Saving Little Amy (An Age Play Romance) (11 page)

“So what is going on between you and my dad?  You’re far too distraught for a roommate.”  Chloe leveled her eyes on me.

“I’m going to go back outside.”  Marcus stood up and walked away as I looked at Chloe.

“I love your father…”  I said in a quiet tone.

“So you
are
fucking him?”  She said coldly.

“Yes, Chloe.  We’re two adults who love each other, and we have consummated the relationship.”  I sighed angrily.  “Not that it is really any of your business, but I never lied to you.  We were not in any sort of relationship the last time I saw you.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.”  She held up her hands defensively.  “Honestly, I’m glad he found someone that could put up with him.”

“He’s a good man.”  I nodded sadly.  “Far better than I deserve.”

Chloe perked up when the doors opened.  “That’s his doctor.”

“Let’s go.”  We both stood up and walked over to him.  My stomach just wouldn’t unravel and I thought I was going to throw up.

“How is he?”  Chloe asked as soon as we got close enough.  Marcus walked up behind us as the doctor started to talk.

“The surgery is over.  He’ll be in an induced coma for a while, but I think he’s going to make it.”  He smiled.

“Thank you so much!”  I grabbed the doctor and hugged him.

“The next twenty-four hours will be critical.”  He pushed me away.  “Immediate family can see him now.  Everyone else will have to wait until tomorrow.”

“She’s family.”  Chloe grabbed my arm.  “Take her to see him now.”

“Um, thank you Chloe.”  I didn’t get a chance to say anything else before the doctor was motioning for me to follow him.

Words could not express the gratitude I felt towards Chloe as I trailed behind the doctor.  Thankfully, the doctor took her word for my status and just led me into the intensive care unit.  I didn’t know what to call myself, so I just wrote down spouse after he turned me over to the nursing staff.  I was left in a smaller waiting area for another hour before I was finally able to go back and see him.  I walked into the room apprehensively, bursting into tears when I saw him hooked to the ventilator.  His chest slowly rose up and down with each automated pump.  A beeping sound filled the small suite.  I pulled a chair up next to him and locked my fingers around his.  They were cold and stiff, with no touch being returned.  I sat there without saying a word as I cried and watched the machine pump life into him every couple of seconds.

“Solomon…”  I said weakly.  “It’s your little girl.  It’s Amy.”

I don’t know what I expected, but all I got was silence.  The beeping didn’t get faster and he didn’t magically spring to life.  He simply lay there without a single muscle moving that wasn’t driven by the machine.  Thankfully, the hospital let me sleep there in his suite without disturbing him once I swapped out with Chloe and let her have some time with her father.  The next day, it was the same result.  There was a lot of medical jargon I didn’t understand, but they decided to keep him in the medically induced coma for a week before they woke him up.  Unfortunately, he stayed comatose even after it was no longer being forced.  I drifted between his house and the hospital, unable to concentrate on anything but him.  When I was at home, I dressed up at Little Amy, as an homage to the man I loved, and when I left, I was the diligent girlfriend people had heard about, but never met.

“Want one?”  Chloe asked as she walked outside and lit up a cigarette.

“Sure, why not…”  I took one from her pack and let her light it for me.

“He’s going to be okay, you know.”  She reached out and squeezed my hand.

“I know, I just wish he would wake up.”  I leaned against the wall and let the smoke roll out of my lips.

“You two must really have something.  I have to admit, I had my doubts about you.  I never thought you’d stick around this long.”  She tapped ashes off of the tip of her cigarette and shrugged.

“He’s all I have.”  I took another drag and waved to Marcus as he walked up.

“Ladies…”  He tipped his head in a nod.  “Any updates?”

“Nothing yet.”  I said sadly.  “The doctors are hoping his body will heal enough for him to wake up any day now.”

“Mind if I go try to talk some sense into him?”  Marcus flashed his usual wide grin.

“Go ahead.”  Chloe said with a shrug.  “Tell him there’s a stripper waiting for him or something.”

“Hey!”  I said angrily.

“Fine, just tell him Amy’s waiting on him.”  She pushed my shoulder and smiled.

Marcus wasn’t able to get through to him.  I didn’t expect that he would.  Eventually, he left with Chloe and I was back alone at his bedside.  I prayed, begged, and even promised my immortal soul for his return, but there was no response from a higher or lower power.  A full month passed and everything felt lost.  His body started to wither away, and he looked like a shell of his former self.  The weather changed and I had to trek through snow to get to him, but I only left his side when I had to.  I walked into his room and sat down, just like I always did.  I reached out and squeezed his hand, letting him know I was there.  A second before I was about to pull away, I felt something.  His hand squeezed back.  I didn’t move, waiting to see if I was really seeing it or if I imagined it.  I squeezed his hand and he squeezed me back again.  I looked up to his face and saw a flicker of light.  I nearly screamed when his eyes opened.  Chaos ensued.

“Mr. Crane.  Mr. Crane, can you hear me?”  The nurses pushed me out of the way and started to tend to him.

“Somebody get me a cigarette…”  He said angrily.

He was back, or at least he was awake.  He was moved out of intensive care and into a regular room.  A parade of people came to see him, so we never really had a chance to talk.  He was in and out of consciousness, medicated and sedated most of the time.  It was several days before they started to wean him off of the medications and get him mobile again.  They said he would have a long road back, but I knew he was strong enough to finish it.  The doctors were optimistic and said he should be fine once he healed.  They called it a miracle and said he was a lucky man.  Chloe visited and after speaking to him for a while, she hugged me goodbye, leaving me alone with him for what felt like the first time in years.  I pulled my chair close to the bed and squeezed his hand.  His eyes slowly opened and he smiled at me.

“You seem to be getting along nicely with Chloe.”  He blinked a couple of times, his eyes lingering each time they closed.

“She just wants you to be happy.”  He squeezed his hand and kissed it.

“I guess our cat is out of the bag, then?”  He asked.

“She’s okay with it.”  I rubbed his hand with my thumb.

“So have you been a good girl while I was knocked out?”  He coughed a little bit and then looked back at me.  “How is school going?”

“I…”  I sighed and looked at the floor.  “I dropped out.  I couldn’t do it with you in the hospital.”

“It sounds like you’re going to be over my knee as soon as I’m strong enough to lift my arms.”  He tried to sound angry with me, but he couldn’t muster the strength.

“When you get strong enough to lift them, I won’t even put up a fight.”  I squeezed his hand harder.

“I guess this isn’t what you signed up for, huh?  Now you have to take care of me…”  His voice trailed off with another cough.

“It isn’t about what I signed up for.  I’ll take care of you until you’re better, and then I’ll be your little girl again.”  I leaned into his hand and kissed it again.  “I’m just happy you’re awake.”

It took months for him to recover.  Chloe came by almost daily, so I had to hide all of the evidence of my time as Little Amy.  He got frustrated fairly easily, and I understood it.  It wasn’t in his nature to depend on someone else.  I did everything I could to take care of him and help him find his strength again.  We cleared out the guest room and turned it into a gym so he could follow the doctor’s instructions and work out.  Every day he got stronger.  Once he was able to take care of himself without my assistance, he was ready to go back to work.  The doctors didn’t clear him at first, but he spent a lot more time in the gym each day, and a month later, they agreed he could return.  I laid everything out for him the night before, and got everything set.  I knew he would walk back into his precinct a hero, and I wished I could be there to see it.  As I finished up in the bathroom, I heard him calling for me.

“What do you need darling?”  I asked as I walked into the room.

“What I need.”  He tilted his head.  “Is for a certain naughty little girl to get her ass over here.”  He pointed at his knee.

I couldn’t get my pajama pants off fast enough.  By the time he was done with me, my bottom was scorched and I was a tear soaked mess, but I didn’t care.  I had missed being his submissive little girl.  He made love to me that night like it was the very first time.  Because I had been neglected for so long, he had to stretch me out again and open me up for his girth.  Thankfully, it didn’t hurt as much as it did the first time.  Feeling him explode inside of me felt like a victory, even if my bottom was still burning when he slid between my thighs.  His thirst for me was nearly unquenchable and we barely got any sleep that night.  As he drifted off with only a couple of hours to go before he had to return work, I snuggled close to his chest.  I was once again his Little Amy, and he was once again in charge.  A smile crossed my face as I drifted off to sleep.  I was exactly where I wanted to be.

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S LITTLE ONE

 
It wasn’t fun being a woman without a country.  I was born in Russia, and lived my life in the cold tundra with a father who drank vodka until he beat us mercilessly or passed out.  My mother was weak and would never stand up to him.  She just took her licks, and then climbed into his bed to satisfy him every night if he still had anything left after the vodka settled in his veins.  I lived in fear of my father from the moment I could walk, and rightfully so because he was a very dangerous man.  He was the product of the old Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, but found a place in the new empire when the old one crumbled.  Being his daughter meant I got to rub elbows with some of country’s elite.  Most of them knew how dangerous my father was, and even if they suspected something beneath my black eyes and busted, scabbed over mouth, they kept theirs shut.  Well, everyone except Lenny.  He didn’t give a shit about my father, and he seemed to have a strange infatuation with my mother.  I saw my mother begging and pleading with him one night and the next thing I knew, I was being taken from my home in the middle of the night.

I thought for sure I was going to be taken to a spot in the woods and raped—possibly murdered, but my fate was going to take a different turn.  My mother had conspired with Lenny to get me away from my father, and I was taken to a school in Ukraine where my old life faded away.  Outside of my father’s grasp, my life flourished.  I found my voice, and my teenage years were nice.  I dated a boy that I loved with all of my heart, and I graduated with some of the highest grades in my class.  Lenny arranged for me to stay with a nice family that he knew, and paid them a nominal amount each month to make sure I was taken care of.  I found out later that Lenny and my mother ran away together.  Getting rid of me was the beginning of her new life.  I was conflicted by the fact they didn’t take me with them, but thankful she didn’t choose to leave me alone with my father.  After I graduated high school, I went back to Russia so that I could go to college.  I worked odd jobs and Lenny sent money when he could.

The final point of my independence came the day I found out my father had died.  He had a nice insurance policy due to his work with the government, and my mother put it all in a bank account for me.  I wasn’t allowed to touch it until I was twenty five or I graduated from college.  Knowing I had some form of an inheritance waiting pushed me to finish college.  The boy I had dated in high school drifted away from my life as the years took their toll on our long distance relationship.  I really didn’t have time to date, and I was suspicious of suitors after word got out about the money waiting on me when I graduated.  My roommate at the time found the bank statement and leaked the story all over school.  After graduation, I used the money to buy a house, a car, and I started to look for a job.  As luck would have it, I ended up working for the government just like my father.  One of Lenny’s old connections gave me an interview and I did everything I could to impress him. 

After a few years of working for the government, I found myself really interested in foreign diplomacy.  I had learned to speak English while I was in college, and my translation skills were superb.  Once again, Lenny’s connections helped, and I ended up getting an offer to work at the Russian Embassy in America—right in the heart of Washington, D.C.  My mother often spoke of America as the land of milk and honey where everything was perfect and no bad things happened.  I wanted to see the paradise for myself, so I found a renter for my house, and put my car in storage.  Taking a flight for the first time was a little scary, but I made it thanks to a nice glass of wine. I refused to be a slave to alcohol like my father, but I did enjoy a few drops every now and again.  It helped to forget the things from my past which haunted my dreams many nights.  Despite being happy to return to Russia after my time in Ukraine, I was ready to get away again.  Walking the same steps as my father and rubbing shoulders with men and women who knew me as the sad little girl with bruises on her face ate away at me.