Chapter 2 involved with Alfred

dark blue. — What's a girl like you doing out here alone? - He asked. His eyes are scary, and at the same time they arouse my curiosity. — I didn't find anything interesting enough to make me stay inside. — I respond, trying my best not to show how affected I am by his presence. - Why do you say this? You're Carter's daughter, right? — He gets closer and I take a step back. His question is not filled with doubt, but with the purest conviction. — I don't like talking to strangers! — Oh, of course. — He smiles and extends his hand to me. — My name is Luka, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Archeron! — I don't need to introduce myself, since you know exactly who I am. Now, if you'll excuse me... — I completely ignore his hand, and start to walk past him, but I end up tripping over my dress, and he grabs my arm, which makes me shiver. — Why the rush? I won't do anything to you. — He speaks, with his calm tone, still holding my arm. We're just inches away now, and his breath meets my mouth. — Did you know that psychopaths say exactly that? — I question. — A psychopath wouldn't help you from falling, he would take you to a place isolated from everyone, since the music is loud enough for no one to hear. — He speaks, and soon after starts laughing. - Damn it! I didn't help, right? — I allow myself to smile back. — Not at all, Luka. Cadence. — He looks at me without understanding. — My name is Cadence, and thank you for helping me not fall. — I say, directing my hand, Luka squeezes it, but before he lets go, we hear: — Cadence! — The judge's thick and rude voice invades the place. He looks at me furiously, and then at Luka, who lets me go. - Who is he? What were they doing here alone? A respectable woman is not alone with any man, except her husband. — She pulls me towards her, hurting my arm. — I'm Luka. Son of Daven Crow, the prosecutor. — He replied, I think thinking that it would help something, but contrary to what he thought, it only made everything worse. — I don't care whose son he is, Luka! Don't you dare approach Cadence again. — He speaks with ignorance, pulling me towards the mansion again. —What did I teach you? How many times do I have to say the same thing, Cadence? I don't want him to be around strange people, especially men like Luka! - What?! What you mean? — I ask, without understanding where you're going with this. — Don't act like a fool! I saw how he was fucking you with his eyes. I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't arrived to intervene in this disaster. Imagine if someone had recorded something? — Why would anyone be recording? We didn't do anything. — I say. — Don't you understand that you have an important father? That anyone might want to use you to get fame, or defame me? You have a lot to learn, Cadence! You disappointed me tonight, I hope this doesn't happen again, or I will have to use more drastic measures. — Speak, letting go of me as soon as we arrive in front of my bedroom door. He opens it, pushes me inside, and passes the key. I call him, but he doesn't answer. I sit against the door and cry, I cry tirelessly, not knowing why he acted that way. I already knew he was controlling, but I didn't know to what extent. Is it wrong to want to live but be afraid to live? Because that's what I feel every day of my life, knowing that I have the shadow of Carter Archeron behind me. I wake up all sweaty and scared, looking around. I take a deep breath as I remember that I'm not near him, and that he's not here, and that brings me relief. But at the same time fear, because I know that, even though he is not there, he is watching me, he would never let me be completely free. It's all too much for me Blow like smoke into the air How can you die Carelessly? (...) Help me, I got lost again But I remember you. Six Feet Under, Billie Eilish Aaron Seed I wake up in the best way possible, getting a fucking blowjob, despite the hellish hangover I feel, as my head is almost exploding from the pain. But the pleasure I'm feeling makes me forget the pain and focus only on him. The redhead masterfully sucks my dick, masturbating me and running her tongue over the head, which releases the liquid of the lust I'm feeling. She encourages me more and more. - Fuck! — I speak in a whisper and start fucking her fleshy mouth, holding her by the hair, and she only stops when my cum is released, taking all my cum. The woman gets out from under the sheets and licks her lips which are red from the effort she was putting into satisfying me. — Aaron... — She moans, getting closer, but I stop her when I remember that I don't sleep with anyone. Damn it! It should have just been a shag, and not slept together. She looks at me without understanding as I put on my underwear. — You know how it works! You shouldn't have slept here, Ashley! I get up irritated, leaving her sitting on the bed, and throw her dress that I found on the floor on top of her. - What's the problem? We are always together, why make it an issue? — That doesn't mean anything, Ashley! We're just a fuck and nothing more, I see no reason for that to happen! Now get out of here! — I say rudely, picking up her intimate set that I found on the floor and throwing it at her again, pointing to the bedroom door. — You really are an asshole! It will never change! I hope someone breaks your heart and hurts you, just like they do to everyone they treat like that, Aaron! — She curses Me screaming, while she puts on her underwear and dress. I start to laugh at her speech. - My heart? I don't have one, Ashley, I should know that after being together for so long! — I teased in quotation marks, with my most stupid smile, which makes her get even more irritated, and throw a pillow at me, but I end up avoiding it in time. It's been two months since I moved in with Hanry. After my mother Elizabeth passed away from an overdose, I had no other option. I'm dealing with grief in the worst way for some, but for me it's the best way to deal with everything. She started having drug problems when she became involved with Alfred. I tried to stop it, but she was already addicted. I blame myself every day for not having done enough, for not having been strong enough to help her. I met Ashley as soon as I got here. We hooked up a few times, but for me, unlike her, it didn't mean anything, especially because she was never the only