Have Faith In Me
Parts 3-4
By Kelly
I must be in heaven. I am being kissed by the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, I love this woman and I barely know her, but I know for sure that I love her, and she is meant for me. I want her with every fiber of my body, I am responding to her kiss, my body is responding to the need I feel for her. I hear a small voice in the deep recesses of my mind telling me to stop this, she is hurting, and I need to find out why and take her pain away, but not this way, I want to make love to her, but I want it to only be about love. My passion for Michelle is drowning out the voice, until I feel something on my face, it's wet, and I taste something salty on my lips, then it hits me, it's her tears. She's crying. Her tears bring me back to reality. I break the kiss, "Michelle, stop, stop this, this isn't what you want," I look into her eyes, and know that she knows what I'm saying is true, the next thing I know she is sobbing in my arms.
I sweep her into my arms, cradling her body to me, I walk over to the window seat. There I hold her as close to me as I possibly can and let her cry out her pain. Her tears finally stop after about an hour, but only because she is exhausted, she has fallen asleep in my arms.
I watch her sleeping, and wonder who has caused this sweet angel so much pain. Watching her sleep I fall more in love with her, and I vow to find out what happened to her, and to take away the pain. I vow that from now on I will love and protect Michelle Bauer with every ounce of my strength and every breath in my body. I have deemed myself the protector of her heart, mind, body, and soul. I will love her until the day I die. My thoughts are broken when she begins stirring in my arms, she snuggles closer to my body, and slowly opens her eyes, with a half smile she softly whispers, "Hi".
"Hi, yourself, are you feeling better?"
I can't believe he's still here, holding me like this. I threw myself at him and when he realized I was crying he broke our kiss, even though I could feel the way his body was responding. Danny Santos, is a wonderful man, all he has wanted to do since I ran him off the road, is take care of me, protect me. Maybe not all men are like my father, maybe I can hope. This is a man I could fall in love with, if my emotions weren't running on overload, I would think I was already in love with him. Then the little nagging voice in my head starts, "stop it Michelle, you're being stupid, he's just a man....like every other man, he's just a little more smooth." That voice starts to win, but then I feel the warmth of his arms around me, and I hear the beat of his heart, and his soft voice calls to me, "Michelle, do you want to talk about what has you so upset? I want to help you," those words silence the voice in my head and for now my heart wins out.
I nod my head, and look up into his understanding chocolate eyes. "My mother died today, Danny," I see the look of sympathy and pain cross his face, he was not expecting this, "my mother died today, and it was my father's fault."
Now his look of sympathy and pain, has something else, anger. He is angry at my father, and he doesn't even know the circumstances. "How?"
"She died in a car accident."
"Oh, your father was driving?"
"No, she was, but he might as well have been, he caused the situation that made her drive recklessly and miss the curve."
He is confused by my words, and the softness of his eyes and the tightening of his arms around me give me the strength to go on.
"You see, Danny, my Mom, caught my Father, with another woman."
"Oh, Michelle...." I cut off Danny's words, and the rest just pours from my mouth, I tell him how mom and I were going to surprised Dad with a picnic lunch, I tell him my father is Dr. Ed Bauer, and he knows who he is, I tell him that we were in separate cars because I had to run some errands. I saw mom leaving the parking lot as I pulled in, and I thought she just forgot something, so I went up to Dad's office, the door was partially open, and I saw him and this woman. He had her bent over his desk, and he was running his hands over her boobs while he was pumping himself in and out of her from behind, all the while telling her, how hot she was, how she was the best he had ever had, how his wife would never let him do it this way, even though it turned him on, he liked to get it from behind because he could watch himself drive into her hot, wet, warm pussy, and run his hands everywhere he wanted, and reach around her front and use his fingers to make her come even harder. I told him how discussed and shocked I was but I just stood there and watched until the end when he screamed out her name and told her he was going to explode in her and all over her, and then he did it, and she rolled over and he collapsed on her and kissed her. That's when I came back to reality, I screamed and ran away. I ran to my car and took off, because I realized my Mom must have seen the beginning of it. I felt like a pervert for watching it, but I couldn't believe it, it was like my feet were rooted to the floor. Then while I was driving home, I came up on an accident scene, and I knew before I got there it was her. I got there just as they were pulling her lifeless body from the car. I didn't even remember getting home, but I did somehow, and the next thing I knew my Dad was in my room trying to explain, and tell me how sorry he was, and that we needed each other to get through this, and the whole time he was acting like he gave a damn about my Mom being dead and my feelings he had her lipstick all over his face, his shirt was half button and wrinkled, and he smelled like her sex and her perfume.
"I told him I hated him, never wanted to see him again and I ran out. I got in my car and started driving, and then, because of my grief and my anger, I almost let my father destroy another life, because I ran you off the road. I'm so sorry Danny," I can feel my tears running down my face, then I feel his soft hands wiping them away.
"Shhh, Michelle, it's OK, you don't have to apologize to me. I'm so sorry for everything that happened to you today. You are not a bad person for watching what your father was doing, you were in shock, so stop thinking that now. Let me take care of you and help you get through this."
"Danny I would like that very much. But I don't know how you can stand the sight of me, I am a sick person, what kind of person would just stand and watch while her father was screwing another woman on top of a desk! I should have gone after my mom, better yet if I wouldn't have been so worried about my oh so important errands I would have been in the same car, I could have stopped her, it's just as much my fault as it is my Father's that she is dead. I don't deserve your caring or your help."
"Stop it NOW, Michelle, this is not your fault, and I don't care if it takes the rest of my life I am going to prove to you it is not your fault that your mother died, or that you happened to see what your father was doing, and didn't walk away! Are you listening to me?!" Then I draw her closed to my body and give her a soft kiss.
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She kisses me back with the same softness, when we pull apart I see the surprise in her eyes, while she utters a single word "Why?"
"Why what Michelle?"
"Why do you care about me? Why do you want to take away my pain? I almost killed you tonight."
I am aching to tell her exactly why, but she's to fragile right now for my declaration of love, I will not scare her away, I will help her through her grief, we will grow together, and when the time is right I will tell her I love her. Right now I decide to be honest with her about everything else.
"Michelle, to tell you the truth, when the accident happened I was furious, I jumped out of my car fully prepared to rip you a new one. I was storming to your car, and as I got closer all I saw was the a mass of the most beautiful hair I had ever seen, I told myself just because you were a woman, I wasn't going to go easy on you, you deserved my anger, then when I pulled your door open and I looked at me, my anger disappeared. I saw all the pain and hurt in your eyes and I knew that you were running from something when you lost control of your car and all I wanted to do was help you. Michelle, I want to take care of you, I want to be help you get through this, I want to be your friend. There is something about you, I want you to always know that you matter."
As she listens to me speak for a brief second her pain fades and I see hope in her eyes, but when I finish the pain comes back.
"Thank you Danny," she says with a soft smile, "I would really like it if you could help me get through this, but you don't have to, I don't need you to feel sorry for me. Besides, your wife probably wouldn't like it."
"No wife, no girlfriend, and Michelle, I don't feel sorry for you in that way. I am sorry for what has happened to you, but I don't feel sorry for you."
"What about your job, surely you have to work."
He gives me the most beautiful smile and once again, I feel safe and secure. My heart starts to fill with hope again, this is a wonderful man, who only appears to care about me, with no hidden agenda.
"No problem with that either, I'm the boss."
She gives me a confused look, "The boss?"
"Yes, I own a club, have you ever heard of 'Millennium'?"
"Oh my gosh," she says her cheeks flushing embarrassment, "how stupid could I be, duh, Michelle, Danny Santos."
"So you've heard of me?"
"Of course, Millennium is the best club in town, how could I not have heard of you? I'm so sorry."
"Don't be, you have other more important things on your mind, speaking of which, I know you don't want to, but don't you think you should call your Father?"
"NO! I don't want to talk to him ever again."
Nice job Santos, I silently yell at myself, the pain is back even stronger than before. I draw her back into my arms and stroke her hair, her body relaxes into me.
"Michelle, I'm sorry, I don't want to upset you, but you will have to face him, if for no other reason, than your Mom's funeral. Do you really want him to make the arrangements?"
She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes so full of sadness, tears starting to form again.
"You're right Danny, I don't want him to have anything to do with Mom's funeral, he has no right. But I can't talk to him and I don't want to go home, what am I going to do?"
"Would you like me to call him? I'll tell him we are friends, that you are fine, that you won't be home, and that I will be with you tomorrow to make the arrangements for your Mom's service. That is if that's all right with you."
She looks at me, her eyes so full of surprise, "Danny, would you do that for me? Of course it's all right with me, I can't believe how kind you are being to me. Thank you for taking care of me; thank you for becoming my protector, and most of all thank you for being my friend."
I make the call to her father and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to tell him exactly what I think of him. He is not happy with the phone call but I make it very clear that he will not intimidate me, and I will not let him hurt Michelle ever again. I will deal with the esteemed Dr. Bauer, later, right now Michelle is my only concern.
When I hang up the phone she is there in front of me. She hugs me so hard I can't draw a breath, "Danny, would you stay with me until I fall asleep?"
"Michelle, I'll stay with you all night, I will do anything for you."
I carry her over to the bed, lay her down on it and cover her up, as I am walking away, she grabs my hand, I turn to see the silent tears running down her cheeks, and a plea in her eyes, I don't make her ask, I climb onto the bed with her, she curls into my chest. I look down and kiss the tip of her nose, and wrap my arms around her. As she drifts off to sleep she whispers softly, "Thank you God, for bringing Danny to me, please don't let him hurt me like everyone else has."
I make a vow to her right then that I will never hurt her, and I offer my own thanks to God for putting me on that curve tonight.