Chapter Eight

"That's it Amelia! you're grounded when you get back'' she pulled out an other outfit and left

''Mason will be here in about half an hour so you better be ready and presentable by then''

   I know why she wants me to look cute and cuddly, my cousins are all these gentle fluffy angels and basically mom doesn't want me to look like a homeless dude around them ...because that's how I usually look , I just try to not make myself look wanted for him , I wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea .

     I took a look at the outfit mom picked out and decided it was better than the first one so I should just go with it .

   I heard a car park and i looked out the window to see his car. so I took a deep breath and exited my room with a small duffle bag..enough for two days.

      I walked down stairs in a white shirt, a short black jacket and jean shorts , oh well.. It was better than a skirt , and the shorts weren't too short so I just went for it.

  I heard muffled voices until I turned to the living room and saw uncle Mason standing there with my parents chatting.

    "How is Claire doing?"  Mom asked Mason about his wife, he just replied with a simple "great".

   Then he turned to me, and my breath hitched, he was walking in my direction and I felt someone nudge my side, I turned to see mom, when  did she get here? .... I choked on my coming words ''h-hi uncle M-Mason...''

    ''Hello Amelia, you look beautiful'' he complimented then hugged me , it was a normal thing to see. My parents were used to him hugging, I just don't get why they couldn't notice the over special treatment I was getting over the years.

    He kept his arm on my shoulder and took my duffle bag from my weak arm and directed us to the door.

   " well ..I'll call you later David, take care''.

    ''Have fun sweety!'' Mom yelled from the front porch, I was not excited what's so ever , his house wasn't that far anyway so I just kept praying to get there already. I thanked god for the silence though..but he had to talk...

    "Why don't you love me Amelia?'' I was taken a back from his sudden question...so I tugged at my shorts even more than I did earlier and kept my eyes on my knees .

     " I really love you but you don't even care about calling me or replying to my texts''. What was I suppose to say?!.

   I can't believe what's happening, i flinched when I felt his hand on mine. But suddenly I couldn't move , fuck...it happened again.

He paralyzed me with his words and touches, not in a pervy horny way..no... In a way that if I moved he might flip on me and I didn't want that..I was scared .