For Phil, the next week seemed to stretch on forever. He tried his best to keep in Sadie’s good books, cooking her dinners, complimenting her and even sleeping with her semi-regularly. It was mostly to keep away the ache in his balls, seeing as Kiara was now off limits to empty them for him. Unfortunately even Sadie now was noticing how absent he was looking during their intimate moments. To be fair, she was right that he was always envisioning someone else when they were fucking, but he was pretty sure, she didn’t imagine in her wildest nightmares that it was her teenage daughter. The only times he got animated during their sex was towards the end, when he was trying his hardest to conjure up Kiara’s tight little body underneath him. Only then could he properly shoot his load. All in all from Sadie this was a minor gripe though, and mostly she was pleased to see her little girl actually seeming a lot brighter around the house for once.
At lunchtime on the Friday, he’d crept around to the back of the site and called up the local posh Italian restaurant. Not the type he would’ve chosen himself to go to, but this was meant to be something momentous. With the table all booked, he hung up and went back around and swept past his colleagues, even able to gloat about having the rest of the day free. “I shall see you dicks later. Oi, don’t work too hard now.”
“Piss off part-timer!” came some of the responses to that. He just stuck two fingers up at them as he left them to their work. Terry even glared over at him with his piggy eyes, but made no comment. Phil had booked this afternoon off last week, and his boss had had to allow it, much to his chagrin.
He’d elected to spring the meal on Sadie as a surprise. Otherwise she would only get suspicious and continually quiz him about why they were going in the first place. To avoid that, he’d waited till today to tell her. So, as he burst through the front door at just after two o’clock, he called out, even before it had slammed shut behind him. “Sadie? Sadie!”
She came out of the lounge, looking bleary eyed, evidently from an afternoon nap. By the sound of the volume coming from in there, she’d fallen asleep in front of the television as well. “What? … What are you doing here?” She looks somewhat shocked, but pleased. He ignored her state entirely, and pulled her into his arms, ruffling her hair. “You, and I, and Kiara are all off out to Little Venice for the evening, my treat.” She blinked and yawned, giggling at his whirlwind behaviour. “Wait wait, you silly man. What is all this?”
But he just patted his wallet in the inside pocket of his jacket and kissed her. “I came home early to get ready for it. You’d better do the same, you know how posh it is in there. I want you looking your most beautiful ok?”
She still looked bewildered, but as the idea sank in, she brightened. “Have you had a win on the horses or something?” she said, rubbing her eyes to clarity.
“No, never mind all that. Can you text Kiara too and tell her?” For a moment Sadie looked a bit disappointed that it wasn’t just a romantic meal for two, but even going out as a whole family was something special nowadays. At the minute she had just been loafing around the house in her comfortable trousers and pullover, but she was mentally choosing which of her few best outfits she might wear tonight. “Have you got something special you want to tell me?” she said, her big eyes wide and attempting to twinkle. He patted her on the back as he squeezed her, then pecked her lips.
“Hey, what did I say? Come on, go and get yourself ready.”
He then let her go and stepped away, giving her room to get to the stairs. “And don’t forget, text Kiara and tell her that when she comes in, she’ll have to get ready too!” he called out the last few words as Sadie started to walk up, slowly at first, but then finding more energy towards the top.
As she went through to the bedroom, she grabbed her phone from her locker and sent Kiara the message. The girl wouldn’t be allowed to have her phone on at school anyway, and she’d probably only read it on the way home, but at least if Sadie sent it now, she wouldn’t forget. She then wandered back and looked herself over in the mirror. She stroked her hair with her fingers, then looked again, not too pleased with the result. A shower and a new outfit would sort all of that out though and she’d be looking a million dollars by the time they left the house. She pranced over to the wardrobe and flung the door open to examine her current collection of decent clothing. As she flicked through the coat-hangers and looked at each piece, everything seemed either too casual, or too old. Her figure had definitely filled out more than she’d expected in the last few years, and she mostly kept some of these tiny dresses as a catalyst to set her on a proper diet. If she could eventually fit into some of this stuff, it’d be worth it all. Almost turning to despair, she finally came across an old black number, that she’d hardly ever worn. She pulled it out and held it up, then turned it around, wondering where on earth it had come from. Then it clicked. She’d bought it for a girl’s do out a few years ago, back when she actually regularly met up with her friends. Before she’d even met Phil and all of her time was taken up with her man in the evenings. She licked her lips, knowing that it would still fit. The puffy sleeves would be fine, and the cleavage at the front would offer her plenty to get Phil’s heart racing. She smiled and laid it out on the bed in preparation, then hurriedly slammed the wardrobe door shut, before practically skipping through to the bathroom.
For Kiara, the school-day had been quite a tense one. Usually she would be sitting in class, quite petrified about what would happen to her once she went home and entered Phil’s domain again. Today though, she couldn’t help but let the excitement get to her. Even her teachers had noticed that the girl was picking up with her work again. No longer would she just sit through each lesson in a sullen daydream, quiet, morose, just about doing enough work to avoid being shouted at. The reason was simple. Today, as Phil had promised, they would all head out for that meal after school, and they could come home, with her free. True, he’d said it’d take him a couple of days to pack and leave, but by Monday, she could walk into school again a free girl. Still a broken girl, but free.
She couldn’t trust her mum’s boyfriend fully though, and every day she’d checked she still had her bargaining tool. Even if he tried to get out of it, she still had that. If he didn’t leave them alone himself, she could force him to. The position of power still made her blood fizz in her veins, and she’d embraced every inch of having it.
Once the final bell rang out, she got her stuff together and slung her bag over her shoulder to leave. She came out of the gates and headed straight for the main road. This was a much longer route she took nowadays, but after Phil had kidnapped her a fortnight ago, she’d rather walk this route instead. She looked down at her phone as she walked, only keeping one eye on where she was going. A look of joy spread over her face as she read the text from her mum, sent nearly two hours ago now. So he really was going through with it. The air was still pretty cool as she carried on her way, but she felt warm inside. Glowing almost. She sped up, making up any lost time through not having taken the shortcut. For the first time in months, she was eager to get inside. She wanted to get changed, dress up really nice, and join them for this momentous meal out. She could almost feel tingles of anticipation spreading over her chest and down her arms, more than ready to see her tormentor finally fall from grace in her mum’s eyes. He wasn’t being revealed as the dirty heartless rapist that he really was, but even that didn’t bother Kiara at the moment.