The main problem of every fourth, if not every, girl is her father. How much pain can bring this formidable and, it seemed, a man who can protect his unattractive girl? How many hurtful words can he say to the one who would not have come into the world without him? A lot, a lot. And sometimes you get these obsessive thoughts that you're better off not being there. That it's all about you. Small and defenseless.

But that's not how your father treated you. His words could hurt worse and more than his failed attempts to hit you or swing at you. Just the memory of you screaming at your mother, "How do you live with him?" or "Let's get away from him, please!" makes you shiver.

"What are you tired of?"

"Shameless!"

"I should have put you in an orphanage!"

"Get the hell outta here!"

That voice sends shivers through you, echoing in your ears. He's still yelling at you. Are you shivering? Yes. Even in a warm bed. But he's not there. He has nightmares, too. And, deciding to go to the kitchen, you wrapped yourself in the blanket being undressed, heading for the second floor. The cold of the laminate floor burned your skin, but it wasn't that important right now.

Erik turned around slowly, as if assessing you with his gaze. "What is it?" - his voice was rough and husky, but he wished hard not to touch you like that. Here, your comfort. Your age difference may have been decent, but he'd replaced everyone else for you. - "Come here."

You immediately threw a lush and white blanket over both of you, snuggling up to your lover. He will never yell, never devalue your problems or yourself. Will comfort and idolize you. So serious, strong and big. You immediately feel so defenseless, yet protected in his arms.