Endless Love

“Why, why are you fixing me up,” Clark muttered, he winced as Lyla poked his injuries with the cleaning solution. Lyla continued poking, ignoring the wincing and snickering to herself as she continued. Alex was on the other side of Clark, cleaning all the blood off his face and body, and underneath of his body so that it wouldn’t stain the floor. Lyla’s parents were in the kitchen cleaning the blood off of Lyla’s father’s hand, while Jaxon stayed in the back; her face was white, and she was shivering.

“Despite what YOU may think, we aren’t bad people. We also didn’t want you bleeding on our porch for everyone to see,” Lyla badgered. Alex could feel her animosity from where he was sitting, and felt like he never wanted to be on the receiving end of it. He reached for Lyla’s hand and gave a small squeeze to assure her that everything would be okay, and that she was doing great.

When they finished patching Clark up and got all the visible blood off of him and the floor, they lifted him to his feet and walked him to the kitchen where they sat him down. Lyla’s parents joined them at the table, with disapproving looks on their faces. Lyla’s father was the first to speak, “it has come to my attention that you used Lyla to get back at me for sleeping with her. And you did so, so that you could keep your job, which was not going anywhere to begin with, so I’m not sure why you did it. But, here’s what I’m going to do… You can keep your job at the same level you are, but if you ever sleep with my daughter, or even flirt with her, not only will you lose your job, but you’ll continue eating your food through a straw,” Lyla’s father jeered.

Clark’s eyes widened, and he threw his hands in the air, “I promithe, thish won’t happen, again,” he slurred. Another tooth had come loose in his mouth, so he pulled it out of his mouth then shoved it into his pocket. They continued badgering Clark about his actions and the events that had played out the days previous, then Lyla and Alex walked Clark to the front door. Another smacking sound filled the house, Alex had thrown a punch at Clark then slammed the door.

Lyla brought her hands up to her mouth and gave a small gasp; she wasn’t expecting Alex to do that, but she had been understanding why. Alex turned and went to the kitchen looking for a rag to wipe his knuckles off on, and was met with Lyla’s father who high fived him and went on his way. Everyone reconvened in the living room and enjoyed each other’s company.

When things settled in the house, Alan cleared his throat; demanding everyone’s attention. Everyone looked in his direction, then they still had one more thing to settle—Jaxon. She was the only one who had not looked to Alan, because she was still on her phone scrolling away. Lyla had gotten annoyed and threw a pillow at her, which did finally get her attention.

“So, Jaxon, it has come to my attention that you have been attempting to be unfaithful to me, while also believing that I would still take care of you, but that is not the case. I entered this relationship with you, because I liked you and thought you could make me feel young,” he paused, then raised his head, meeting Jaxon’s annoyed gaze.

“Luckily, for me, I’ve been reconnecting with my ex-wife, and unfortunately, for you, I believe we are through. I will have my assistant send for a vehicle to come pick you up,” he jeered. Jaxon’s expression shifted from annoyed to shocked, and a smile grin started on Lyla’s lips. She had been secretly hoping that one day her parents would get back together; she had been hoping since she was seven, and today she would finally get her wish. Her heart began doing somersaults and backflips, and Jaxon began panicking now that she didn’t know what to do without all the money Lyla’s father had.

With a snobby huff, Jaxon popped up to her feet, and began gathering her things. She disappeared into one bathroom to shower off the pool water that had soaked into her skin. Everyone else went back to having their own conversations, and Lyla was psyching herself up to ask her parents, “so you’re getting back together, again,” Lyla was now beaming at her parents.

Her mother spoke first, “well, honey, we’ve been connecting, and getting along, so we discussed it when your father got here. But now that you have brought to our attention what Jaxon was doing and how she was behaving; it made it that much easier for us to try this again, and for your father to leave her.” Lyla didn’t know why, but she started crying; the tears just flowed from her eyes while she held a smile on her face.

“You do not know how long I’ve been waiting for this day,” she sobbed, her heart soaring. She hugged her parents, and for the first time in a long time, she hugged her dad genuinely. She let go and went to sit next to Alex, and grabbed his hand and brought it to her chest, excited about what her days offered.

After Jaxon finished her shower, Alan informed her that her ride had arrived and helped her carry her stuff out to the car. A few minutes later, Alex and Lyla had decided they wanted to go on a date, so they went upstairs and changed into more elegant clothes. Lyla changed into a wonderful floral, white sun dress; she also pulled her hair into a preppy ponytail and clipped in a matching floral bow. She put lipstick and eyeliner on and finished her look with a small pair of heels.

Alex had only thrown so many clothes into his bag when he drove to see Lyla, but he threw in a nice outfit for such days. He donned a red, plaid flannel, and a nice pair of jeans, then finished the look off with a pair of cowboy boots, he had actually stopped on his way from his apartment to buy the pair. He parted his hair, then headed back down to the front door to wait for Lyla.

Once they were both finished getting ready, they both climbed into Alex’s car, and Alex picked a random restaurant for lunch and headed the car in that direction. Beforehand, he wanted to look around the town that he would stay in for the summer, and wanted to see the sights as well. They drove around for at least half an hour, then headed to the restaurant, and Alex parked the car.

He had decided he wanted to make it a proper date, so he came around the car to open the door for Lyla, then opened the door to the restaurant; Alex followed behind Lyla watching the way her hips swayed beneath her dress. He was a tad excited for their date, because he didn’t tell Lyla what kind of lunch they would have, or the type of entertainment that would be a part of it.

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He had taken her to a BDSM club that doubled as a restaurant during the day, and had dancers on a stage. Lyla was taken aback, but could feel her lower half heating under her dress, and Alex could feel that his lunch pick had been the right one.