Mad Love

Warning: This story has a rape scene in a chapter. If you are not comfortable with that, then I suggest you go to the back button and read something else. There will also be other dark themes, in case you didn’t see the summary.

~Prologue~

I remember the day when I first saw her. She was younger then, probably about fifteen, but she drew me in immediately. She was sitting in the back of the bus, surrounded by her friends, smiling and laughing with such innocence that I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was wearing a school uniform consisting of a white button up blouse with a curved collar and a blue-plaid skirt. She had her hair loose that day. It was a smooth chocolate river that cascaded down her back. Her blue-green eyes were framed by the bangs on her face and they were glittering with happiness as she looked at her friends.

I longed to run my eyes through that hair, and to caress that creamy skin and make it flush. I longed to have those eyes focused on me and me alone, and not the undeserving friends who looked at her with such love and tenderness, especially the boy beside her. I sat in my seat and silently glared at the boy. He had blond hair and brown eyes covered with a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. He was constantly whispering in my love’s ear, making her blush and giggle. But I knew there was no way she’d love him. He was too plain and ugly for her. She deserved better.

Over the course of three years, I’d watch for her when she was on her way home from school. It was always the same: She’d come with her group of friends, including that plain boy with the ugly hair and face. Then stop-by-stop, they would each leave. It was always the boy who was the last to leave. When she was alone, I gazed at her. She was growing into quite the woman and was gifted like such. I felt no shame as I stared at her in all her beauty. No shame as I pictured what features were beneath those clothes. This was love, and eventually she’d see it. One day, she’ll notice me and she’ll focus her beautiful eyes on me. I had realized when I first saw her that she was the One Person, promised to me by God, even if she didn’t know it.

Sometimes, I’d follow her home. It was a lovely home. It’s a two-story building with a bookstore on the bottom. Her father, from what I can tell, is a lawyer and her mother runs the bookstore. The business seems to do well, not exponentially, but enough to help support her family. My love’s parents seem nice enough, but they are just another obstacle separating me from my love. I know their type; they wouldn’t approve of a thirty-odd man courting their daughter. I don’t care anyway. All I want is her.

I moved to the house across from theirs when I found out where she lived. Lucky for me, it was on sale at such an affordable price. I kept to myself, making sure no one would notice me. I don’t think she’s ready to know my existence yet. Until then, I watch my love from my window. I watch her sleep, get dressed and undressed, and I watch her bathe. The last two are my favorite times. Seeing her lovely bounties revealed to me always feeds the fire that she herself unintentionally lit three years ago. Her breasts are the perfect size for my hands and each rose bud nipple on both of them look so succulent. I sometimes see her forbidden place between her thighs, hidden under brown pubic hair. The place where no other man will touch, except for me. Oh, seeing her pink folds and small hole, makes me wonder how tight she’d be when I finally claim her.

My cock hardens whenever I think of our union. I know how it will happen. After she first meets me and realizes she loves me, I will sweep her into my arms and take her to the lake house I rent every summer when I go upstate, a place that will be our special secret. I will open the door and let her go first, as a gentleman should. Then, I will take her petite body in my arms and kiss her passionately and she’d tentatively kiss me back, like the blushing virgin she is. Then I will pick her up bridal style and take her into my bedroom and we’ll lie down on it, kissing each other. Then, I’ll remove her clothes and mine. Then, we’ll make love like rabbits. She’ll be under me, throwing back her head begging for more and I’ll submit to her demands and my own animalistic hunger for her….

I don’t think I can wait any longer. That boy, he keeps coming to her house more and more as my love reaches graduation. My hate for him grows with each year. They are not in a relationship—thank God—but I have a nagging feeling that he will want to be her lover during her college years. I won’t let that happen. I won’t let some undeserving urchin claim that which is mine. By the year’s end, she will be mine and I won’t allow anyone to take her away from me. I will kill anyone who dares to try. I have no qualms with killing anyone. And if my love tries to resist, I will take her anyway. See, if that’s to happen, it’s only because she doesn’t realize she loves me. But once we make love, she’ll realize that I’m the only one for her and vice versa.

I will have you, my love. My Promised One. My Enya…