He lays her on the bed and mounts her, their lips still pecking at each other, going in for longer kisses while their tongues touch. His hands caress all over her upper body as he slowly dry humps her. He kisses down her neck as she moans softly. Emmy feels his hardening cock against her. He gets up on his knees above her and begins taking off his shirt and undoing his belt while Emmy does the same beneath him. Both of their shirts off and Emmy’s tight jeans slid off her thin legs, they go back to making out aggressively. He undoes her bra and then kisses down her perky chest. Emmy moans softly, feeling herself get even more turned on as he rubs her pussy with his hand over her panties. Just as he’s about to slide them off the music from downstairs comes to a halt. Loud, deep voices can be heard over dead silence. Emmy and the twenty-year-old stop. He gets off her and heads to the door to listen to what’s going on. “Shit, it’s the cops.” He whispers in a panic to her. Both of them quickly put their clothes back on.
Soon after they put their clothes back on the door is opened by one of the officers. “Party’s over, kids.” He says while shining a flashlight on them. “Come on, let’s go. Everyone is going downstairs in the living room while we contact your parents.” Normally the police wouldn’t go this far for an average night of underage teenagers drinking but they smelled marijuana at the door, brought by one of the older guys, who is now in the back of a police car.
Emmy and the ones who weren’t lucky enough to flee in time sit in the living room as the police continue their search and questioning. Her friend Kelly sits there more worried than anyone as it’s her house. “My uncle is a sergeant with your department, can you please call him?” She looks up at one of the officers with a sad, scared expression.
“What’s his name?” He asks.
“Chris Jamison.” Emmy answers.
“Oh yeah? I know Chris. We’ll call him.” The officer nods.
Soon after Chris arrives. Emmy sees him at the door, looking concerned as he talks with one of the officers. After everything is explained to him, Chris feels relieved. “Thanks.” He says to the officer before walking up to Emmy. “Come on, let’s go.” He says as he takes her by the arm. She walks with him in shame. Chris slams the door as he puts her into his car. He doesn’t talk for a few moments after he gets in and begins to drive away.
“I’m sorry.” Emmy says softly, nearly sobbing as she looks to him.
“You were drinking, there was weed in the house, and I was told you were in a room with a twenty-year-old.” Chris says sternly.
“I didn’t drink that much and I don’t smoke weed and I swear we weren’t doing anything.” Emmy implores, only being truthful about the weed part.
“I’m really disappointed in you, Emmy.” Chris shakes his head as Emmy looks down. “You could have been date raped. You could have been hurt.” He looks over to her briefly while driving. He looks over at her again and sees how regretful and shamed she looks. “Look, I was your age once. I just want you to be safe.” He says softer this time, finding some empathy in his heart for his niece.
“I’m sorry.” Emmy fights back tears, feeling a knot in her throat. Chris looks at her again, sighing as he does so. He pulls up to the building.
“Come on, I’m gonna take you up to your mother. She’s waiting for us.” He says while taking off his seat belt.
“My dad came home today.” Emmy blurts out.
“What?” Chris looks at her, surprised.
“They released him early. Something about the prison being overcrowded and his parole.” Emmy slurs a little with her face resting on her right palm near the passenger window. “He’s upstairs, he’s staying here for a little while before he finds a place.”
Chris gets even more upset but doesn’t show it. “Come on, let’s go.” He says while getting out of the car in a swift fashion. Chris marches towards the building while Emmy trails behind sheepishly. They make their way up the stairs.
Chris opens the door. Ray and Pam are sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for Emmy. Immediately Chris looks at Ray and Ray looks back at him. Emmy walks in slowly, looking down. Ray breaks his brief stare-down with Chris and directs his attention to his daughter. “What happened, Emmy?”
“Your daughter was at a party with a bunch of twenty-year-olds, booze and weed.” Chris raises his voice slightly. Emmy looks up at him and then at her dad.
“Damn it, Emmy.” Her mother Pam shakes her head, although not surprised at all. Emmy gives her a dirty, agitated look as she finds it hypocritical that her mother of all people disapproves of such a thing.
“Do you have any idea how dangerous that is, Emmy?” Ray asks while standing up and coming closer to her as she stands by Chris. “You’re grounded.” Ray blurts out, not knowing what exactly to do or say since he hasn’t been a father in four years and was barely one before that.
Emmy looks at him with disgust. “You don’t get to suddenly show up one day and be a father!” She shouts angrily.
“Go to your room, we’ll talk about this tomorrow.” Ray says sternly.
“She’s right, you know. Where the fuck do you get off? You abandoned your kids years ago you fuckin’ degenerate.” Chris steps up to Ray.
“Oh, big shot sergeant now. Mind your business, this is my family.” Ray’s voice gets louder as he puffs his chest out and looks Chris in the eye. They never got along, being on the opposite ends of the law for so long. Chris never liked him and vice versa.
“Your family?!” Chris gets louder and says with an outraged sort of tone. “Your family that I looked after while you were locked up because you couldn’t leave the criminal life behind? Fuckin’ father of the year right here.”
“Stop.” Pam gets up, wanting to diffuse the situation. Emmy looks on with her mouth open, her heart beat getting faster as they get into it.
“Nah, nah. Your brother’s a piece of shit.” Ray turns to her. “You’re one to talk about being a criminal.” He turns back to Chris. They have a long history. Ray knows about Chris cutting some corners in his early days on the police force.
“Go sell some dope and bang coke whores while your wife is home with two kids you scum bag!” Chris raises his voice. Both of them look like they want to kill each other.
“Enough!” Pam shouts as she gets between them. Danny walks out confused, having been woken up by the commotion. Ray and Chris continue to bicker back-and-forth.
“You want a piece of me?” Ray’s eyes get larger as he steps closer to Chris. They lock horns, Pam moves out of the way.
“Stop it!” Emmy screams, her eyes teary. Ray backs off a bit.
“Come on.” Emmy walks over to Danny and hugs him, guiding him back to his room. She gets in bed with him and holds him. “It’s okay.” She says softly in his ear while stroking his hair.
“Fine, I’m leavin’.” Chris finally says to Pam as she urges him to go. “Try to stick around this time and fix your fuckin’ family you loser.” He turns back to look at Ray before leaving.
Ray calms down after the shouting match. Pam looks at him and groans. “What?” He says. “He came at me first.” Pam ignores him and walks to her room to go to bed.
Back in Danny’s room Emmy continues to hold her little brother. “It’s okay, just go back to sleep.” She whispers lovingly into his ear. As he dozes off to sleep she checks her phone. After going through the texts sent by her friend Kelly, she gets to the text from earlier that was sent by Keith. She bites her lip and thinks about it. She sends a text to him. Feeling like she just wants to escape everything, and also be in the oddly comforting and abusive arms of her middle-aged master, she quietly leaves Danny.
Emmy enters her room and begins to doll herself up again, making she sure she looks good for him. Still drunk, she smiles in the mirror, feeling the urge to just let go and be used by him. She puts on her usual outfit, his favorite, like what she wore the night before when he fucked her, and then leaves.
Emmy heads towards the door, ignoring her father’s existence. “Where do you think you’re going?” Ray asks as he gets up from the couch.
“Wherever I want.” Emmy doesn’t even turn to look at him.
Ray quickly walks to the door and shuts it as she opens it. “I don’t think so.” He looks down at her.
“You don’t get to decide when you want to be a part of my life. I’m not a little kid, you don’t control me.” She responds coldly.
“I know that. Just, can we please talk this out?” Ray asks.
“No. You had your chance and you blew it.” Emmy fights back the tears, just wanting to leave and get fucked to forget everything.
“Where are you going to go?” He asks.
Emmy just smirks up at him, only wishing that she could tell him all about where she’s really going and what she’s going to do. “We were better off before you came back. Everything was fine.” She says before taking a deep breath, her nerves shot a little as her breath stutters. “I don’t have a father.” She says coldly up at him.
Ray staggers back a bit, his heart shattered. “Baby, I… Just, please. Hear me out. I know I fucked up. Just please give me a chance to make things right.” Ray pleads emotionally. “I’m always going to be your dad.” He smiles a crooked smile, looking into her eyes as he lowers his head to meet hers. “How about I leave tomorrow and we can take this slowly. I’ll keep my distance.”
“You just don’t get it.” She says while opening the door again. “I’m going to stay at my friend’s place on the second floor. I can’t stay here with you.” Emmy leaves. The last thing Ray sees is her tramp stamp tat of her childhood drawing she made for him that he got tattooed on his chest, only difference being that the heart in her tat is broken in two. She walks down the hall and quietly enters Keith’s apartment.
Ray hears the faint sound of an apartment door closing soon after Emmy leaves. He can’t ignore his suspicions and leaves to see if she really went down a floor or entered one of the apartments at the end of the hall. He quietly puts his ear to Keith’s door to listen for Emmy. On the other side of the door is Keith roughly feeling up Ray’s daughter, knowing Ray is just outside his door. He smirks as he gropes his daughter, sticking his hand between her legs and roughly cupping her pussy against the wall. Emmy covers her mouth to prevent herself from moaning. Ray thinks it’s just his mind playing games and goes back to Pam’s apartment.
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