Forehead kiss

Sara POV

"Mama, I want to tell you something." While my mom was busy in the kitchen, it felt the most comfortable to share Uncle Joe's truth with her.

"Tell me, Sara; I'm listening." Without glancing in my direction, she responded.

"Please, Mama, don't ask me to live at Uncle Joe's place. Please take me into town with you."

"Why, my dear? Was Uncle Joe not nice to you?" She refused to even look up from her cooking to meet my gaze.

"Mama, he touched me when I was sleeping." I tried to give her some indications about the situation because I was afraid to tell her exactly what he had done to me.

"Sara, why are you whining to your mother about me?" Uncle Joe snuck into the kitchen just as I was going to warn my mom about his nefarious plans. Because he was my dad's close friend, he frequently paid us visits.

For our family, he is like a member of the family. My mother also had an unwavering trust in him, which is why she always sent me to his place when my parents had to go somewhere.

"Sara told me that you woke her up at night, Joe." My mother turned to him and smiled. I can understand why my mother didn't take what I said seriously, based on the smile on her face.

"My princess, I attempted to cover your body with a blanket that night to prevent you from catching a cold during this rainy season while ensuring your sleep was uninterrupted." Taking me in his arms, he planted a kiss on my cheek.

"See, Sara, your uncle cared for you too much." My mother disregarded me and believed his false narrative instead.

"I've brought you a gift, Sara. Come on." He caught me in his arms and led me out of the kitchen onto the terrace.

"I don't want to go with you; please get me down." I made an effort to get free of his hold, but it was too tight.

"Sara, what are you doing? Where have all of your manners gone? How could you talk to your uncle this way?" When my dad sees me struggling to get free from Uncle Joe's hold, he chastises me.

"Don't be angry at her, Mr. Grace; she is just a little kid." He gave me another cheek kiss.

To remove his kisses, I wiped my palm across my cheek.

"Why did you complain to your mother when I asked you not to tell anyone about what happened that night? It seems your wound has healed fully." He scratched my thigh, causing my wound to itch once more.

"It hurts; please don't do this to me." I screamed out in agony, but he put his hand over my lips.

"Sara, I can't wait for the day when you become an adult so I can slake my thirst with your gorgeous pussy." He reached inside my panties once again.

"No, please don't touch it." Tears fell on my cheek.

"Sara, are you all right?" I felt the drips of water on my face and opened my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and turned around to come back to the present moment.

I was experiencing another panic attack while I was asleep.

"Aron, when did you return home?" I saw him dressed in his business suit, ready to leave for work.

"Sara, who is Uncle Joe?" Ignoring my question, he turned to me with a serious expression on his face.

All right, so he heard everything I said while I was asleep. I was terrified to look at him because I knew he was about to uncover my secret.

"Where were you last night?" I made an effort to draw his focus away from Uncle Joe.

"I had some important work to attend to last night." He bowed his head and stared at the sheet.

"Humm. I can clearly understand the significance of your work." I saw a hickey mark on his neck and understood why he left me all alone instead of my beseeching him to stay with me.

Is sex everything for him?

Does he lack concern for human life or emotion?

"Sara, I am sorry for leaving you alone at night, but trust me, I have urgent work to attend to."

How come his eyes seem empathetic toward me? I didn't need his fictitious pity.

"It's okay, Aaron. I've matured enough to fight my own battles, and one day, I'll learn how to face our dread as well." When I attempted to get out of bed, I realized I had a wound in my foot and felt agony.

"I prepared breakfast for you, Sara. Please take medication afterward." He offered me an omelet plate.

"Has Rosy come back?" Perplexed, I glanced at the omelet.

"No." He shook his head.

"Then? Who made this omelet?" I raise my brow at him.

"Me." He nervously rubbed his back.

"But you didn't know how to cook?" I gave him a bewildered expression.

"Yes, I've learned how to prepare omelets because I understand that you can't survive without food and that your foot wound makes walking difficult for you."

I can't believe he can care for me to this extent.

"Sara, how does it taste?" He gazed at me expectantly, hoping to hear my thoughts on his cooking.

"It's excellent." I lied to him because I didn't want to demotivate him by providing honest criticism, even though the omelet was a little burnt and overly salty.

"Sara, I hope you like your dress this time." He was gazing intently at my breast. I looked at my clothes, following his gaze. I was taken aback to discover that his hoodie and sweatpants had covered my entire body.

Is this the same Aron Finge who tore off my clothes every night?

"Yes, it's nice." I nodded my head.

"Take care of yourself, Sara; if the discomfort from your wound becomes too much, you can find a pain reliever in the left drawer. I will see you in the evening."

His genuine care for me had already taken me aback, but what truly shocked me was his goodbye kiss on my forehead. His soft lips on my forehead left my eyes wide open in shock.

"Sara, give me a call if you need anything at all." After giving me my phone, he departed from the room.

What suddenly happened to him?

Upon his departure from the house, I felt a sense of relief, as I didn't want to respond to his inquiry about Uncle Joe.

Watching television occupied my half-day. I pulled out the right side drawer to get the painkiller because I was experiencing leg discomfort, but I was shocked to see so many injections and tablets inside.

Why had he taken these tablets and injections?

To find out why he was taking those pills, I called his number.