Mad Love

~Chapter 2~

It was a week after graduation and Enya was running around her room, cleaning it and making sure it was neat and tidy. It was almost always messy, which she thought added to its charm. But, for a smart guy like Collin, the room may make him think that she was a dirty pig, and she didn't want that. Her parents already lectured her enough about her room enough already.

Enya’s parents were Seamus and Alisha Phoenix. They had met each other at twenty-two, while they were in college and had been the cause of why Enya was an Irish-Native American mix. They knew love when they saw it because they had both experienced it. So, they knew what the glow in their daughter’s eyes meant when she had asked them last week if Collin Hunter could stay at the house while they were away. Neither minded it, of course. They liked both Collin and his brother, despite the problems that surrounded the boys.

Still, that didn’t stop Seamus from warning against sex between the two teenagers.

In a striking contrast, Alisha had told Enya that she kept her erotica books in the chest in the attic. Those books told how to have sex and how to make it enjoyable for both parties. Why she had those books, Enya didn’t know and frankly she didn’t want to know. The only thing her mother had said that was parent-like was the warning to have sex with protection.

Enya had blushed and had gotten flustered when she heard her mom talk about such dirty things. It was a little disturbing for a forty-something woman to be talking about that stuff. Alisha was one of the two parents who had told her to save sex for marriage or at least until she found true love. Sure, she felt she loved Collin, but she wasn’t sure if it was mutual and even if it was, she just couldn’t picture herself doing…that kind of stuff.

Besides, she read the books anyway, only neither of her parents knows that she does it (she thinks). She figured out how to unlock her mother’s chest when she was fourteen, and then she read her erotica books, just to satisfy her built in sexual curiosity. And then, when she was finished reading, she would blushing so much that she promised herself not to do it again. Then the next week she did it again, and so on until it had become a weekly routine.

But, the point is that her parents were finally out of the house. Collin was coming to the house later that afternoon. Enya double-checked every room, making sure that each was tidy, including her room. She also checked her mother’s bookshop to make sure it was in order. Then, when she finally felt at ease she plopped onto the couch in the living room, laying down on her back and then turned on the TV. She was in the middle of laughing about an old Spongebob episode when she heard the doorbell ring from the lower floor. Enya lowered the television’s volume and went downstairs to answer the door to the shop.

Standing there was a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties, shouldering a black knapsack. He stood at about six feet tall, and had jet-black hair that was in a buzz cut. His skin was pale, giving Enya the impression that he didn’t go out often. His skin was so pale, in fact that she thought he looked like a vampire. His chin was well-carved stubble covered with a bit of a beard, and there was just the slightest hint of a cheekbone on his face. His eyes were narrow and were such a dark hue of blue that Enya mistook his eye color for black for a second. He was wearing a white t-shirt that had the American flag on it, blue denim jeans and a pair of sneakers. His body was muscled like those men on the football team or those men on those fitness commercials, indicating that he was athletic. The man smiled down at her, showing off his dimples.

“Hi,” he greeted, friendly.

Enya flushed, realizing that she was staring at the unfamiliar man. “Um, hi.”

“I’m Simon Black,” Simon said. “I live across the street from you and your folks.” He raised a thumb and pointed back at the house across the street.

“Oh, right,” Enya said, even though she really didn’t know who this man was.

After a few minutes, Enya started realized that Simon was staring at her with a strange look in his eye. She thought she saw a hint of a smirk on his lips, but she thought it was her imagination. Still, she felt self-conscious. Was there something wrong with the way she looked? She was wearing a white button down top, with the first two buttons unbuttoned, and a cute blue skirt that went up to at least a foot above her knees.

She crossed her arms across her chest. “Um, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude Mr. Black, but did you need something?”

Mr. Black blinked and then coughed into his hand. “Ah, yes. I was wondering if your mother was home.”

“I’m sorry, my parents aren’t home at the moment,” Enya said politely. “Why? What’s the problem?”

He shrugged. “It’s just that I’ve lived here for a couple years and I have yet to enter this shop and buy a book. Is it all right if I have a look around?”

Enya shook her head politely. “I’m sorry, Mr. Black, but the shop is closed until my parents get back.”

She made a move to close the door, mentally making sure not to seem rude. This man looked nice, but she felt like there were some alarms going off in her brain about him. Something didn’t seem right about him.

Mr. Black was too quick for her though. He blocked the door from being closed with his foot. He looked through the slit of the partially closed door, smiling down at Enya with slight embarrassment.

“I’m sorry if I seem rude,” he said. “But is it all right if I come in?” At Enya’s questioning look, he added. “I’m really thirsty and I hear that someone here is quite the tea maker. I’ve heard so many stories of the legendary tea mistress of the Bronx.”

Enya’s eyes widened. “I make the tea.” At the man’s look, she added embarrassingly. “I mean, well, I’m not sure about being a legend, but I do make good tea, if I do say so myself.” She added with a modest laugh.

Mr. Black looked shocked. “No! That’s you?” He smiled charmingly, his eyes glinting. “I guess the stories are true. You are more beautiful in person.”

The young girl felt her face go red. The man was so handsome, and to hear a compliment from someone handsome was something new to the girl. She wasn’t sure how to react.

“U–u–um,” she stuttered. “Thank you, Mr. Black.”

“Please, call me Simon,” he said, his voice sounding as smooth as velvet.

Now Enya did look at him strange, while donning a light blush. She’d only heard people talk like that on TV, on those soap operas. Usually, that tone of voice was used for flirting....

“It’s probably nothing,” she thought. “But still...”

“Do you really need tea that badly?” Enya asked tentatively, so she wouldn’t sound rude.

Simon cleared his throat, covering his mouth with a fist. “I’d really appreciate it. My throat’s been killing me all day.”

Enya nodded briefly. This man sounded mature. Besides, she’d never seen him before, so there was no reason not to trust him. He was probably just a nice man who wanted help. With that in mind, Enya let Simon Black enter her home and led him upstairs where her house was. The man scrutinized the room with his near-black eyes and nodded.

“Nice house,” he said.

“Thank you,” Enya replied, smiling with a little pride as she walked to her kitchen. “You can just sit on the couch and I’ll get your tea done.”

Simon nodded and sat on the couch, looking at what was on TV. “You like to watch Spongebob.”

Enya should have realized that what he said was a statement, not a question. But, it didn’t register her, unfortunately.

"Yeah," she answered from her kitchen. "But only the old episodes and the specials."

Simon nodded to himself. That made some sense....

Within minutes, Enya plopped on the couch next to Simon Black with two cups of tea in her hands. Smiling, she handed one to Simon and kept the other for herself. The two of them sat next to each other, individually sipping their tea at their own different paces. Enya let out small moans as she sipped her tea. She wasn't a girl who was excessively proud, but if there was one reason for her to boost her ego, it was her ability to make tea. It always tasted good and fresh because she always added something extra to give it that kick. Whether it was cinamon, lemon, or even honey, it always tasted good. She just didn't have the chance to brag about it, but if given the chance she'd go on and on about it, until she started rambling. Some people got annoyed with it, but not her family and close friends. Like Collin, for instance....

"Holy crap, I almost forgot," she thought out loud, as she checked her wristwatch. And then she sighed, relieved. It was still only a half hour until he got there.

She was so focused on her inner boastings about her tea and Collin that she didn't notice that Simon Black was staring at her with intense eyes that would have chilled her had she sensed it.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked, sipping his tea, still staring at her without Enya's notice.

"Oh, it's nothing," Enya sighed. "It's just that I'm having a friend over and he'll probably be here soon."

She went back to her tea and watching the television. She didn't notice the man's hands clench around the handle on his cup....

"A friend?" Simon asked, his voice sounding tight.

Enya turned her head to answer him, but froze with her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide. The way Mr. Black was looking at her, and the way his lips twitched into what looked like a scowl worried her. And the way his hand was clenched against that cup...the ceramic looked like it would crack any second.

"U-uh, yeah," she said uneasily. Gulping, she put her cup down on the floor and got up from the couch. "I think I'll go call him--"

Out of nowhere, Enya felt her hand be grabbed in a tight grip. It was so shocking that she lost her footing and landed on the couch on her back...on top of Simon Black.

Simon tensed as the young woman fell on him. Her form had fallen back force against his chest, with her petite little bottom against his hips. The back of her head landed on his shoulder and was thrown back so she was staring up at the ceiling. His senses were attacked by the scent of her body wash and her very body itself. Simon felt his face flush and his body heat up under hers. And oh God....! Her soft brown hair tickled his nose, flooding his nostrils with her shampoo.

Strawberry vanilla....So, *so* gooood....

Simon's arms started twitching uncontrollably....

No more....He couldn't wait any longer...!

For a few seconds, Enya couldn't move, due to the shock. But then, it hit her like a hit to the head: She was laying on top of a full grown man she'd never met before! Flushing with embarassment, she muttered an apology and tried to get off, but found that she couldn't. Enya felt two things snake around her stomach and waist and was surprised to find that Mr. Black's arms were holding her in place. Suddenly hearing the red alerts go off in her brain, Enya turned her head to look up into Mr. Black's face, her eyes widened with shock and fright.

"M-Mr. Black...?"

Simon didn't answer, but he did turn himself and Enya over until he had her against the couch, pinning her body with his. Enya's face was against the couch, but turned to the side so she could breath and talk to the strange man who had her up against the couch with his crushing body. She felt unpleasant shivers go up and down her spine when she felt his face in her hair and his harsh breathing against the back of her ear.

"Mr. Black, what are you doing?!" she yelled, half angered and half scared.

Simon Black didn't seem to hear her. His hands started wandering all over the young girl's body, making Enya gasp and freeze with fright and shock. She started hyperventalating in a way that made her chest rub against the couch as her lungs forced it to go up and down. She couldn't move, no matter how much she wanted to. It was frightening her, and that made her feel even more helpless than she already was. And thinking that made her paralysis even worse.

Meanwhile, Black's hands continued to wander under her shirt and caressing her skin. Simon rellished in how smooth Enya's stomach was. Her body was so perfect...no trace of fat what-so-ever! He groaned softly as he forced his hand further up her body and under her bra. Simon cupped one breast and squeezed it, groaning with desire. She fit so well against his hands...! Enya, when she felt him squeeze her, let out a choked gasp and started trembling. The thought that she was frightened beyond belief didn't cross his mind. He was so deluded in his passionate acts that he thought she was enjoying his ministrations. With that in mind he started trailing kisses up and down her neck. On the back...on the side...he didn't care. He wanted to taste her milky white skin.

Enya's mouth gaped as she felt Mr. Black's breath on her neck as he kissed it with such fierce. She tried to say something, but what escaped her mouth were choking sounds, not words. She couldn't even speak! What was she going to do? She had to get out of this situation and get this man out of her house.

"Come on body....Move...! Do something," she thought desperately, clenching her eyelids closed.

"Do you know how long I have been dreaming of you? Of this moment...?" Simon breathed into her ear, his voice husky.

Enya felt tears prick her eyes and trail down her cheek. Her lip trembled and a sob was let out. The sound didn't really register Simon's hazed mind.

"Too damn long," Simon drawled out, suddenly crushing his hips against her bottom and rubbing himself against it sensuously.

Enya could feel something hard against her butt, but her panicking brain wouldn't allow her to register what it was.

"You're so beautiful," Simon crooned in her ear, beginning to make his way to her lips. "I don't know how I was able to resist all these years."

He paused in his journey. "I love you so much, Enya. My Promised One."

Simon Black's words didn't really go through to Enya's mind. All she could focus on was the hand that had started to move. The hand that had been wrapped around her stomach, unused and lonely, had started to move down under Enya's skirt. Enya's eyes snapped open as it moved down. The hand that was on her breast was pulling and squeezing it with vigor, making her nipple naturally harden because it was being touched so roughly. Simon's hand went under her skirt and rubbed at her panties, making Enya's stomach turn and some bile rise in her throat. Then the hand moved under her panties and tried to touch the skin there....

Something in Enya snapped, making her mobile again. She started screaming and thrashing around in Simon's grip, making the man stop and stare down at her in shock. She continued to do it, with such anger and hysteria that Simon thought her to be possessed by something. Considering he let himself be caught off guard, it was no surprise that Enya managed to elbow him in the gut.

Simon gasped and covered his lower stomach with his hands, nearly falling off the couch and giving room for Enya to escape. The young woman climbed over the couch and ran to the other side of the room, covering her clothed chest with a protective arm. She whipped her head around and glared at the man with blazing blue-green eyes.

"Get out of here!" she yelled out. "Get out of my house!"

Simon Black had gotten his wind back and stood up. His face looked concern and his hands were out in front of him in a defensive manner.

"Sweetheart," he started approaching her. "What's wrong?"

"Don't come any closer!" Enya cried out. "I'll call the police, I swear I will!"

"I was just showing how much I loved you," Simon ignored the threat, and tried to appease her. "I thought it would make you happy."

"Happy?! How would doing *that* with a stranger make me happy?!"

Simon smiled sweetly. "Oh, but my love, we aren't strangers. We're soulmates. People destined to meet and fall in love."

Enya glared harder. "But I *don't* love you! I don't even *know* you!"

Simon at first didn't want to realize it, but she was serious. Enya, despite being his Promised One, had rejected his love. His smile fell, and his eyes went wide and glossy. His shoulders slumped and his hands fell to his side like noodles. Simon felt his heart break into millions of little pieces as Enya's words (I *don't* love you!) rang out in his mind, mockingly. The rejection hurt....It hurt so damn much...!

Enya noticed his heartbreak, but chose to ignore it on the outside. "Get out! Now!"

He looked up at her, looking suddenly like a beaten and defeated dog. "All right my love. I'll leave."

She watched him walk down the stairs with that defeated walk, but didn't relax until she heard the door that led to the bookshop close. Enya then let out the breath she was holding and sank down to the shag-carpet floor. She leaned her head down until it hit the floor and she started taking deep calming breaths. What had just happened-NO-what had *almost* happened....God, how could she be so stupid! She should never have let him into the house!

Still, she couldn't help but feel a little guilt. She knew she shouldn't. That man was the one who was doing something wrong, and yet, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Didn't he say that he loved her...?

"Whatever," she thought. "Now's not the time to focus on that. He's gone and that's all that is important."

Enya repeated this over and over in her mind, until she finally felt at ease with herself. She exhaled a breath and stood up. She fixed her blouse, which had been unbuttoned somewhat, and adjusted her skirt. Then she walked back to the couch. There was her cup of tea, the steam that had been coming off it gone, indicating that the liquid was cold. On the other side of the couch was Simon Black's cup, laying on its side and tea coming out of it. Enya sniffed at the sight slightly, and then went into the kitchen and came back carrying a small towel. She crouched down on the floor and started cleaning up the mess.

Minutes went by as she rubbed the towel over the tea stain in the carpet, and she continued to rub it, even when the stain was dry. Something was nagging at Enya's mind, something so destracting that she didn't notice the stain was gone, or that Collin hadn't arrived...Or when the door leading up to her house had opened.

"Something's wrong, but what?" she wracked her brain. "I feel like I should have done something..."

She didn't hear the faint footsteps behind her.

"Something..."

The footsteps got closer until they landed right in front of her. Then, the owner of the feet crouched down to her level...

"I should have done..."

Enya felt a smelly cloth fall on her mouth and an arm wrap around her shoulders in a suffocating grip. She looked down to see that a hand was on the cloth, holding it against her mouth. She tried to fight to get the hand, but by doing so, she breathed in the strange scent that attacked her nose. Enya suddenly felt her eyelids get heavy and her body started to slacken. And the world was getting so blurry....

She fell on her back and stared up at the blurry ceiling through eyelids that struggled to stay up. It almost felt like she was going to go to sleep. Suddenly a blurry face looked down at her, its identity at first a mystery. When it got closer, she got a better look, but could only see a pair of eyes that looked the color of black...

*I should have watched him leave...!*

And then she saw darkness...

~End Ch. 2~

AN: Yeah, I'm gonna end it here. I know I promised the rape scene here, but I think that can wait the next chapter. I'm not really so good at rape scenes, as you can probably see from above, and I'm not really sure I'm ready (emotionally and mentally) to write something as serious and dark as rape. Well, we'll see in the next chapter.