In Too Deep
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“I’ll be back.” Stephan disappeared and returned with two shot glasses, lime juice and salt.
After my two shots, and his four, he questioned my motives. “Funny, you don’t normally drink.”
“I just want to relax.” I so didn’t want to have sex in Molly’s bed but the alcohol had gone to my head. I laid back on the bed smelling Rick’s cologne on Molly’s pillow. Anger ran through me, suddenly I was sure I wanted Rick to know Stephan and me had sex in here if he got in this bed on Sunday. I wanted to leave the bed messy. “Maybe I want to lose control tonight.”
Stephan took it as an invitation to hike up my dress and tear off my panties. His mouth was on my pussy instantly, and I couldn’t complain. A little too drunk, he ate me out with a fever. I grabbed his long hair and rubbed my clit against his open mouth as I got off.
Before I could come down from my high, Stephan’s pants were off and his dick waited at my moist entrance. “Hold on,” I breathed trying to relax again.
“Lorrie, I’m tired of waiting. I can’t wait anymore. I have to have you tonight.” Fear bubbled in me, and I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. Clamping my legs shut, I was willing to try but he’d have to slow down. Plus, did I want to have sex with him because I was pissed with Rick? Either way, it was time I came clean about my fears. “Stephan stop. There’s something I haven’t told you.”
He caressed my face, his green eyes beautiful and patiently waiting.
“I haven’t been honest with you. I haven’t had sex with you because I have an addiction and a phobia.”
All of a sudden, Stephan’s weight was completely on me, crushing me. “Not this time Lorrie. I’ve heard about you. You fucking tease.” He was forcing my legs apart.
“Stop,” I pounded on his back, but it was no use. He held me down with little effort; Stephan was, after all massive ex-wrestler.
He suddenly had my wrists bound, crushing them in the grip of one huge hand, and I couldn’t hit him anymore. “I think I’ve let you make a fool of me long enough, you freak. That crazy red head bitch told me about your problem tonight, but I didn’t believe her until now.”
“Stop! Stephan, I can explain. I’m trying to get better. I wanted to let you tonight.”
He didn’t listen. “I don’t fucking believe it,” he screamed in my face, tiny specks of moisture hitting me. “She said you use weak-minded men to get what you want. Then you tell the stories in a group of freaks. I’ll show you I’m not a pussy, you whore.”
I spit in his face and he frowned. His other hand went to my crotch abruptly jabbing two fingers inside. Unlike Rick being rough, it hurt just like Stephan meant for it too. “Are you a virgin too, just like that crazy bitch said? I knew you were a little too tight for a 25 year old. I’m one lucky asshole though; I get to take your virginity.”
“Please stop,” I begged.
He let go, removing his offensive hand. Thank God, it was over.
I sat up wanting to get as far away from Stephan as possible. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to cover myself. I’d never been scared of anyone in my whole life like I was of him right now. Alone with no familiar neighbors, my phone downstairs, I felt like I had no one in the whole world to run to. Watching him pace, I silently waited for him to make the choice to leave.
But he didn’t leave. He was getting angry again. “So if all that is all true, you using me, who else have you been using behind my back?”
“No one,” I lied. “I’m trying to get better.”
“I don’t believe you. You haven’t been with me at all. Diane said you need to get off every day. Random men, strangers!”
I said nothing, wishing he would just leave. As he paced again, my fright changed to the more appropriate anger. No, I’m leaving, I decided. I would just run out in the street if I had too. Getting up to run to the door, I would get to my phone and call the police. I whizzed past him, reaching the doorknob before I was met with a ringing noise… a blow to the head. I fell to the floor in excruciating pain before all went black.
~*~*~*~
When my eyes opened, my head was still pounding and I was soaking wet. Strangely, I smelled strongly of alcohol. That asshole must have hit with me with the tequila bottle. On the bed now, he sat with his back toward me as I imagined taking my fists to the back of his head. But I wouldn’t be able to, my arms were bound to my body with his belt. Fuck!
“Good you’re awake,” my hearing was off, Stephan sounded like he was underwater. He didn’t have to say more, his expression bared no remorse, only his pride in hitting me. Dread stunned me, when Stephan waved the long necked bottle in front of my face. I couldn’t breathe as he raked the glass down my torso. Before the bottle disappeared from my view, I clinched as hard as I could. He propelled the neck of the bottle into me with no rhyme or reason but humiliating and hurting me as much as possible. I cried out in agony before his muffled voice came again, “Do you like it rough Loraine?” Violently unreal, Stephan used all his strength to injure me. Restrained by the leather binding my arms, fighting soon seemed useless. The pain became unbearable, so I retreated inside my mind after the first long minute.
At some point, I registered Stephan’s weight on me where he had replaced the bottle with himself. When I thought it was finally over, he rolled my body over intending to violate another entrance. Pressing all his weight on my back as if I were nothing, he positioned himself to hurt me again. He hissed into my ear, “A special treat for all my heart ache.”
I went away again, far away, dreading the sting, but nothing happened. All of a sudden, I could move and Stephan was gone. Someone had let me loose. My eyes focused as my mind slowly turned on fully. It was Rick. He was here, standing over Stephan who was down on the floor by the edge of the bed. Rick held the offensive bottle in the air ready to hit him again as Stephan gripped the edge of the bed trying to get up. Making contact with Stephan’s head, the glass shattered, flying in all directions causing me to cover my face. Still getting up, Stephan gripped Rick’s arms trying to take him down, but Rick fell on him, pummeling him with his fists until Stephan no longer fought back.
After catching his breath, Rick wiped his bloody hands on the white sheets before coming close to me. “Are you okay?”
I backed up onto the bed away from him, suddenly ashamed.
He followed putting his arms around me, and I broke, crumbling against him crying. I wasn’t okay. Rick pulled out his cell phone and called the police as I came apart at the seams in his arms. “I killed him.” I heard him say to them.
It seemed like no time before paramedics were taking me away from Rick’s arms. “You’ll be okay.” He kissed my forehead.
~*~*~*~
Waking up in the hospital alone, my head throbbed, my cheek stung, my chest ached and my pelvic area, my vagina -I sobbed loudly because I couldn’t take the memory the deep discomfort caused. A woman in pink scrubs came to me, a nurse I decided. She said she would up my pain medicine. She showed me how to do it myself, so when she left I turned it up all the way.
The next time I woke to someone holding my hand. It was Molly. “Is he dead?” I managed.
“No, but I’m so sorry.”
I closed my eyes, ignoring her and fell back into a dreamless sleep.
I opened my eyes to my mother sitting with Molly. I wanted nothing more than to die. I closed my eyes again, but this time had a dream. Stephan wasn’t dead. He was hurt badly, his face a jumbled mess of swollen black eyes, a bandaged nose and cheeks. Dragging an I.V with him, he walked into my hospital room laughing at me. “I should have killed you.”
Sitting up when I woke this time, I noted a different room. There were flowers and Molly. A doctor was talking to her, and she nodded her head before saying, “I’ll take her home with me.”
“No,” I croaked. I couldn’t take it being around Stephan’s mom, in that house. “I’ll go home.”
“In a few days, if you are eating solid food.” The doctor touched my shou
lder, and I flinched.
“What are you doing here?” I asked Molly. I didn’t think she’d be the one by my side. Where was Rick?
She opened her mouth but nothing came out.
I asked a better question. “Where’s Stephan?”
“Down the hall.” My pulse quickened. He really did come in here.
“And Rick?”
“In the County lock-up.”
“What? Why?”
Molly only patted my hand. “Why indeed?”
I blinked. What did she think happened?
“Stephan told me what happened. I don’t blame you. I never should have trusted Rick. He left me a day early, said he had to go back on account of business, but I should have known better.”
“You don’t know what happened,” I was going to throw up.
“Stephan says he walked in on Rick… taking advantage of you in my bed. That Rick beat him when he tried to stop him. Thank goodness, you called the cops.”
“I didn’t call the cops,” I shook my head confused.
“Rick tried to say my Stephan was the one raping you, and he thought he killed him in a fit of rage, but we soon found out the truth.”
“How?” I felt even sicker.
“Preliminary tests found faint traces of Rick’s semen in the samples they took… from you. That was enough.”
To Be Continued… in the next Novella in the Table 21 Series by Morgan Jane Mitchell, Never Too Late
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