CHAPTER FOUR
X (feat. Rachel Brockman)
This story and its subsequent follow-ons are a work of pure fiction. This is merely a story and should be treated as such.
It had been a week since leaving home and it wasn't getting any easier being this far from Rachel. She had been by my side since we began this crazy thing we had. Even during my coma she was there everyday as I was told by the doctors and Olivia. She refused to leave my side and now here I was leaving her behind like she was nothing. First my son and now Rachel. How could I sleep with myself. Well the truth is, I couldn't. I had barely slept a wink since I left.
As promised I had surrendered my bed to miss Ortega and given her my blankets and sheets also. I took my belongings and set up a small bed on one of the sofas in the living area. It wasn't the most comfy of spots but it wasn't exactly like I was sleeping. I'd taken up most of the night shifts to avoid any questions of sleep from those who would worry… namely; Olive.
She was always worrying about me. Making sure I ate, shaved, showered. Yup. I was that heartbroken even my most prideful appearance took a hit. I'd hit the bath maybe two times since we had been here. It was almost the reverse of the first tour. Wow that was a while ago now. We were both younger and honestly different people back then. More innocent the both of us.
Where last time I had Tommy and my home to go back to, yes it was sad to leave them, but this time I had more selfish reasons for wanting to return. I had sacrificed a lot for others happiness and now it was my time. Yet still fate seemed to want to toy with me and send me cross country from the one I loved. Fate could be so cruel.
This time round, Livy's schedule was a little more freeing… especially since leaving Barbara. That witch would of had my poor Olive burnt out by now. And let me tell you it was not an amicable split. Words were said, tears were cried. I struggled to hold my composure during the ordeal. Thankfully I had paid attention to some of Olive's acting lessons. I kept calm, stayed strong and breathed remembering my place was there to protect Oliva. I can't say the same for Babs. She was a mess, throwing a tantrum like a small child had to be the highlight for me. Partially the actual event, but mostly for the reason that I got to be the one to 'escort' Miss.. wait I didn't even know her last name. Oh well. It had been a true highlight.
This time with school in the rearview for Liv, the hours spent studying were now filled mostly with song writing with Jenna and I the lucky recipients to her lyrical genius. She really was. Able to convey pain and hopefulness like a soul singer. Yes, there was heartache to her words, yet in contrast deeper meaning could be found with a message of hope to hold your hand. She was the Alanis Morriset of this generation. A voice to the heartbroken, which I now was too.
Perhaps it's why I was so drawn to her lyrics both this time and last. Each time I was facing down grief and loss. It was strange but I connected with Olive on so many notes. Even just seeing her walk into the room I became a little giddy. It was odd. Butterflies churned in my chest, my heart a flutter. I thought at first I was having a heart attack but the reality was even scarier. I think I was… falling for Olivia. Yes, of course I liked her. And yes, I had told her I loved her on numerous occasions. But there is a difference between loving someone, and being in love. My ex-wife reminded me the night before leaving. We still loved each other, We simply were no longer in love when we divorced. We both had different paths in life.
Between Jenna and Olivia it was the only times I felt anything anymore. Being around such youthful energy was good for me. It kept me from thinking to deeply.
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We were in Alabama with the tour covering the southern states first before covering the east coast and finishing up on the west in California. It was killing me being so far from home. Being so far from Rachel and my heart. The night shift was back on when I fell asleep finally on at my post. My legs and body after almost a week of no sleep giving way to the inevitable. I fell and fell hard. Sleep taking me to his realm where I was hit with the pain more sharply than in my waking hours. I saw pictures of Rachel torturing me.
She was wearing that big oversized white hoodie with the little black shorts beneath. The outfit she wore the night I picked her off the driveway at her mothers house. She was shrouded in a veil that hid her eyes from me. It was her face, it was her, just not her words. Superimposed. "You left me. You said you'd never leave me. Your just like him, like my real dad. You left me. Like everyone does." Her face and body crumbled in my arms. Like dust she flowed away on a chilling wind that I was unable to follow.
The image shifted to a younger Tommy. He still looked at me with the same boyish glee. Like I was a superhero who would protect him from anything. His smile faded into the abyss replaced by a sharp tongue and even sharper tone. "You did this. It's all your fault. You split our family apart. It's your fault."
Again the imagery shifted like the moving sea of sand in a desert. My footprints behind me and in front lost in the endless movement. Lera appeared out of the void, stepping into the light. Her usually smiling face was missing, replaced by a sea of tears flooding her gaze. "You lied to me. You said I was yours and then you left me here. You ran away. You said I could trust you. You said I cold trust you."
The scene evaporated till I was standing in a sterile white box. My hands and body feeling far off while I floated there. The floor fell out beneath me but I remained floating. Beneath me… No. No. NOOOOO! I tried to swim to Olivia below me. It was her bathroom. The bottle of pills still at her left. The cap on. She sat watching the video with her body trembling from the pain. "OLIVIA!" I screamed. "OLIVIA!" I pushed through the air but I stayed in place. My body unable to get any closer.
Her head turned like in a horror movie at an impossible angle. I heard the crack as it settled. Froth bubbling round her mouth. Her eyes showing no emotion. Her mouth remained still yet words pummelled my thoughts as if incepted directly into my brain. "You should of protected me Danny. It was your job. This is your fault.' The apparition broke her stare popping the cap on the bottle and downing the entire bottle as it convulsed in front of me falling to the floor. Lifeless. I knew it wasn't her, it couldn't be.
Like a pair of invisible shackles was broken, I fell to the bathroom floor. Scrambling across the tiles I came to her. I grabbed Olive up in my arms stroking her head and crying profusely. "Olive. Olive. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Deep down I knew she wasn't really here but, my mind wouldn't let me free.
Stroking her hair and wiping her mouth I felt every pain in my life like sharp stabbing knives into my abdomen. Every word another barb.
I brushed her face. Holding her there. The figure jerked to life with a hand at my throat. The sudden movement had me startled. Olivia's face was replaced by Jenna's. Anger as easy to read on her face as the fear on mine. "You told me you'd look after me Danny. You said I was special. You said I meant something to you."
A room of floating heads surrounded me. Tommy, Rachel, Lera, Olivia and Jenna. Each of them circling me and shouting so loudly I could barely make out the words. "Your fault. " Shouted one. Another yelled, "Liar!" Yet another screeched, "I hate you!"
I crumpled to my knees. My bones unable to hold the weight. Yet still they continued to assault me. Anger and frustration, sadness and betrayal. It all became to much. I clutched my ears screaming into the ground…
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"DANNY!" Olivia's hand found my cheeks slapping me harder than I had ever been. "DANNY." Her face once again her own. My eyes adjusted. I saw the black surrounds of the tour bus. The purple neon lights just below the ceiling panel. A half eaten pack of Sour Patch kids.
"Olile…"
Her hand was cocked for another slap but I stopped it with my palm round her wrist. "Ollie what happened?"
"You… you fucking…" She used her other hand and slapped me again. "You bloody asshole. You fucking passed out outside. No one knew till the morning. What the… what the fuck were you thinking? Jenna told me you haven't been sleeping."
"Ollie I…"
"Don't you fucking 'Ollie' me. You… you…" She dropped into my arms her weight hitting my chest making me jerk a little. Suddenly I felt the bump on my head along with bits of gravel in my cheeks and clothes. My arms were loose but I quickly firmed up the grip around her holding her tighter. "Ollie I… I'm sorry."
"You better be sorry." she said punching my chest with a few weak fists. Jenna sat off in the corner looking like she didn't know if it was okay to approach. I waved her over which had her running towards me and diving under my arm too.
A sobbing sound hit my ears. But it was neither girl in my arms. A phone sit to my left where the sound was bleating out of.
I took my free hand pulling it to me ear. "Baby. It's me." I knew her even if it were only noises. "Broccoli I'm okay. I'm here."
Rachel and I had been avoiding calling each other since I left. Just a few scant texts like you would to your mother. The, 'Hi, how are yah?' 'Yeah, I'm good.' sorta thing. The words I'd spoken to her now were the first since we said goodbye on the doorsteps. Leaving the driveway that day I refused to even look back as I knew I'd inevitably never leave.
Her voice high like a whimper. "Hi Daddy."
I sniffed back a tear. "Hi my baby."
Olivia and Jenna stood up slowly, sneaking away to the bedroom to give me and Rachel some privacy. "Thank you." I mouthed. Both girls issig me on the cheek before leaving. The close of the door soft.
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It was oddly awkward to speak to her. Like calling your high school crush on the hall phone and not knowing what to say. Ha. Hall phone. Rachel would laugh at that one for sure. "I miss you so much Danny."
"I miss you too my baby."
The first words. Good, now string together more you Neanderthal. "It's good to hear your voice baby girl."
"Oh Daddy. Your gonna make me cry again."
"It is though. I miss your voice. When you'd sing for me."
"I miss your hugs Danny. The way one of your hugs can fix anything I'm feeling. When I'm angry or sad. One of your hugs always fixes my mood. I wish I had one of your hugs right now…" A break in her voice.
"Babe it's okay. I wish you were here too." I knew I needed to find something to talk about before the conversation turned sour. I scratched my brain but after that lovely little walk down memory lane me and my brain weren't exactly on talking terms. Ah. "Babe how did the shoot go, the other day remember?" I hoped she knew as I didn't want to say, 'the day I left'.
"Oh the fashion shoot thing?" She seemed to perk up. I felt a lightness returning to her voice."Yeah babe I can't believe I didn't…" Her light dulled quicker than the setting sun.
"Babe we both agreed. It would of been to hard…" This wasn't what she wanted to hear you moron. "It's… it's been hard for me to babe."
She mumbled something I couldn't fully understand down the line. "Babe are you still there? I thnk your cutting out. Can you repeat that last part again."
I swear I heard a faint chuckle in her response. "That's what she said."
"Babe." I scolded her. "Seriously, you…. Oh geez. Jungle Girl."
"Hey what does that mean?" She bit back.
"You know… Jungle Book? My favourite book. Rudyard Kipling… any of this ringing a bell?"
I could almost hear her eyes rolling. "Daddy. Step into the twenty-first century. It's a movie now you know." She joked knowing how much I despise movie adaptations of books. Dare I say… Twilight anyone? What the heck were they thinking. Although that Kristen Stewart is… mmm very yummy to look at.
"Yes my little book worm." I teased.
"Hey I read… just good books like Catching Fire and After Ever Happy."
There was an argument to be made for Collins but seriously, After… Wow. Just… wow. That's all I have to say on that matter. "Anyway. Back on track. The shoot baby. How did it go?"
Her perky voice returned. "Oh my goodness Danny… I have some big news."
I sat silently on the other end. A few seconds past with crickets chirping.
"Babe?"
"I was waiting for you, you egg."
"Oh. Opps. Well, Daddy. I booked a big shoot. Like… super big."
"Really baby? Wow. Oh wow babe. I'm so proud. A proud Daddy over here."
"Danny that's not even the biggest part."
"What? Babe what is it?"
"Babe… I get to walk on a catwalk…"
"Yeah…" I replied wanting to reach down the phone and pull her through for a big kiss. "Babe your killing me with this anticipation." I said impatiently. Oh. Now I get it. Opps, my bad. I'd try to be better.
"At New york Fashion Week."
"Wait? What the fuck? Are you serious? Babe. Are you fucking with me?"
"No. Daddy. They said I had a certain 'look' and that I could do it. Daddy check your… oh no get Olive or that Jenna girl to check your phone. I just dm'd you a pic."
I choked. "Oh. You… know about… Jenna?" I falsely tried to play it cool.
"Yes Daddy. And don't worry. I said it was okay remember."
"Seriously you are…"
"The best? I know." She giggled. "Just watch out buddy boy, you're dating a model now."
I felt a little uneasy at the implication of her words. Remaining silent. I know it's unfair to say she can't be with… ah another man. It's just…
"Babe?" She questioned me with a worried tone.
"Yeah babe. It's… okay." I cried inside holding my composure together barely for her.
She clicked on to my mood change. "Oh Daddy. No. I didn't mean it like that. You know your my one and only Daddy. Don't you?"
I pouted. "Would be nice to hear it." I said in a small grump.
"Well you are. Okay."
"Not enough." I said pulling a toddler tantrum.
"Okay. What do you want to hear? Hmmm. That your the best cock I've ever had? That your the biggest manliest man I've ever seen? That your body is like a Greek God calved from marble?"
"That's a start." I slowly came out of my funk with a a little smile starting to form.
"Daddy. Come closer to the phone. It's not on speaker right?"
I checked. "Nope."
"Okay." She said. "Now… come close Daddy. Yeah can you hear me."
"Ahem." I forced out.
"Good. Now listen Mister."
"I'm listening."
"You Mister Mister, are the only man I ever want on me… or in me. You and that big juicy Daddy dick. Ahem."
"Yes baby."
"More? Okay. Danny you are the hottest man I have ever seen. That gruff surfer look. Mmmm. Daddy, so delicious. And your body… oh my god. I say that because… you are, my God. My big, muscular God. Powerful Mister Hayes. I love how sweet you are telling me how special I am to you, how you love me, how you miss me when Im not there beside you."
"I do. I fucking do." I lost control whipping out my dick to her seductive words.
"You can be so sweet. But honestly. I love how I know those hands can either stroke my cheeks sweetly when we're watching a movie or that those magic hands can throw me around like a sack of potatoes and show me whose boss."
"Ahhh. Babe, your making me hard. So hard."
"And I'm dripping for you baby. All over our sheets Daddy. Their soaked. Mmmmmm. Yes Daddy."
"Ahhh. Ohh baby. I'm stroking for you so hard right now."
"Hey… ah… babe. Why… why don't we play a little game instead?"
"I love our little games baby." I was so horny I don't care what it was.
"Well. Daddy. Why don't we invite your new friend back."
"You mean… Jenna."
"Mmmm Daddy. You say her name so sexy. Say it again. Whisper it to me."
"Jenna." I whispered letting my tongue linger on each letter."
"Oh Daddy. Bring her in."
"Did I ever tell you your fcuking best babe." I teased.
"You could say it more often but… sure. Oh and Daddy, say it so I can hear it."
"Yes mistress." I replied erotically.
I waled over to the bedroom door where Jenna and Olivia were playing lie they hadn't been peeking through the door.
"Hey, Jenna."
"Yeah." She said bitting her inner cheek.
"Uh. Rachel… wants to say hello."
Olivia rolled her eyes. "I know what that means." She said waving us goodbye as she exited the bus. "Hey, just no mess in my bed." She yelled from the outside already walking away with purpose. I felt a little bad for forcing her out of her own bus but also… I was madly horny. So… you do the maths. I'd make it up to Olivia later. Besides, she looked like she was more than happy to leave us be.
We made our way back out to sofas. A large set of black and, of course purple trimmed bespoke lazy boy chairs built into the extending walls off the bus.
I took my seat with Jenna awkwardly perched on my lap. "Put me on speaker Daddy. I mean, your gonna need your hands free for this." The anticipation was already through the roof.
I fumbled my phone. "Hold on. Babe… hold on."
Jenna popped off giving me some room to breath. "Here Daddy. I've got it."
1.
She bent over with her sweet smelling sex brushing just past my nose. As she stood, she pressed her shoulders together showing me that delicious cleavage.
She turned my phone round and pressed a button that brought up my sweet Rachel's face.
"Oh baby… Hi…"
She waved. "Hi Daddy.
Jenna turned her head into my neck. "She's so fucking hot." Before pulling away and smiling at my girlfriend. "Hi gorgeous. Name's Jenna. It's nice for you to meet me."
"Wow. The dick on this one Danny. But don't worry, yours is still the biggest Daddy."
I couldn't stop smiling. "Okay… so whats the game." I asked barely controlling my urges to spring through the screen towards her.
2.
She was sitting on our bed at home. A bright white lace corset hugging her perfect body in a way that I could only imagine. Her body like…
Hey. you're butchering this. Give it to me.
Hi reader. So this is Jenna. Sorry about that old man story teller.
Hey, I'm not old.
Shut up. I'm the captain now. Anyway… where were we. Oh. That gorgeous girl of his. Mmmm I wanted to taste her so bad.
She and I locked eyes. She was like a little lamb and I the hungry wolf. She was skittish at my advances. Mmmm. Only made me want her more.
"The game." She teased holding up a big veiny dildo. I'd only been with Danny once but I knew his penis to look at. It was quite impressive. Hey. Shut up Danny. I'm trying to tell a story here. Don't mind his laughing.
Gorgeous shied away. Yeah I'm call her gorgeous from now on. "Um… yeah, the game." SHe was so fucking cute when she couldn't speak.
"Um… why don't I tell you a story and you act it out with Daddy."
I gave her a wink. "Sure thing gorgeous."
She giggled covering her mouth.
Oh fine. You want it back. Here. Gezz. Touchy touchy much. Just know I'll have that girl one of these days.
So. Back to it. Bloody little witch.Where was I before she so rudely interrupted. Oh. Yeah. The little flirt. I think I honestly saw Rachel a little interested. Yes she had been with Lera a number of times. But this was… more? I wasn't exactly sure how to put it. But there was definitely something there.
Yeah. Me and gorgeous in your bed Mister D.
Shut up would you. Gosh. She is so annoying.
Don't forget 'special' Daddy.
Can I finish my story already. Good. Good. Now. Rachel…. Oh my darling Rachel. The little minx.
"Ready Daddy?" She purred.
She lay herself scantily across our sheets. The homemade dildo at her side. "Hey Daddy."
"Hi baby." I returned. My hands frustratingly close to my belt. She lifted her adorably nicknamed, 'Daddy Dick' to her lips.
"Mmmm. What should I do with this Daddy. Maybe…" She rubbed it up and along her upper thigh pulling her white linen tennis skirt up just high enough for me to see her little puffy lips bursting to get out of her panties.
4.
"Or… maybe I should lick it…" her mouth watering. She dressed the ti