Skye's POV
The way I felt seeing Tina again, it was inconceivable. I couldn't begin to explain how it had felt. And she just sat there the entire time, looking smug. I've never wanted to hit someone in my life so bad.
I knew my mother hated her just as much as I did, but she was too polite to forbid her from coming anywhere near our family. Â Despite the hell she put me through.
All those years I had thought that the worst part about what happened, was Uncle Rob. But I was wrong. I didn't realize until much later, that the person who caused me the worst pain, was Tina. She tried me off as a tramp. At the age of Fourteen. She tried to play it off during uncle robs  trial, that I was the one who had tried to seduce him, and made the whole thing up. Then, after his sentence was read, she came up with some bullshit excuse of how she was afraid that if she said anything against her husband, and he got off, he would come after her.
The worst part of it was, that I felt like because I didn't talk about it, my mother and father began to believe Tina. That made me feel like absolute nothing. Later on, I knew it wasn't true. I couldn't help my mind from wandering to that thought.
Sitting at this table, across from the one person in the world I hated more than uncle Rob, I tried to keep my composure. Which was hard. As I watched her attempt to make small talk with my mother and Megan. The main thing keeping me together at this point, was our conjoined hands resting comfortably under the table.
Tina's eyes would occasionally wander to mine, but immediately look away. Either to my mom, or to Megan. This was another thing that was keeping me together. After all these years, my fear of her faded into disgust. Her hatred of me, turned into absolute terror. Every time she did look at me, I could could a flash of emotions cross her face.
I didn't want her to be afraid of me. I didn't want her to hate me. I didn't want or strive for her approval. The only thing I even remotely wanted, was to never have to see her face again.
I stayed silent for most of the dinner. Until that dreaded woman brought up the one subject I wanted to avoid.
"I spoke to Robert a few weeks ago." She stated, lifting her wine glass to her mouth. I fought the urge not to reach across and slap that glass out of her hands. Megans hand squeezed my hand. Either in an attempt to calm me, or to keep me in my seat. "He said he has a parole meeting."
"What exactly do you mean, parole hearing?" My mother questioned from the head of the table. My mother was a patient woman, but it was evident she was annoyed with this woman. As well as angered at the thought of that man being released.
"I mean, my husband may be released from the federal penitentiary he is currently housed in." Tina said, her voice formal.
No longer wanting to be the controlled one, I was about to stand and state my views, but my mother beat me to the punch.
"Frankly, Tina, the parole board would have to have had lost their minds if they even remotely thought of releasing that monster from his cage." She explained, calmly cutting up the rest of her food. "And if you are here, to suggest my daughter lie on your husbands behalf, I suggest you stand, and walk out the front door. Otherwise, I would like if you could shut your mouth, and eat this delicious meal my daughter had the curtesy to cook for us this evening."
Both Megan and I just stared at my mother, as she continued eating her food. Occasionally stopping to sip her wine, or wipe her mouth.
I had always thought that Sloan's ability to cut people down with her words was a learned trait, but I was wrong.
Tina hadn't said another word during the rest of dinner. I was still on edge, but sitting here with my hand intertwined with Megans, and my mother willing to defend me, I was a little relaxed.
My thumb slid smoothly over the back of Megans hand. I enjoyed her touch. Well, actually, I enjoyed everything about her. But the thing I enjoyed most, was how she was able to better my mood no matter how bad it was. It was a bit discouraging to think that I can't show how I care about her in public. But I understood. All I wanted was for Megan to be happy.
"Well, this was......a delight." Tina said, standing, she took her time gathering what little belongings she actually brought with her. I was ready to leave, when Tina addressed me, pulling me to the side. "I am truly sorry about what happened all those years ago.....but I want you to know, you are going to speak at his hearing. If I have to, I will get a court summons. And once you're there, you're going to tell the truth about how you lied, and how you were a lying, canivving little cunt." She seethed before walking out.
I stumbled back at her words. I didn't think she could affect me like this anymore, but I couldn't do anything but stand there and watch as she walked out of the door. I felt a hand grip my shoulder. Knowing it was  Megan, I turned and staggered into her embrace. I shook my head, as I fought the tears.
I didn't want to make myself vulnerable to her. I didn't want her to think I was weak.
Trying to walk away, she just held tighter. She knew exactly what I was trying to do. My mother was most likely staying in the kitchen to clean up, so I succumbed to my emotions. Allowing myself  to cry for the first time in years.
My shoulders were shaking as I silently cried into her shoulders. Her hands carresssed my back soothingly. Nuzzling into her neck, I gripped her waist , pulling her body as close to mine as it could go.
Having her hold me, was the best part. Not the kissing, or the secret glances. It was this. Holding each other. Her arms wrapped around me. Or mine around her.
"It's gonna be ok." She soothed, running her hands through my hair. Her touch was always so careful. "It's gonna be ok." I knew it was risky, kissing her when my mother was just around the corner in the kitchen. I didn't care. I craved her touch. Her full touch.
Pulling back, I brought her face to mine. Giving her my all. I kissed her slowly at first. Pecking her lips between each sensual kiss. Kissing her, made me feel like I was in a fantasy type dream.
Her legs lifted around my waist as I lifted her up against the wall. I no longer cared about the risks of my mother seeing us, and apparently neither did Megan. Because her tongue dove gently into my mouth. Exploring and feeling all around. She tasted so damn good, I couldn't help but want to see how she tasted in other places.
Shaking away the thoughts, I pulled away. In an attempt to control myself, I looked into Megan's eyes. Her eyes were so captivating, I could see myself falling into them. Her hands gripped mine, as I steadied my breathing, and my heart rate slowed.
"I just......" I started. I wanted to explain to her that I wasn't weak, but I knew she didn't see me that way. She saw me as someone who was strong. And independent. I'd like to think I was, but there were times where I wanted nothing more than to give up.
"Sloan's not going to be home tonight. She spending the night with the squad at a hotel." Megan explained, her warm eyes bearing into mine. She motioned upstairs, and I nodded.
We laid in my bed. We weren't talking, just looking into each other's eyes. It felt as if there were a million words exchanged between us.
I watched as Megan's eyes flickered down to my lips every so often. My fingers traced her cheek softly.
I never once thought I would have someone this amazing in my life. Let alone that I would ever deserve someone like her. My heart swelled at the idea of being with her.
"Megan," I called softly, "I really like you."
"I like you too, Skye."
My arms instinctively pulled her closer to me. Her body fit perfectly into mine, I felt as if we were made for each other. I've never really been one to believe in having a perfect match or whatever, but it's different with Megan. Everything is.
I was happy for once that Sloan would be gone for the night. I wanted nothing more than to hold her in my arms for the whole night. And at this moment, possibly the rest of my life.
I knew that was overthinking. That it wasn't likely we would last forever, but one could hope.
I knew one thing. Nothing in my entire life felt better than holding her in this moment.
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"I know you missed me." His eerie voice echoed in my head as I bolted straight up. I looked over at my clock.
3:25 am.
Looking over at Megan, she was fast asleep. Climbing carefully put of bed, I quietly opened the door, making sure not to make too much noise. I didn't want to wake her.
I nearly fainted when I saw my mother sitting at the island. Sipping slowly on her coffee. I saw my dads keys on the counter, so I assumed he was up in their room, asleep. Like any normal person would be.
"What're you doing up?" She asked, resting her elbows elegantly on the counter.
"Couldn't sleep." I lied. Well, not really lied. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep after that dream. Or rather nightmare.
"How long have you and Megan been together?" She asked suddenly. I just stared at her.
"We're not." I said, after a few seconds of staring at each other.
"Please, honey, I'm your mother, I notice things." She stood, and poured another cup of coffee. "You may want to think again before you hold hands under the table. Or perhaps, lock lips in the hallway when I'm only in the other room."
"I thought we were being......" I started.
"Subtle? Or subtly obvious?" She suggested, sipping from her cup. "Sloan doesn't know, I'm guessing"
I stared at her, nodding my head. "She made a promise to Sloan, and doesn't want to hurt her. And I don't want to loose Megan. So we're keeping it to ourselves." We both just sat there for a while, looking at each other.
"She makes you happy, doesn't she?" I nodded. "I can tell."
Standing once more, she walked over to me, and envelopes me into a tight hug. "As long as your happy, I'm sure your sister will grow to be ok with it."
With that, she kissed my head, and walked up to her room. I sat there a while longer, thinking about everything that had happened today.
I used to always think love was just a temporary thing. That it wasn't something that would last. That could last. I don't know exactly of what I feel for Megan is love, because I've never allowed myself to get close enough to anyone to feel anything close to love. Or admiration even. It may not be love that I feel for Megan, but it sure feels close.
I can tell by the way I feel when I look at her. She can light my entire body on fire with just one glance. Even more so when she touches me. I feel at ease when she's with me, or when she holds me. When she speaks, or laughs, it's like I've never heard anything so beautiful.
I kept this in mind as I climbed softly back into my bed. Megan shifted, turning into my arms. I pulled her closer.
Right then in that moment, I made a mental promise to Megan.
I would ensure that I would never hurt her. No matter what. She worth everything, and deserves my all.