mouth as she connects me to his room.
“Heaven?” he asks. “Please don’t tell me I’m dreaming.”
“It’s me.” Hot tears fall down my face. “I wish I was there. You’re all alone…”
“Where are you?” he asks, his low gravelly voice such a soothing comfort.
“At your cabin. With Whiskey. Poor thing was here all alone last night. I was at the hospital last night but was discharged a little bit ago. I went to my place, then came here. It’s all so much, Hawk.” I begin to cry into the phone, feeling so all alone, wishing I were with him.
“It’s going to be okay, Heaven. I promise. Your father—”
“I know. He didn’t make it.”
“Did you speak with any police officers? I’m guessing they came to you at the hospital?”
I explain to him what Officer Smith told me, and I know Hawkin is able to read between the lines and not say anything damaging.
“You did good, Baby Girl.”
My heart swells will pride at his words. He thinks I did a good job. It’s all I want, to make him proud and happy. My body craves his, and I wish he were here now.
“God, I wish I were with you,” he says. “You’re all alone, grieving your father’s death.”
“I don’t care about it, Hawkin. He hurt me. And the doctors and police
know, they saw the bruises, the swelling. They know he was a bad man.”
“I’m so glad no one can hurt you anymore,” he says, his voice managing to soften the jagged edges in my heart.
“But how are you, Hawkin? What happened during surgery? What do the doctors say?”
“They say it was a goddamn miracle. That if the bullet had gone inches to the left or right, I wouldn’t be here today.”
He explains that he will need to stay for the next five days or so.
“Maybe I can drive over the pass? If it opens?”
Hawkin clears his throat. “Sweetheart, please don’t. Don’t do something that might risk your life. I need you too badly. You coming to my cabin was a grand enough gesture, do you understand me?”
Even though I hate the truth of his words, I nod. “I understand, Daddy.” I hear him groan through the phone. “Is something wrong?”
He grunts. “Baby Girl, hearing you call me Daddy gets me all spun up is all, and you’re across the mountain, too far away to pull you into my arms.”
“Soon enough you’ll be back.” Counting the days in my head I say. “I think you’ll be home for Thanksgiving.”
“That so?”
“I’ll make you a feast. Would you like that? Me cooking you a dinner? I’ll spend the next five days getting it all ready for you.”
“Don’t you have school to attend?”
“I do. But I’m a senior, I’ll be finished soon enough.”
“Not quite though. You need to take school seriously, Heaven. I’m not joking around.”
“But can I move in?” I ask. I hate the idea of being anywhere but in his cozy and safe cabin. “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
“Now don’t talk crazy, you hear?”
I bite my knuckles, not expecting him to send me away. I sucked his cock and he licked my pussy and he said I tasted like the sweetest cream he’d ever had. Why would he send me away now? “You don’t want me?”
“Oh, Princess, I didn’t mean that. I meant it’s crazy to think about you anywhere but my bed. Of course, you are staying at my cabin. I heard you told the nurse you were my fiancée?”
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