The Neighbourhood
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
9,117
Reviews:
41
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
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This story contains violence, language, death, angst, abuse, and sex.
Reviews are welcome as is constructive criticism.
Chapter 4
There was only one supermarket in the whole town and it was relatively small.
Before they had left Beatrice changed into a white tank-top and jeans and Crowley zipped up his coat and put on a baseball cap. They had walked five blocks to get to the supermarket and then they went inside. Beatrice had been there plenty of times before - her father never went shopping. But it was decidedly embarrassing going in there now, looking how she looked and with someone who couldn’t have stood out more.
She expected people to gawk at them but no one did more than glance at them. Beatrice was relieved. She motioned Crowley to come with her into the empty snack aisle.
“Do you have a list or something?” She said quietly, looking around to make sure no one was coming.
Crowley raised an eyebrow at her.
“What are ya whisprin’ for? You hidin or somethin?” He asked.
Beatrice rolled her eyes. “Never mind. Now do you have a list?”
Crowley adjusted his cap, looking around. “Nah, I don’t need one.”
Beatrice sighed. “Men,” she muttered. “You stay here in this area and I’ll go get some things I need.”
“Righty-o,” Crowley said, moving away from her.
She took one last glance at him, then went to the feminine products aisle. She got a box of tampons and some deodorant.
She was heading to the drink aisle when she saw him. He was at the bakery, getting some bread. As if sensing her eyes on him he glanced up and saw her.
“Bea?”
She ran. She found Crowley holding a bag of chips.
“We…have…to go,” she panted.
“What? Why?”
Beatrice grabbed his arm and pulled him forward.
“My dad. He’s here.”
“Beatrice! Beatrice, dammit, you better stop right there!”
She turned around. He was standing a few feet away from them. And he looked pissed.
She tugged hard on Crowley’s arm.
“Come on!” She hissed.
Crowley pulled her to his side, his arm slipping around her waist. Beatrice froze. What the hell was he doing?
“Did you want something, sir?” He asked politely.
Her father’s face grew red. “Yeah, I want something. That’s my fucking daughter,” he snarled.
“And she's also my fucking fiancée,” Crowley replied smoothly.
Beatrice caught on. She clutched his chest and looked up at him. “Justin, please! Let’s go,” she pleaded.
“What? Is this true, Bea?” Her father asked, incredulous.
“Yes. I’m pregnant. And he’s the father,” she lied.
Her own father paled, eyeing Crowley with contempt.
“You better not come home, you understand me? I’m not gonna let some slut live in my house,” he said, and walked away. As soon as he was gone Beatrice let out her breath.
Crowley looked down at her with a smirk. “Well, fiancée, let’s finish our
shopping.”
~~~~~~~~
Six Years Ago
The tombstone read:
Adrianna Villaroz
1965 – 2001
You Will Be Missed
Every Saturday Beatrice would come to the cemetery with freshly picked daises, place them on the grave, and talk to her dead mother.
“I wish you were here. Every since you died Dad’s started drinking. I know he misses you, but if he were thinking right he would know you wouldn’t have wanted him to do that. But he’s not thinking right and it hurts. I just wish he could be my dad again, like how he was when you were alive. He was happy. And I was…happy. Now he’s wasting money on alcohol and I have to baby-sit for four hours everyday so we can eat. I’m so tired, Momma. From working and seeing him just…waste away. I don’t know what to do anymore…”
The last time she went to the cemetery ever again was the day her dad molested her for the first time. That day she had no flowers and no words. Only tears. Tears for her lost innocence and the life she had.
~~~~~~~~~
AN--
A big thanks to all my reviewers- it's definitely great encouragement :)
Reviews are welcome as is constructive criticism.
Chapter 4
There was only one supermarket in the whole town and it was relatively small.
Before they had left Beatrice changed into a white tank-top and jeans and Crowley zipped up his coat and put on a baseball cap. They had walked five blocks to get to the supermarket and then they went inside. Beatrice had been there plenty of times before - her father never went shopping. But it was decidedly embarrassing going in there now, looking how she looked and with someone who couldn’t have stood out more.
She expected people to gawk at them but no one did more than glance at them. Beatrice was relieved. She motioned Crowley to come with her into the empty snack aisle.
“Do you have a list or something?” She said quietly, looking around to make sure no one was coming.
Crowley raised an eyebrow at her.
“What are ya whisprin’ for? You hidin or somethin?” He asked.
Beatrice rolled her eyes. “Never mind. Now do you have a list?”
Crowley adjusted his cap, looking around. “Nah, I don’t need one.”
Beatrice sighed. “Men,” she muttered. “You stay here in this area and I’ll go get some things I need.”
“Righty-o,” Crowley said, moving away from her.
She took one last glance at him, then went to the feminine products aisle. She got a box of tampons and some deodorant.
She was heading to the drink aisle when she saw him. He was at the bakery, getting some bread. As if sensing her eyes on him he glanced up and saw her.
“Bea?”
She ran. She found Crowley holding a bag of chips.
“We…have…to go,” she panted.
“What? Why?”
Beatrice grabbed his arm and pulled him forward.
“My dad. He’s here.”
“Beatrice! Beatrice, dammit, you better stop right there!”
She turned around. He was standing a few feet away from them. And he looked pissed.
She tugged hard on Crowley’s arm.
“Come on!” She hissed.
Crowley pulled her to his side, his arm slipping around her waist. Beatrice froze. What the hell was he doing?
“Did you want something, sir?” He asked politely.
Her father’s face grew red. “Yeah, I want something. That’s my fucking daughter,” he snarled.
“And she's also my fucking fiancée,” Crowley replied smoothly.
Beatrice caught on. She clutched his chest and looked up at him. “Justin, please! Let’s go,” she pleaded.
“What? Is this true, Bea?” Her father asked, incredulous.
“Yes. I’m pregnant. And he’s the father,” she lied.
Her own father paled, eyeing Crowley with contempt.
“You better not come home, you understand me? I’m not gonna let some slut live in my house,” he said, and walked away. As soon as he was gone Beatrice let out her breath.
Crowley looked down at her with a smirk. “Well, fiancée, let’s finish our
shopping.”
~~~~~~~~
Six Years Ago
The tombstone read:
1965 – 2001
You Will Be Missed
Every Saturday Beatrice would come to the cemetery with freshly picked daises, place them on the grave, and talk to her dead mother.
“I wish you were here. Every since you died Dad’s started drinking. I know he misses you, but if he were thinking right he would know you wouldn’t have wanted him to do that. But he’s not thinking right and it hurts. I just wish he could be my dad again, like how he was when you were alive. He was happy. And I was…happy. Now he’s wasting money on alcohol and I have to baby-sit for four hours everyday so we can eat. I’m so tired, Momma. From working and seeing him just…waste away. I don’t know what to do anymore…”
The last time she went to the cemetery ever again was the day her dad molested her for the first time. That day she had no flowers and no words. Only tears. Tears for her lost innocence and the life she had.
~~~~~~~~~
AN--
A big thanks to all my reviewers- it's definitely great encouragement :)