My Girlfriend’s Dad: Part 14

5 days later

"You okay?", Lior asked.

"Yeah", Chase sniffled looking down at his feet.

Lior rubbed his back and briefly stared at the window, the dark blue sky becoming lighter.

"It dosen't feel real", Chase looked up letting his silent tears flow. Lior wiped Chase's tears "We'll sue the state for letting this happen to her… or sorry… I'll help you sue."

Chase ignored him briefly "I need a drink", he almost spoke in a whisper as if he were about to break down.

Lior sat in front of Chase "You're strong, Chase, so incredibly resilient. I admire how you always seem to pull yourself together no matter the circumstances, you don't manipulate to get your way and you accept things as they are. I love you because of that. You beat your addiction because something clicked for you that didn't click with Caden. You fight everyday for yourself, and for your sister, I admire you", he smiled.

Chase stood up and grabbed his shoes and sat back down placing them on "We'll be late to the viewing if we don't go now."

"We?" , Lior asked.

"Are you coming or not", Chase stood up grabbing his keys .

Lior nodded "Yeah, I'm coming".

"Let me drive", Lior spoke.

Chase shook his head "No, I'll drive."

Chase and Lior left Lior's place. They drove in silence for about 15 minutes before Lior stared at Chase "Did you write your Eulogy ?"

"Yeah..", Chase spoke.

Chase pulled into the parking lot of the funeral home.

He turned the car off, Lior opened the door and then looked back at Chase sitting still with his hands gripping the wheel.

"Chase?", Lior with the door open leaned into the car.

Chase's hands started shaking at the wheel "I can't do it", Chase put his head down, his hands still gripping the wheel.

Lior sat back in the passenger's seat and closed the door "Chase.. Chase… look at me", he spoke firmly.

Chase kept his head down. "Look at me!", Lior yelled.

Chase lifted his head with tears welled up in his eyes.

"I'm fine", Chase spoke clearing his throat.

"You're not fine, you're not going to be fine after your sister died days ago. You never left the bed for five days, you're not okay, it's okay to not be okay, you just need to get through two-three hours Chase and I'll be right here to hold you after that. I'm not leaving you ever again Chase", Lior looked deeply into his eyes.

Chase opened the car door and Lior had followed. They walked into the funeral home, the heavy atmosphere immediately enveloping them. The somber sound of quiet conversations filled the room. Chase felt his chest tighten as he saw the casket, a stark reminder of the reality he still struggled to accept.

The service began, and Chase sat stiffly, feeling disconnected from the proceedings. When it was time for him to deliver the eulogy, Lior gave him a supportive nod. Chase stood up, clutching the paper in his hands, and walked to the podium. He glanced at the neatly written words but couldn't bring himself to read them.

"I had something prepared," Chase started, his voice trembling, "but it doesn't seem to matter now." He looked up, scanning the room filled with distant relatives and friends. "My sister, she… she deserved so much better than this."

His hands shook as he crumpled the paper. "She wouldn't have died if the state had done their job. If they had just interviewed us, asked the right questions, maybe she would still be alive."

A hush fell over the room. The raw emotion in Chase's voice was palpable. A distant relative approached him after he stepped down, offering condolences.

"We're so sorry for your loss, Chase," she said softly.

"Sorry?" Chase's voice rose, anger seeping through his grief. "She wouldn't have died if you had done something, if anyone had done something!"

Another relative tried to calm him, but Chase was inconsolable. "She was sent back to that monster, and now she's gone. Sorry won't bring her back!"

Lior quickly stepped in, gently guiding Chase away from the podium. "Let's go outside for a bit," he whispered.

They walked out into the cool air, and Chase took deep breaths, trying to steady himself. "I can't believe they're here, acting like they care," he muttered.

"I know," Lior said, his voice steady. "But we need to get through this for her."

Chase nodded, wiping away his tears. "Yeah…fine…Let's go back in."

They re-entered the funeral home, and Chase braced himself for more interactions. Family members approached, offering their condolences, but he barely registered their words. The service eventually concluded, and they made their way back home with Lior offering to drive.

As soon as Chase stepped into the living room he sat in the chair and leaned forward putting both hands on his face.

Lior kneeled in front of him "Chase, I filed a lawsuit against the state for you, there's a date you need to attend your fathers trial. But they're charging him for 1st degree murder and abuse of a child… and there's another charge as well."

Chase lifted his head "What's the last charge?"

Lior shook his head with a solemn look on his face.

"What is it?", Chase looked distraught.

"Nothing…I'm just remembering wrong okay?", Lior forced a smile.

"Uh… Okay.. okay", Chase mentally drained sat with a 100 yard stare.

Lior stood up and turned his back to Chase he looked over his shoulder "I'm going to take a shower call me if you need anything."

He watched as Chase looked down stone-faced with tears slowly coming down his face "Okay", Chase spoke.

Lior sighed thinking about how clouded his mind felt about Chase. He couldn't pinpoint what emotion he was feeling. Lior left the bathroom door open with the door closed to his bedroom.

Lior started the water and stepped into the shower .

He sometimes didn't know what to do when he closed his eyes and his brain would paint an image of Penelope. He tried to immediately switch the image in his brain but to no advail. He opened his eyes and felt his face becoming hotter than usual, while still in the shower he stepped back. He wiped his eyes feeling a few tears drop. He took a deep breath and brushed his emotions aside and continued to shower.

He finally turned off the water and briefly dried himself before putting the towel around his waist.

The water from his wet hair had dropped into his eyes. He grabbed a washcloth and rubbed his face aggressively.

He then heard a creek at the door.

He then threw the washcloth on the sink counter and slightly opened his eyes to see Chase. Lior finger-combed through his wet hair. "You need anything?" he asked, voice hushed.

Chase lingered in the doorway, his gaze locked on Lior. The dim light from the hallway highlighted the drops of water trailing down Lior's chest. Chase's expression was a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

"I just… I didn't want to be alone," Chase admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lior took a deep breath, the therapy sessions he'd been attending resurfacing in his mind. They'd talked about boundaries and coping mechanisms, but right now, all he wanted was to comfort Chase, and maybe, find some solace for himself.

He walked over to Chase, droplets of water still dripping from his body. "Come here," he said gently, reaching out a hand.

Chase took a step forward, then another, until he was close enough to feel the warmth radiating from Lior's body. Lior hesitated for a moment, the remnants of his therapy sessions warning him against this. But then he saw the pain in Chase's eyes, and his resolve crumbled.

He cupped Chase's face with his hands, his touch tender yet firm. "I'm here," he whispered, leaning in. Their lips met, the kiss soft at first, filled with the raw emotion and unspoken words that had been building up between them.

Chase responded, his hands gripping Lior's shoulders, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, as if they were both trying to find an escape from their pain in each other. Lior's towel fell to the floor, but he didn't care. All that mattered was Chase.

Their kisses grew more fervent, tongues tangling as they explored each other with a desperate intensity. Lior's hands roamed Chase's body, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin. Chase let out a soft moan, the sound sending shivers down Lior's spine.

They stumbled back into the bedroom, lips never parting. Lior gently guided Chase to the bed, laying him down with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the hunger in their kiss. He pulled back slightly, looking down at Chase with a mix of love and desire.

"Are you sure?" Lior asked, his voice thick with emotion.

Chase nodded, his eyes pleading. "Yes. Please."

Lior leaned in again, his hands exploring Chase's body with a reverence that made Chase shiver. Their movements were slow, almost hesitant, both of them aware of the fragile state they were in. But as they lost themselves in each other, the weight of their grief and anger seemed to lift, if only for a moment.

Lior's lips trailed down Chase's neck, leaving a path of heated kisses that made Chase gasp. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, drawing out soft whimpers from Chase. His hands continued their exploration, finding the hem of Chase's shirt and pulling it over his head.

Chase's hands moved to Lior's back, nails digging in slightly as he tried to pull him even closer. Lior's mouth found Chase's again, their kisses growing more heated, more desperate. The air around them seemed to crackle with electricity, their need for each other palpable.

Lior's hands moved lower, fingers brushing against Chase's waistband. He paused for a moment, looking into Chase's eyes, seeking permission. Chase's nod was all he needed. He quickly removed the rest of Chase's clothes, leaving them both bare to each other.

They moved together in a rhythm that was both frantic and tender, their bodies entwined with an intense need for each other. Each touch and kiss conveyed an unspoken promise of support and love. Lior's hands roamed over Chase's body, eliciting gasps and moans from him. Chase's fingers gripped Lior's back, their breaths becoming heavier.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, a symphony of gasps, moans, and whispered words of affection just from foreplay. Lior's mouth found Chase's neck, kissing and biting gently, making Chase shudder with pleasure. He then moved lower, his tongue trailing down Chase's chest, licking and sucking at his sensitive skin, drawing out more moans.

"Lior… more," Chase gasped, his voice thick with pain and need. "Please, don't stop."

Lior responded by arching his back, pressing himself closer to Chase, their movements becoming more desperate. Lior's mouth continued its journey, exploring every inch of Chase, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of sensation that made Chase's head spin.

"Do you want lube?" Lior asked, his voice husky, his hand hesitating.

"No," Chase's reply was immediate, his voice strained but determined. "I want to feel it… all of it."

Lior hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He knew this was as much about Chase's need for control as it was about his own desire. He positioned himself and pushed in slowly, the resistance and tightness making him groan. Chase cried out, his pain evident, but he urged Lior to continue.

"More, Lior," Chase's voice was louder now, filled with a mixture of pain and encouragement. "Don't stop… I need this."

Lior's grip tightened on Chase, his breath hot against Chase's ear as he whispered, "Be louder, Chase. Let me hear you."

Chase complied, his cries growing more intense with each thrust. The friction between their bodies intensified, sending waves of pleasure through them both. Lior's hand slid down Chase's side, his fingers exploring every inch of him, while Chase's hands tangled in Lior's hair, pulling him closer. They lost themselves in each other, their movements becoming more urgent and needy.

With each thrust, they could feel the tension building, their bodies straining towards release. The sounds of their passion grew louder, their moans mingling in the heated air. Lior loved the feeling of regaining control, of seeing Chase in this vulnerable state. It turned him on intensely, knowing that Chase's pain was part of his pleasure. Lior had never wanted control until this moment reflecting on the subconscious current state of his life.

Finally, they reached their climax together, their bodies trembling with the force of their release. They clung to each other, their breaths mingling, hearts racing. Lior collapsed beside Chase, pulling him into a tight embrace. For the first time in days, Chase felt a flicker of hope.

Hours later, they lay entwined fas asleep, the first light of dawn peeking through the curtains. Chase rested his head on Lior's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"Thank you," Chase murmured, his voice barely audible.

Lior kissed the top of Chase's head, his arms tightening around him. "We'll get through this, together," he promised..

Maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to heal.

Lior covered his mouth urgently and stood up running to the bathroom while violently retching. He kneeled on the floor vomiting into the toilet.

Chase alert and still tired stood at the doorway "You okay?!"

Lior with tears and panic looked up into Chase's eyes "I think my body is rejecting you."