The Demons Within Me
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
3,231
Reviews:
56
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is strictly coincidental
part 12
Author's Note: Thank you all for coming back again and again, I'd love to know who read the story but i'm afraid I can't...
CandyCaner: I'm really glad you enjoy my story and i hope you continue to see scenes as pleasing as Amanda 'attacking that bitch' and i hope you like this chapter as well.
ikkichi: after I finished writing that scene, I literally had Celine Dion playing in my head. XD
And here for all your viewing pleasure is the next installment... hope you enjoy it.
tell me if you do XD
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“Poor Cecilia.” I murmured as Amanda stroked my still wet hair. She managed to get a pass out of English while I was in the art room after washing my hair in the gym showers. She scoffed, and my fingers tugged at Angeli’s hoodie, which happened to be the only thing I was using to cover my upper body at the moment.
“She deserved it.” Amanda grumbled still playing in my hair
“True, but you could have been suspended.” I scolded. School without Amanda would be almost unbearable. I was barely surviving as it is.
“Pity about your shirt though.” she said changing the topic smoothly.
“Why?”
“I liked that one on you.” her hand stopped moving and I glanced back to see her eyes giving the tell-tale signs of another fantasy
“I have three or four more of those at home.” I pointed out bringing her back to reality
“Not the same color though… that one really brought out the amber in your eyes.” I barely suppressed a smile at her pouting face,
“Do you want me to draw you again or not?” I asked posing it as both a threat and a promise.
“Only if there’s pleasure with that torture you so like to induce.” she said seriously “I can’t take that without pleasure.”
“How does ice-cream sound?” her face lit up.
“Marvelous.”
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I smiled up at Amanda as she sat on the edge of my bed, holding her ice-cream cone and slowly licking the melting cream. “You’re doing that to taunt me on purpose.”
“The same way you do that thing with your eyes.” she retorted quickly
“For the last time, what thing with my eyes?” as far as I knew I just drew. She stopped licking for a moment and looked at me seriously as though for the first time
“You honestly don’t know?” I shook my head and she sighed. “You are going to be the death of all your models you know that?” I blinked at her and waited for her to continue. She sighed, “You know how when you draw you tend to focus on every little detail?” I nodded, “Well… sometimes, you seem to undress and rape me with your eyes… I thought you were doing it on purpose…” my jaw dropped and I rethought every time I’d ever drawn anything, human and inanimate object alike.
“I didn’t mean too…” I whispered, but then a wicked thought entered my mind. I cleared my mind and tried to focus on the feeling I had when I was drawing. If it drove her wild, why don’t I master it… these eyes of mine…
She was done with the ice-cream by now. Way done… and fighting not to squirm too much as I painted her, now aware of what I did with my eyes I was willing to take full advantage of it. I projected every brush stroke, every piercing glance and addition to the painting onto her body until I was sure she was dying for a release.
“It’s your fault for telling me.” I sang as I dipped the brush again into color. “Don’t move.” she ground her teeth and looked up
“I hope I get more ice-cream for this.” I smirked.
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Amanda was gone and I felt the ache begin again. Looking out my window, I never felt so empty. I wanted her with me damn it… I sighed and closed my eyes briefly, resting my cheek against the cold pane. I missed her and she wasn’t even gone for fifteen minutes yet. “How pathetic am I?”
“Very if you can talk to yourself.” a dark voice said at my door. The timber sent chills down my spine as I opened my eyes and turned to face my father. “What is it I hear about you being in a fight again?” ‘Wait, the fact that I’m drawing for my school you don’t register until after my cousin comes into the house and tells you, but a fight you hear about in gossip?’
“I wasn’t in a fight.” I said simply.
“And yet Cecilia Darwin made it home with bruises all over her body.” my father was fuming and his anger was directed at me… not good. “Do you have any idea how this makes us look?”
‘Calm down Saige. Don’t lose your tongue on this.’
“day in and day out I put up with your antics and shenanigans… Now you decide to ruin a business deal for me because you don’t like someone?!!” I ground my teeth. I was to blame because she dumped some slime on me and Amanda attacked her.
“I’m telling you it wasn’t me.” I stated, trying to stay calm against his raising voice.
“Like hell it wasn’t! Samantha, you always did have a fucked up temper.”
‘I wonder who I got it from.’ I thought-demanded as I turned my face from him
“You ruined my investment!!”
“I’m sorry dad.” I put venom behind the words, hoping only after I said it that in his drunken slur he didn’t hear it. Too bad… he wasn’t as drunk as I thought…
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I missed school the next day. My father refused to take me to the hospital and my mother tended to my wounds. I found out only after, my mom was at work other wise I would not have been dealt the hand I was. Three broken ribs (mind you the burns had only just healed on that side.), my left leg was fractured, and my jaw felt like it had been dislodged. Put together with several bruises from being thrown against the wall when I couldn’t duck or weave at just the right time meant bed-rest for the time.
‘God I hate my life.’ I stretched my hand across to my bed side table and picked up my blank sketch pad, determined not to let this slow me down too much. What can I say? I love to draw…
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I’d done four drawings from memory when my door opened. Instinctively I adjusted my pencil to a more weapon-like grip until I saw who walked in… then I just wanted to hide.
“What happened?” Melinda’s voice was a choked gasp when she saw the bruise on my face. I quickly turned my face and offered a grim smile.
“My dad, and I can still draw for the exhibition if you want.” I said. Her face registered disbelief and disgust at my words
“How could he do this?” she obviously hadn’t heard past my first statement.
“Easy.”
“And why are you so calm about this?” she demanded, concern etched in her eyes. I shifted my eyes, careful not to show any more of my bruises
“I’m used to it… Don’t worry about it too much, I’ll be fine in no time.” the confidence I masked my words with hid a different meaning.
‘I’ll be fine… But for how long.’
CandyCaner: I'm really glad you enjoy my story and i hope you continue to see scenes as pleasing as Amanda 'attacking that bitch' and i hope you like this chapter as well.
ikkichi: after I finished writing that scene, I literally had Celine Dion playing in my head. XD
And here for all your viewing pleasure is the next installment... hope you enjoy it.
tell me if you do XD
~~~~~~
“Poor Cecilia.” I murmured as Amanda stroked my still wet hair. She managed to get a pass out of English while I was in the art room after washing my hair in the gym showers. She scoffed, and my fingers tugged at Angeli’s hoodie, which happened to be the only thing I was using to cover my upper body at the moment.
“She deserved it.” Amanda grumbled still playing in my hair
“True, but you could have been suspended.” I scolded. School without Amanda would be almost unbearable. I was barely surviving as it is.
“Pity about your shirt though.” she said changing the topic smoothly.
“Why?”
“I liked that one on you.” her hand stopped moving and I glanced back to see her eyes giving the tell-tale signs of another fantasy
“I have three or four more of those at home.” I pointed out bringing her back to reality
“Not the same color though… that one really brought out the amber in your eyes.” I barely suppressed a smile at her pouting face,
“Do you want me to draw you again or not?” I asked posing it as both a threat and a promise.
“Only if there’s pleasure with that torture you so like to induce.” she said seriously “I can’t take that without pleasure.”
“How does ice-cream sound?” her face lit up.
“Marvelous.”
~~~~~~
I smiled up at Amanda as she sat on the edge of my bed, holding her ice-cream cone and slowly licking the melting cream. “You’re doing that to taunt me on purpose.”
“The same way you do that thing with your eyes.” she retorted quickly
“For the last time, what thing with my eyes?” as far as I knew I just drew. She stopped licking for a moment and looked at me seriously as though for the first time
“You honestly don’t know?” I shook my head and she sighed. “You are going to be the death of all your models you know that?” I blinked at her and waited for her to continue. She sighed, “You know how when you draw you tend to focus on every little detail?” I nodded, “Well… sometimes, you seem to undress and rape me with your eyes… I thought you were doing it on purpose…” my jaw dropped and I rethought every time I’d ever drawn anything, human and inanimate object alike.
“I didn’t mean too…” I whispered, but then a wicked thought entered my mind. I cleared my mind and tried to focus on the feeling I had when I was drawing. If it drove her wild, why don’t I master it… these eyes of mine…
She was done with the ice-cream by now. Way done… and fighting not to squirm too much as I painted her, now aware of what I did with my eyes I was willing to take full advantage of it. I projected every brush stroke, every piercing glance and addition to the painting onto her body until I was sure she was dying for a release.
“It’s your fault for telling me.” I sang as I dipped the brush again into color. “Don’t move.” she ground her teeth and looked up
“I hope I get more ice-cream for this.” I smirked.
~~~~~~~~
Amanda was gone and I felt the ache begin again. Looking out my window, I never felt so empty. I wanted her with me damn it… I sighed and closed my eyes briefly, resting my cheek against the cold pane. I missed her and she wasn’t even gone for fifteen minutes yet. “How pathetic am I?”
“Very if you can talk to yourself.” a dark voice said at my door. The timber sent chills down my spine as I opened my eyes and turned to face my father. “What is it I hear about you being in a fight again?” ‘Wait, the fact that I’m drawing for my school you don’t register until after my cousin comes into the house and tells you, but a fight you hear about in gossip?’
“I wasn’t in a fight.” I said simply.
“And yet Cecilia Darwin made it home with bruises all over her body.” my father was fuming and his anger was directed at me… not good. “Do you have any idea how this makes us look?”
‘Calm down Saige. Don’t lose your tongue on this.’
“day in and day out I put up with your antics and shenanigans… Now you decide to ruin a business deal for me because you don’t like someone?!!” I ground my teeth. I was to blame because she dumped some slime on me and Amanda attacked her.
“I’m telling you it wasn’t me.” I stated, trying to stay calm against his raising voice.
“Like hell it wasn’t! Samantha, you always did have a fucked up temper.”
‘I wonder who I got it from.’ I thought-demanded as I turned my face from him
“You ruined my investment!!”
“I’m sorry dad.” I put venom behind the words, hoping only after I said it that in his drunken slur he didn’t hear it. Too bad… he wasn’t as drunk as I thought…
~~~~~~
I missed school the next day. My father refused to take me to the hospital and my mother tended to my wounds. I found out only after, my mom was at work other wise I would not have been dealt the hand I was. Three broken ribs (mind you the burns had only just healed on that side.), my left leg was fractured, and my jaw felt like it had been dislodged. Put together with several bruises from being thrown against the wall when I couldn’t duck or weave at just the right time meant bed-rest for the time.
‘God I hate my life.’ I stretched my hand across to my bed side table and picked up my blank sketch pad, determined not to let this slow me down too much. What can I say? I love to draw…
~~~~~~
I’d done four drawings from memory when my door opened. Instinctively I adjusted my pencil to a more weapon-like grip until I saw who walked in… then I just wanted to hide.
“What happened?” Melinda’s voice was a choked gasp when she saw the bruise on my face. I quickly turned my face and offered a grim smile.
“My dad, and I can still draw for the exhibition if you want.” I said. Her face registered disbelief and disgust at my words
“How could he do this?” she obviously hadn’t heard past my first statement.
“Easy.”
“And why are you so calm about this?” she demanded, concern etched in her eyes. I shifted my eyes, careful not to show any more of my bruises
“I’m used to it… Don’t worry about it too much, I’ll be fine in no time.” the confidence I masked my words with hid a different meaning.
‘I’ll be fine… But for how long.’