Blood & Chocolate
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,323
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Kate
The stranger in the alley threw his promised ten dollars at her.
"Here ya go!" The man said in a cold tone as he walked away. "Enjoy!"
Kate picked up the two fives off the wet asphalt and pushed it into her backpack. She grabbed her water bottle and took a large swig. She never got used to the taste of a stranger. The taste of loneliness and grief.
She continued out of the alleyway, and turned left. It was raining harder now and she knew know one would pick her up tonight. She was close to the highway, she could hear the cars passing, everyone on there way, but how often do people really pick up hitchhikers?
Mostly, Kate didn't hitchhike. She stayed in her own area. Derry, New Hampshire. It was a nice town, for anyone who wanted to be there. She knew at a young age that she didn't want to stay. But she was sure now of what she wanted. What she needed. She needed to get away from this place, and all the people who came with it.
She could see the headlights of passing cars through the trees. People on there way. They all had there own lives, there own goals to fulfill. Some on there way back to their family's, their friends, their home sweet home's.
Kate thought back on her life. She remembered the first time her father had ever touched her as she stepped in the muddy puddles. Her mother had gone away for the weekend with friends. Kate came home at eight thirteen that night. She remembered seeing the time on the cable box when she walked through the door. Thirteen minutes late for curfew. She never cared much for curfews, but that night she happened to be tired. She thought she'd humor her father and be home on time. It was the first time she'd actually been home close to on time in a few years. Even at 13, she didn't care for authority.
She went up the stairs, left down the hallway, her bedroom door ahead, last door on the left. She always chose left. It brought her away from it all. It never failed. She opened the door and turned on the light. After changing and getting into bed, she turned on her television and relaxed. A knock at the door startled her, but she knew it was her father. She should have locked it and pretended to be asleep. She wasn't in the mood for a argument. Thats all her "family" ever did was fight.
He walked in, not letting her mutter a "Come in," or anything of the sort.
"What do you want?" She said sharply.
He walked towards the full size bed, he had a look in his eyes that could kill. Full of intent and amusement. Before she could say anything, he put his hand over her mouth hard. What was he doing? Her mind raced as he used his available hand to pull down her pants. Her father pulled out his hard on and mounted her.
She was a virgin at the time, so when he inserted himself into her, she let out a muffled scream. She thought it was huge, she didn't know at the time that is wasn't. He rammed himself in and out of her over and over.
This act continued for the next hour, and then for the last six years.
Arriving at the highway, she had no regrets about leaving. She was sick of the way she was living her life. At fifteen, she began giving her body out for money. Any age, race, or religion. She didn't discriminate. She knew she would need the cash in the future and wanted to be prepared. She would sleep with boys and men, then come home to have her father ready for her. After a time, he didn't need to cover her mouth anymore. She acted everyday, with him it continued. She'd pretend to love it, thats what he wanted.
Kate walked straight, the only way to go. The rain lightened up a little bit, but she didn't care either way. She had thought about all the men she had slept with. Using her for that specific moment. Someone to fuck. A small fee supplied all their wildest fantasy's. Anything they wanted they could receive with the right amount of money.
Her mother's face came into her mind. She never cared for Kate to much. She preferred her sisters, she had always made that clear. Crystal clear.
West. The sign on the highway told her thats where she was heading. She wanted to go west, knowing it would bring her the furthest away from Derry. She knew she could have done this eight months ago when she first stopped going home. Well, not home. The house she lived in. She could have headed out of the state then, but she needed more money. With the two thousand, one hundred, fifty three dollars she now had, Kate was satisfied. She could always make more. She would do what she was best at.
The highway got to a point where it split. There was two options. She choose what was best. Eating half a Hershey bar that was melting in her pocket, she choose west again. The road to the left.
"Here ya go!" The man said in a cold tone as he walked away. "Enjoy!"
Kate picked up the two fives off the wet asphalt and pushed it into her backpack. She grabbed her water bottle and took a large swig. She never got used to the taste of a stranger. The taste of loneliness and grief.
She continued out of the alleyway, and turned left. It was raining harder now and she knew know one would pick her up tonight. She was close to the highway, she could hear the cars passing, everyone on there way, but how often do people really pick up hitchhikers?
Mostly, Kate didn't hitchhike. She stayed in her own area. Derry, New Hampshire. It was a nice town, for anyone who wanted to be there. She knew at a young age that she didn't want to stay. But she was sure now of what she wanted. What she needed. She needed to get away from this place, and all the people who came with it.
She could see the headlights of passing cars through the trees. People on there way. They all had there own lives, there own goals to fulfill. Some on there way back to their family's, their friends, their home sweet home's.
Kate thought back on her life. She remembered the first time her father had ever touched her as she stepped in the muddy puddles. Her mother had gone away for the weekend with friends. Kate came home at eight thirteen that night. She remembered seeing the time on the cable box when she walked through the door. Thirteen minutes late for curfew. She never cared much for curfews, but that night she happened to be tired. She thought she'd humor her father and be home on time. It was the first time she'd actually been home close to on time in a few years. Even at 13, she didn't care for authority.
She went up the stairs, left down the hallway, her bedroom door ahead, last door on the left. She always chose left. It brought her away from it all. It never failed. She opened the door and turned on the light. After changing and getting into bed, she turned on her television and relaxed. A knock at the door startled her, but she knew it was her father. She should have locked it and pretended to be asleep. She wasn't in the mood for a argument. Thats all her "family" ever did was fight.
He walked in, not letting her mutter a "Come in," or anything of the sort.
"What do you want?" She said sharply.
He walked towards the full size bed, he had a look in his eyes that could kill. Full of intent and amusement. Before she could say anything, he put his hand over her mouth hard. What was he doing? Her mind raced as he used his available hand to pull down her pants. Her father pulled out his hard on and mounted her.
She was a virgin at the time, so when he inserted himself into her, she let out a muffled scream. She thought it was huge, she didn't know at the time that is wasn't. He rammed himself in and out of her over and over.
This act continued for the next hour, and then for the last six years.
Arriving at the highway, she had no regrets about leaving. She was sick of the way she was living her life. At fifteen, she began giving her body out for money. Any age, race, or religion. She didn't discriminate. She knew she would need the cash in the future and wanted to be prepared. She would sleep with boys and men, then come home to have her father ready for her. After a time, he didn't need to cover her mouth anymore. She acted everyday, with him it continued. She'd pretend to love it, thats what he wanted.
Kate walked straight, the only way to go. The rain lightened up a little bit, but she didn't care either way. She had thought about all the men she had slept with. Using her for that specific moment. Someone to fuck. A small fee supplied all their wildest fantasy's. Anything they wanted they could receive with the right amount of money.
Her mother's face came into her mind. She never cared for Kate to much. She preferred her sisters, she had always made that clear. Crystal clear.
West. The sign on the highway told her thats where she was heading. She wanted to go west, knowing it would bring her the furthest away from Derry. She knew she could have done this eight months ago when she first stopped going home. Well, not home. The house she lived in. She could have headed out of the state then, but she needed more money. With the two thousand, one hundred, fifty three dollars she now had, Kate was satisfied. She could always make more. She would do what she was best at.
The highway got to a point where it split. There was two options. She choose what was best. Eating half a Hershey bar that was melting in her pocket, she choose west again. The road to the left.