The Demons Within Me

A/N: I like reviews... They make me smile, and inspire chapters to come to me to be written a lot faster. Many thanks to CandyCaner for reviewing religiously ^.^ any ideas would be nice too...i feel the next chappy may not come out as quickly though... having troubles writing... Any way, enjoy rate and review XD.

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Thankfully, my mother was the one person in this house that cared even minutely for my social life, limited though it may be. And once I kept in touch with some male figures, she wasn’t complaining. Christopher may be a bad influence at times, but at least he was male. Never the less I was able to get Amanda to sleep over for the weekend, provided I went out with Christopher. A fair trade-off in my eyes. Now it was just to wait until she came over. I closed my eyes at my desk and thought back…



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We had met about a week after she had moved into the neighborhood. My parents had a habit for keeping the appearance of a functional family in public no matter what the truth was, and it was our ‘civic duty’ to welcome others to the area. When I saw her it was like something had clicked in me that refused to connect before. She was, is, gorgeous in her simplicity. I had left my parents to socialize with her parents while she showed me her room. We must have sat there for hours, just talking. I was hypnotized by her eyes, and voice as she told me things about herself. Her favorite color, red, her favorite band, Aerosmith, her birthday, 4th of September, what she did as a child… and then she listened. Her pale blue eyes entrancing me to tell her things about myself. How much I love art, swimming, something we have in common, I put my friends above myself sometimes, my weakness for chocolate, among other things. And we’ve simply gotten closer…



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I opened my eyes before my mind wandered to far from my body and moved over to my window-seat to wait for her. An hour had barely passed when I saw her familiar silhouette walking up the path and I moved from the sill and went to greet her at the door. “Hey.” she said as I opened the door. “Is your dad still up?” I nodded



“Yeah, but he’s probably drunk and passing out on the couch.” I replied “Come on.” I motioned as she shrugged her overnight pack on her back and followed me back upstairs to my room. She seemed more subdued than usual, or was she pissed? I couldn’t tell. We got back to my room and she dropped her pack on the floor near my door, her eyes holding and confusing blend of emotions that I couldn’t very well place. I raised my hand to caress her cheek. “What happened?”



“He kissed me.” she said with disdain and I gave her a wry smile.



“I take it you didn’t very much like it.” she gave me a glare, but it passed through me.



“I didn’t expect it…” she mumbled, her eyes softening “He walked me up to my door, and as I was telling him to go… he just… ugh.” she shuddered as I leaned on the now closed door, pulling her closer slowly. She looked at me almost hopefully, as I put my hands on her hips.



“So you didn’t like it… what are you going to do about it? Mope and sulk about the past, or deal with what’s in front of you?” I whispered, as the noise in my brother’s room started. She licked her lips and my eyes followed the movement. It didn’t take long for her to lean forward and press her lips against mine. My world now consisted of her scent, her taste, her softness. Her hands traveled to my hips as mine trailed their way up her back, pulling her closer to me. Our lips moving in tandem, I felt a familiar heat rise up within me as she pulled away. I let her go as she began to pull away. “ Did you bathe already?” she asked going towards her bag. I nodded, trying to keep the memory of the feel of the kiss as fresh in my mind as possible. She mumbled something I didn’t quite catch and moved to the bathroom without another word. My eyes followed her movements until she was out of sight before going back to the window to get lost in the darkness of the night…



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The light hurt my eyes as I squinted into the morning from my perch on the window. I didn’t recall falling asleep and I looked around in a semi panicked daze, hoping that nothing in my room was moved or destroyed when my eyes rested on Amanda’s sleeping form on my bed. A small smile tugged at the sides of my lips, only to fall when a shout came from downstairs. I sighed and moved the blanket, that was obviously draped over me by the beauty on my bed, off my shoulders and put my feet on the floor, relishing the feel of the fuzzy carpet beneath my feet. The volume of the shouts tapered off before lowering to a more manageable pitch. I assumed mom told him that there was someone else in the house which made the smile tug at my lips again. “What are you smiling at?” I heard the groggy voice from my bed and I turned



“Glad you’re here for more than one reason.” I replied moving towards her. “When did I fall asleep though?” I asked, lowering myself onto the bed hovering over her.



“I think before I cam out of the bathroom.” she tried wiping the sleep out of her eyes and sitting up but I pushed her back down gently.



“Don’t get up just yet.” Her eyes registered some shock at my actions, but she didn’t question it as I lay down on her chest, closing my eyes and just enjoying the closeness. Her arms came around me and I snuggled in closer. Wishing that I wouldn’t have to leave her side. Wishing that I could just stay in this little bubble forever. I sighed when I heard the voices raise again and knew that if I didn’t go downstairs soon, I would have to deal with him coming up, so I pulled away from her reluctantly telling her that she could stay up here a while longer if she wanted. She gave me a sleepy smile and made herself more comfortable within the bed sheets while I got off and went downstairs…



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“What is your fucking plan in life?!?” My father’s drunken voice sent shivers down my spine. How he managed to be sober when working was beyond my comprehension. “What do you plan to do with yourself? Other than fuck other women I mean.” My heart stopped beating for a moment until I heard the scrape of a chair and my brothers voice raising.



“It’s not like I haven’t done anything you wouldn’t approve of!!! Would you rather me screw men, cause I have a few lining up for attention.” I concealed a laugh and sigh of relief and walked into view. My father froze at my appearance then grunted something to my mother before turning his back on me to go into the fridge.



“Is Amanda up yet?” my mother asked, and I shook my head.



“I left her sleeping…” I said and she looked at me expectantly. “I might go to a movie with Chris either today or tomorrow.” Her face gained a satisfied smile on it as she turned to deal with the stove.



“What do you want for breakfast?” she inquired a few moments later as I moved to avoid my father pushing me down as he exited the kitchen, six pack in hand.



“Ummm, pancakes work.” I replied spying the batter in a bowl on the counter as I started to move inside, “Do you mind if I carry them to my room for when ‘Manda wakes up?” I asked she nodded briefly as she grabbed the bowl and began pouring batter into the now hot skillet. I shuffled around and got a large plate and some forks. I waited until she’d finished the pancakes to move to the fridge to get the honey, grabbed the now laden plate and forks and moved back to my room where Amanda was now properly waking up. She turned and sniffed the air as I walked in.



“Mmmm. Is that pancakes?” I chuckled as her sleepy voice



“Yes Amanda, it’s pancakes.” she gave me a sleepy smile as her eyes met mine before she sat up.



“Did you bring them all up for me?” she asked pouting, looking at my hands as I closed the door gently. “You know I can’t eat all of that… unless you want me to get fat…” at that I had to laugh.



“But don’t you swim?” I asked innocently, moving towards her as she sat up. She had a playful glint in her eyes, but with my parents awake and trying not to argue, I knew nothing was going to happen…



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My parents left to go get my brother some counseling for his ’so-called’ addiction. I simply thought it was his way of dealing with what he had to put up with in the house. What with our parents getting drunk, dad beating us if he ever caught us when he went on one of his drunken rampages, mom’s apparent lack of concern for our lives unless she was sober enough to remember our names… honestly, I think they might need the counseling more than he did. But, my mind wasn’t working properly to actually finalize exactly what else they needed , because my sanity was being delivered a crushing blow by a warm wet organ dragging lazily along my neck as I tried once again to continue the drawings from yesterday. “Play with me.” Amanda whispered as my pencil slipped from my fingers. My breathing was getting heavy as I tilted my head to allow her more access. Her hands gently traced circles along my arms, slowly getting lower when she bit down on the tender flesh. I moaned and my phone rang. She pulled away and I knew my facial expression was amusing her. “Aren’t you going to get that.” I closed my eyes and thought ‘Why would I want to answer the phone when the only one I’d want to talk to is right here… never mind we aren\'t doing much talking…’ when I opened my eyes again, she was on the bed. I groaned silently as I reached for my phone and saw it was Christopher. My mom must have told him. “Hey Chris.” I said feigning cheeriness



“Hello darling.” I rolled my eyes “I hear you are in need of my services.” ‘Your services could be delayed for a few hours I think…’



“Yeah, you know my mom… she insists I shouldn’t be locked in my room and wandering the streets.”



“And she wants to make sure her daughter is, for lack of a better word, normal.” I rolled my eyes.



“Yeah… normal. I’m normal.” I replied “I normally like girls.” he chuckled



“So… movie?” he was putting on his girl winning voice. The one that was supposed to promise sex.



“I guess… can Amanda come with?” I asked looking back at her. He mumbled something unintelligible before saying yes. I smiled as he hung up on me and Amanda picked the conversation up.



“So, what am I coming to and what do I need to wear?”



“Well… I’ll tell you in a little bit…” I said moving closer to her, wanting to taste her. She saw it in my eyes and came to meet me.



“ We have to stop meeting like this.” she said before our lips met. I closed my eyes to savor the texture before she pulled away.



“Movie. You can borrow my clothes if you want.” I mumbled, trying to capture her lips again. She smiled and complied, kissing me full force, her tongue demanding entry into my mouth, and my senses to shot to do anything but comply. When she pulled away this time, it was because she was pushing me onto the bed. I have no idea how we got turned around, or when she moved me, but I was not complaining as she pulling her nightshirt over her head. My mouth began to water at the sight of her firm, full breasts. I never really got over how beautiful they were as I moved forward and wrapped my mouth around the nubile flesh. She moaned and put her hands on my head, stoking my hair. I suckled her nub, pulling away slightly, stretching it away from her body only to press myself back into her. Her thighs now straddled me and she pulled me away from her to look into my eyes. She smirked after an unknown amount of time before I realized my phone was ringing… again…



I abandoned the notion of getting off before we met with Christopher for the rest of the day. And he refused to stop calling. First it was what time he’d pick m up. Then he moved to which theatre, then the movie. Then he called, I think, simply to annoy me saying he couldn’t remember what it was he called for but if I stayed on long enough it’ll come back to him. (He wanted to know if Amanda had cash to pay for her ticket, I told him no…she did but still.) Then he asked if Angeli could come, which was no problem to either of us and he knew it. I threw my phone in my bin and groaned, flopping onto my bed. “That’s it. If he calls again I’m not answering!”



“I think it’s cute that he thinks he can get you…” I gave her a look of disgust that masked my inner desire for her. If only she knew…