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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
68,041
Reviews:
90
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Baby Girl
She had no time to think. She ran, and she ran hard. She knew James would keep him downstairs for another two or three minutes, at least or most. She couldn’t be sure.
His eyes. Those yes… Those spiraling sapphire opals, fiery, dangerous. She saw the hammer. She saw it. She saw the thing in his pocket. She did. But that didn’t scare her. That wasn’t it at all.
It was his eyes. They were glazed. They were crazy. Insane. She had to escape them. She had to. She just had to, or he was going to hurt her, she knew he was, she knew it, she knew…
She ran hard. She skipped stairs on her way up. She swung into her bedroom and she locked the door. She was panting. Her chest was heaving heavily. She ran again, but this time, it was to her dresser. She yanked off that bikini and she snatched a long sleeve t-shirt – Fudpuckers ‘Mouth-2-Mouth’ instructor tee – and pulled it on over her head. Next, shorts. She grabbed the first she found. She tugged them on over her bikini bottoms, just as she heard thunder.
That was an understatement.
The entire house seemed to quake under Michael’s weight. He was a big guy, she knew. He wasn’t fat by any means whatsoever, but he was finely muscled. A well oiled machine. He could crush her. He would crush her.
She screamed when he started slamming his fists against her door.
“OPEN THIS GOD DAMN FUCKING DOOR, CHYLER!”
Slam, slam, slam.
“OPEN IT OR I’LL BREAK IT THE FUCK DOWN!”
She was staring, gaping, wide-eyed. She could hear the door cracking, splintering, beneath his fists. It shook on its hinges, but stubbornly remained where it was.
“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, CHYLER! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN IT NOW!
“No!” She cried, finally. “No! Not until you calm down! No!”
“CHYLER!” He roared. Finally, it stopped. She was trembling violently. She heard a thump; she guessed he had dropped his head down. She hadn’t realized she’d started crying.
“I’m sorry,” He said. She gasped.
It couldn’t be true. He wasn’t apologizing. He couldn’t be…
“Baby girl, I am so sorry…”
He only used that when he was genuinely sorry… He only used it when he meant it. She still trembled.
“It’s just…you’re so beautiful now and work…and…I’m stressed… Chyler, baby, come on… You know I didn’t mean it… You know I wouldn’t hurt you… I just got jealous, that’s all… I don’t want James or anyone else to have you… I was just being protective… I don’t want you to ruin your life with a jerk like them…I…I just lost it there… That’s all… Come on, baby… Open the door so I can properly apologize…”
She was silent for a long time. Then…
“You promise…you won’t hurt me?”
“Sweetheart, you know I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you. You’re my baby sister. That’s the problem. I don’t want you to get hurt…”
“Y-you…aren’t mad?...”
“Oh, baby… Chyler, you know I can’t stay mad at you… Come on… It’s me now. I’m okay. I’m better. I won’t do anything. I promise. Just open the door…”
She was moving forward. He sounded so sincere… He wouldn’t hurt her… He was her ‘Bubba’, as she had fondly called him when she could not properly pronounce his name as a little girl. He wouldn’t do anything. He loved her. She loved him. Not like that, but he was family… He was just overworked, that’s all… Just stressed, like he said…
She slowly approached and extended her hand. She bit at that supple lower lip, hesitating. Her fingers were on the knob.
“Come on, baby girl… I promise… I’m so sorry…”
She cracked. Wiping her face with the back of her hand, she sniffled, and her fingers closed around the knob. She turned it. It clicked. She opened the door. It creaked.
Michael stood on the other side. His head was bowed. A shadow crossed his face, removing his eyes from view, giving him a demonic look. He held a hammer in one hand, chains in the other. His jaw was tight.
“You didn’t really think you were getting off that easy, did you?”
That was the last thing she heard, in a low growl, before he came at her.
~*~
Sorry that took so long. Gotta’ love cliffhangers.
Read and review so I know you want the next chapter. -Winks-
- UK
His eyes. Those yes… Those spiraling sapphire opals, fiery, dangerous. She saw the hammer. She saw it. She saw the thing in his pocket. She did. But that didn’t scare her. That wasn’t it at all.
It was his eyes. They were glazed. They were crazy. Insane. She had to escape them. She had to. She just had to, or he was going to hurt her, she knew he was, she knew it, she knew…
She ran hard. She skipped stairs on her way up. She swung into her bedroom and she locked the door. She was panting. Her chest was heaving heavily. She ran again, but this time, it was to her dresser. She yanked off that bikini and she snatched a long sleeve t-shirt – Fudpuckers ‘Mouth-2-Mouth’ instructor tee – and pulled it on over her head. Next, shorts. She grabbed the first she found. She tugged them on over her bikini bottoms, just as she heard thunder.
That was an understatement.
The entire house seemed to quake under Michael’s weight. He was a big guy, she knew. He wasn’t fat by any means whatsoever, but he was finely muscled. A well oiled machine. He could crush her. He would crush her.
She screamed when he started slamming his fists against her door.
“OPEN THIS GOD DAMN FUCKING DOOR, CHYLER!”
Slam, slam, slam.
“OPEN IT OR I’LL BREAK IT THE FUCK DOWN!”
She was staring, gaping, wide-eyed. She could hear the door cracking, splintering, beneath his fists. It shook on its hinges, but stubbornly remained where it was.
“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, CHYLER! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN IT NOW!
“No!” She cried, finally. “No! Not until you calm down! No!”
“CHYLER!” He roared. Finally, it stopped. She was trembling violently. She heard a thump; she guessed he had dropped his head down. She hadn’t realized she’d started crying.
“I’m sorry,” He said. She gasped.
It couldn’t be true. He wasn’t apologizing. He couldn’t be…
“Baby girl, I am so sorry…”
He only used that when he was genuinely sorry… He only used it when he meant it. She still trembled.
“It’s just…you’re so beautiful now and work…and…I’m stressed… Chyler, baby, come on… You know I didn’t mean it… You know I wouldn’t hurt you… I just got jealous, that’s all… I don’t want James or anyone else to have you… I was just being protective… I don’t want you to ruin your life with a jerk like them…I…I just lost it there… That’s all… Come on, baby… Open the door so I can properly apologize…”
She was silent for a long time. Then…
“You promise…you won’t hurt me?”
“Sweetheart, you know I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you. You’re my baby sister. That’s the problem. I don’t want you to get hurt…”
“Y-you…aren’t mad?...”
“Oh, baby… Chyler, you know I can’t stay mad at you… Come on… It’s me now. I’m okay. I’m better. I won’t do anything. I promise. Just open the door…”
She was moving forward. He sounded so sincere… He wouldn’t hurt her… He was her ‘Bubba’, as she had fondly called him when she could not properly pronounce his name as a little girl. He wouldn’t do anything. He loved her. She loved him. Not like that, but he was family… He was just overworked, that’s all… Just stressed, like he said…
She slowly approached and extended her hand. She bit at that supple lower lip, hesitating. Her fingers were on the knob.
“Come on, baby girl… I promise… I’m so sorry…”
She cracked. Wiping her face with the back of her hand, she sniffled, and her fingers closed around the knob. She turned it. It clicked. She opened the door. It creaked.
Michael stood on the other side. His head was bowed. A shadow crossed his face, removing his eyes from view, giving him a demonic look. He held a hammer in one hand, chains in the other. His jaw was tight.
“You didn’t really think you were getting off that easy, did you?”
That was the last thing she heard, in a low growl, before he came at her.
~*~
Sorry that took so long. Gotta’ love cliffhangers.
Read and review so I know you want the next chapter. -Winks-
- UK