Having a willful daughter is one thing. Having her disobey me to the point of running away from home because she doesn't want to marry the Earl of Chesterfield, is another. Now I must enlist the help of Scotland Yard to find her...and when I do, there will be hell to pay.
“There you are Clarice. Did you think I would not look for you? Did you think I would let you get away with this charade? Come, pack your things and we will be on our way home. Or, if you are too tired, we can always stay at Hawthorne Place, in town. Come, come, girl. I do not have all night.”
“Did you hear me, Clarice? Pack your things and we will be on our way.”
“What makes you think I will come with you? Nothing has changed, I’m sure,” I say in a pleading way.
“Do not resist me, woman! You will come home with me or I will thrash you within an inch of your life!”
I will not take this. I have already made the move from my father’s house and I do not have to go back.
Walking away from him to the back of the store, I never for one moment thought he would follow me. I thought he would have more respect for the establishment to intrude on the sanctity of ownership.
“Do not walk away from me!” father cries as he follows me into the darkness of the shop.
When he pulls me by the shoulder to turn me around, I shrug him off and stand my ground. “I am not coming home with you, father. I cannot. You have made that impossible with your continuing demands that I marry Chesterfield. Now, if you will excuse me, the shop is closed and I want my bed. Please leave, Father, and never come back.”
I turn away from him once again but this time he is more violent, whipping me around to face him, our faces a mere breath apart.
“I am damned if I will allow this, do you hear me? You are mine. You belong to me, and you are damn well coming home!”
Seeing my beloved Clarice for the first time in weeks at once makes me so happy, and then wanting to thrash her for leaving me. I have been a sorry wretch without her. How could she have left me this way?
“I know you live upstairs, Clarice. I know all about your little escapade from the time you left home until this very minute. You left me helpless, not knowing if you were all right, if you were safe. And, damn you to hell for the pain, you are my daughter and you belong to me!”
Our chests are heaving now, I can feel the heat of Clarice’s anger on my face, and I'm aching so badly for her. Before I know what else to do, I roughly pull her against me and kiss the living daylights out of her, opening her mouth with my lips, letting my tongue taste her sweetness. She gasps into my mouth and a gentle moan escapes her throat, telling me that she wants this kiss. Telling me that perhaps she has also wanted me as badly as I have wanted her.