The Demons Within Me
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
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3,225
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 7
Author's Note: Okay this is a short chapter (short for me) but it was meant to be cute. Thank you for reviewing and i hope you enjoy this chapter!! Enjoy XD
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I was in my room when she came. I had watched her get out of her car, one beautiful leg at a time before standing at her full height and making her way up the walkway to the front door. I loved the view from my window, and judging by the quick glance she made upwards, I knew she knew I was watching her. It made me smile really, the fact that she lets me ogle once I didn’t get in trouble. When she was past my line of sight I got up from my perch (it was really like an indoor balcony the way I used it) and got ready for the call. “Samantha! Jacob! It’s time for dinner. Get downstairs now!” I smiled to myself and went downstairs.
My eyes were greeted by the same sight I witnessed from upstairs in true form. She hung her jacket up by the door exposing her ample bosom in her fitted red V-neck sweater and her flowing grey skirt complimented her form to perfection. Her dark brown hair was loose and falling in cascading locks down her back with a few just over her shoulder, resting on her breast. If my jaw dropped, I’d blame it on art. I heard Jacob as he slammed his door, and I quickly snapped myself out of the mini trance I put myself in and walked up to her and gave her a big hug. “You realize you were staring?” she murmured
“You have a great body… ever thought of being a model?” I replied after nodding in her soft but firm mounds. ‘I would kill to draw you.’
“Not really… and thank you.” she said releasing me and smiling, then looked behind and above me “Hello Jacob.” He grunted and ducked into the dining room. “I see he’s as articulate as usual.” I saw a glint of gold in her forest green eyes as she smiled
“I don’t think he’s gonna change any time to soon.” I replied starting to follow him, “And dad is sober today…” I let my voice trail off so she would figure what I meant. ‘Sober for him anyway…’ her smile faded slightly as she followed me.
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“So Melinda,” my mom was talking “How are the children behaving?” I sighed softly as I picked my food. Not that I wasn’t hungry when the meal started, it was the interrogation that killed my appetite. I think it amused Melinda though, or ‘Ms Thornrush’ as my mother so pointedly insisted at the beginning of dinner while she was trying to dig up things on my doings at school.
“The children are behaving as they always do. Boys will be boys, girls will be girls and all that jazz.” she replied easily before putting the last of her spaghetti and sauce in her mouth (we had spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, and there was ice cream for dessert.)
“And how is Samantha doing?” ah the direct approach finally. “She hardly talks to us about school.” the concern was there perfectly executed. Well done mom, maybe you should mention that you and dad are most times arguing too loudly for any other conversation to take place, especially when utensils and furniture start to fly.
“She is going to be participating in an art exhibition in two weeks.” she said simply earning me a few curious stares. Every one knows I’m not competitive it would seem.
“Sammy can draw?” I rested my fork down and bowed my head as my brother opened his mouth for the first time today that didn’t involve him inhaling his food.
“Quite well actually Jacob.” She replied. When I snuck a peek at her I saw her smiling sweetly at him and it was all I could do not to chuckle. She turned back to my parents who were still looking at me in partial shock, my father found his voice first
“So apart from this art thing, has she gotten in any trouble?”
“No. None that I can say.” she replied after a moment of thought. He grunted and glared at me “Finish your food.” I nodded and continued picking at it while the discussion began to veer away from school…
I excused myself as soon as it was convenient to my parents to go up to my room and sketch. The talking was starting to get to me, that and the fact that my dad was going to start drinking as soon as Melinda was gone and I wanted to be out of sight before that happened.
At the same time, Jacob was looking a bit more strained than usual, but I attributed that to the fact that he wasn’t allowed to have any more women in his room until he was ‘cured’. I figured that was going to fail in a matter of time.
I was again in my little ‘balcony’ with my sketch pad and I began to visualize the beauty of a teacher that was still downstairs. Within moments, my hand was moving over the blank page, filling it with strokes and shades of grey that formed into a rough sketch of my first crush (there I admit it. I had a crush on my cousin…still do technically).
Time passed and when I heard a soft knock on my door, I looked up in shock, I didn’t even realize that I’d gotten so absorbed in what I was doing. I got up, resting the sketchbook on my bed and opened the door. Melinda stood framed as though in a picture and I forgot to breathe for a bit until her hand came on my shoulder. I shook my head briefly and blinked a bit before finding my voice “Umm, leaving?” She nodded slowly, her eyes caught by something behind me. “How long did you leave us?” I shrugged. I honestly didn’t check the time. She took a step forward and I moved to let her enter. She moved straight to my bed and picked up the sketch pad and examined her visage, then chuckled softly. “Why don’t you like to compete?”
“I draw for myself.” I said walking around her “If I compete then I won’t be doing it for me, but for others. I do it for others, and my work will suffer because they’ll push and push and push until I don’t like it anymore…” I looked her directly in the eyes “If I don’t like what I do, why would I do it?”
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I was in my room when she came. I had watched her get out of her car, one beautiful leg at a time before standing at her full height and making her way up the walkway to the front door. I loved the view from my window, and judging by the quick glance she made upwards, I knew she knew I was watching her. It made me smile really, the fact that she lets me ogle once I didn’t get in trouble. When she was past my line of sight I got up from my perch (it was really like an indoor balcony the way I used it) and got ready for the call. “Samantha! Jacob! It’s time for dinner. Get downstairs now!” I smiled to myself and went downstairs.
My eyes were greeted by the same sight I witnessed from upstairs in true form. She hung her jacket up by the door exposing her ample bosom in her fitted red V-neck sweater and her flowing grey skirt complimented her form to perfection. Her dark brown hair was loose and falling in cascading locks down her back with a few just over her shoulder, resting on her breast. If my jaw dropped, I’d blame it on art. I heard Jacob as he slammed his door, and I quickly snapped myself out of the mini trance I put myself in and walked up to her and gave her a big hug. “You realize you were staring?” she murmured
“You have a great body… ever thought of being a model?” I replied after nodding in her soft but firm mounds. ‘I would kill to draw you.’
“Not really… and thank you.” she said releasing me and smiling, then looked behind and above me “Hello Jacob.” He grunted and ducked into the dining room. “I see he’s as articulate as usual.” I saw a glint of gold in her forest green eyes as she smiled
“I don’t think he’s gonna change any time to soon.” I replied starting to follow him, “And dad is sober today…” I let my voice trail off so she would figure what I meant. ‘Sober for him anyway…’ her smile faded slightly as she followed me.
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“So Melinda,” my mom was talking “How are the children behaving?” I sighed softly as I picked my food. Not that I wasn’t hungry when the meal started, it was the interrogation that killed my appetite. I think it amused Melinda though, or ‘Ms Thornrush’ as my mother so pointedly insisted at the beginning of dinner while she was trying to dig up things on my doings at school.
“The children are behaving as they always do. Boys will be boys, girls will be girls and all that jazz.” she replied easily before putting the last of her spaghetti and sauce in her mouth (we had spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, and there was ice cream for dessert.)
“And how is Samantha doing?” ah the direct approach finally. “She hardly talks to us about school.” the concern was there perfectly executed. Well done mom, maybe you should mention that you and dad are most times arguing too loudly for any other conversation to take place, especially when utensils and furniture start to fly.
“She is going to be participating in an art exhibition in two weeks.” she said simply earning me a few curious stares. Every one knows I’m not competitive it would seem.
“Sammy can draw?” I rested my fork down and bowed my head as my brother opened his mouth for the first time today that didn’t involve him inhaling his food.
“Quite well actually Jacob.” She replied. When I snuck a peek at her I saw her smiling sweetly at him and it was all I could do not to chuckle. She turned back to my parents who were still looking at me in partial shock, my father found his voice first
“So apart from this art thing, has she gotten in any trouble?”
“No. None that I can say.” she replied after a moment of thought. He grunted and glared at me “Finish your food.” I nodded and continued picking at it while the discussion began to veer away from school…
I excused myself as soon as it was convenient to my parents to go up to my room and sketch. The talking was starting to get to me, that and the fact that my dad was going to start drinking as soon as Melinda was gone and I wanted to be out of sight before that happened.
At the same time, Jacob was looking a bit more strained than usual, but I attributed that to the fact that he wasn’t allowed to have any more women in his room until he was ‘cured’. I figured that was going to fail in a matter of time.
I was again in my little ‘balcony’ with my sketch pad and I began to visualize the beauty of a teacher that was still downstairs. Within moments, my hand was moving over the blank page, filling it with strokes and shades of grey that formed into a rough sketch of my first crush (there I admit it. I had a crush on my cousin…still do technically).
Time passed and when I heard a soft knock on my door, I looked up in shock, I didn’t even realize that I’d gotten so absorbed in what I was doing. I got up, resting the sketchbook on my bed and opened the door. Melinda stood framed as though in a picture and I forgot to breathe for a bit until her hand came on my shoulder. I shook my head briefly and blinked a bit before finding my voice “Umm, leaving?” She nodded slowly, her eyes caught by something behind me. “How long did you leave us?” I shrugged. I honestly didn’t check the time. She took a step forward and I moved to let her enter. She moved straight to my bed and picked up the sketch pad and examined her visage, then chuckled softly. “Why don’t you like to compete?”
“I draw for myself.” I said walking around her “If I compete then I won’t be doing it for me, but for others. I do it for others, and my work will suffer because they’ll push and push and push until I don’t like it anymore…” I looked her directly in the eyes “If I don’t like what I do, why would I do it?”