by J N Owens
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Me: I don’t know…I’m seriously freaking out tho. What do I do?
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Layla: call the cops, u need to report that.
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Me: I know I do, but I don’t know…. I just don’t know how he will react, and I’m scared.
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Layla: why are u scared? u need to have this reported. u can’t let this go. What if he does something else?
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Me: OK. I need to tell u something. I went to his house to take him his stuff and get my stuff. He attacked me. There was a girl there, she said some stuff about having been seeing him the whole time we were together. I tried to leave, and he grabbed me and tried to force himself on me. It was horrible. I got away though. But then he was at the hospital this morning. He was sitting in the parking lot just watching me. I am terrified.
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Layla: OK I’m coming to get u, me and u are going to meet dad at the station and file a report on this dick head. I’m serious.
She doesn’t say another word, I know she will be at my house in less than ten minutes. Shit. Shit. Shit. I need to call Noah. I opt for sending him a message just to let him know what’s going on.
ME: hey, I just wanted to say hey. So, hey. And I’m heading to the police station to file charges against Scott. He was at the hospital this morning and just sat in the parking lot watching me. It was weird and then I found a camera at my house, like a little hidden one. So, my sister thinks I should file some kind of report just to be on the safe side. So, I wanted to make you aware of what’s going on. I’ll text you or call you when I’m done.
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Noah: fin, that’s crazy. I’m heading down there. I don’t want you alone while all this is going on. I will let you know my flight info as soon as I know something.
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Me: you don’t have to do that. Seriously. I don’t even know if anything is going on, I’m probably being paranoid, and my sister is overly dramatic.
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Noah: I’m coming.
So, he is coming. I don’t have a chance to respond, a horn starts honking obnoxiously. My sister is here. She isn’t known for her patience. I head out the front door. I go to get in and as I’m stepping into her car, I notice Scott’s truck a few houses down. I get in and close the door.
“Hey, you see that white truck?”
“Yeah? What about it? Wait, is that fucking Scott? What is he doing? Is he stalking you?” I am just looking at her with a what do you think look.
“Yeah I think he is.” She takes her phone out and takes a picture of it.
“What are you doing?”
“Proof motherfucker.” She takes off down the road. And as we drive by his truck, she goes really slow with her phone out the window videoing his truck. You can just see his face through the window, and she is laughing at him. “Yeah we got you now motherfucker, we got you good. You piece of shit. You can’t deny it now. Boom motherfucker.” She laughs and rolls her window up and winks at me as she takes off down the street. She is so dramatic. I just roll my eyes.
It’s about midnight when we get back, and luckily Scott is gone. Who knows how long he stayed though? I’m exhausted. All the questions at the station and paperwork was so time consuming and ridiculous. All to accomplish nothing. They said there was nothing they could do, of course. But now they had it on file in case anything else happened. Like you know if he kills me. But my dad of course is on top of it. He was in the marines and when he retired, he started a security agency. He is more of a figurehead these days, but he still runs things. It’s because of him my sisters and me all can shoot and are all well trained in self-defense. He always took that very seriously with us girls. And now as an adult, especially being in this situation, I am very glad he did. Before I left, he made sure he got as much information as I had about Scott. He was going to do some digging. He isn’t really happy with what he heard about the station. He was even less happy that the cops refused to go pick him up. It was all I could do to keep him from going after Scott himself. I begged him to just let things work themselves out. I get upstairs and I am just so glad to be home. I walk into my room and turn the light on and stop dead in my tracks. There are flowers all over my room. Pink peony petals actually. They are littered all over my room. On the floor and the bed. There are vases of peonies on the dresser and on the nightstand and on the floor. You can barely walk through my room. I make my way to the bathroom and the same thing is going on in there. I mean it’s everywhere. I turn back around and go back into my room. I start clearing the petals from the floor, making my way to the bed and then I see it. There is something in the middle of the bed, right in the middle of the petals. It’s kind of big, but not huge. I ease my way closer, is that blood? That is blood dripping down the side of my bed. My heart starts to race, and my whole body starts to shake with fear. Holy shit. As I get closer to my bed, my hand goes immediately to cover my mouth. I have to hold back the bile. There in the middle of my bed, sitting in the pile of petals, is Jasmine. She was one of the little pygmy goats on Scott’s farm that I absolutely adored. Fuck, he killed an animal. He slit her from her throat to her gut. All her insides are laying on my bed. He did it right here. I back up and grab my phone. I call my dad, “I need you here now.” I hang up and just wait. I can’t move, I’m fucking terrified. I don’t realize it until my dad gets here, but I’m crying.
I hear the knock at the door and rush to open it. I sling it open and my dad is standing there. He looks beyond pissed. He has only been gone from me for a little over an hour, but I can tell there is more going on than just my cryptic phone call. I don’t have time worry right now. I need to show him my room first. “Come on, you need to see this.” He stops me, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me close.
“It’s going to be okay. I promise. I won’t let him anywhere near you. You have to trust me.” And I do trust my dad. If there is anything he is good at, it’s protecting us. I nod and turn to go up the stairs. He follows me to my room. When we walk through my door I step to the side and let him take it in. He stands in the middle of it and just turns in a circle looking around. “There’s more.” I point to my bathroom. He takes the few steps leading to the en suite and stops. “Is that blood?”
“Yes sir, it’s from the bed. Look.” He turns and looks over at the bed. He just stands there in shock. Then turns and stares at me. My dad is close to six five. In his late fifties he is still very fit. He is almost fully gray and has a full beard he keeps perfectly trim and neat. His tattoos go up both arms and you can see them peeking out of the top of his shirt. He is an imposing man. Just looking at this man would make any normal person shit their pants. But right now, he is my daddy. We have had our not so good moments but at the end of the day he is always here. And God help the man that crosses me or one of my sisters. And right now, that man is Scott.
“Listen biscuit, this is some crazy messed up shit. No normal person does something like this. I mean coming in and putting flowers down is one thing. But slaughtering a goat, that’s seriously fucked up. On so many levels. And I have seen fucked up.”
“Yeah but what does it mean? And how is he getting in here? My alarm didn’t go off. And I didn’t see anything.”
“That is the question, isn’t it? Also, I ran a background check. This kid is not who he says. First of all, he is not this educated fucker he claims to be. He has an associate degree from some no name junior college up in Nashville. He has never gotten a finance degree and has never worked for his dad. He was in the 4-H in high school and got kicked out for something that happened. The school won’t talk about it and it got covered up. So, I’m thinking it was something that involved another student. Also, he was married. There is record of a marriage to a girl named Emily back in 2015. But she was reported missing in 2016. There is no record of death, no record of divorce. He filed a missing person report and claimed she contacted him a few months later by email. Allegedly
the email stated she left because she wanted to be with someone else. But the other person is still around. He never left. So, the whole thing is a huge mystery. People that knew her think he did something. But no one could ever prove it. There have been allegations surrounding this guy for years. But people are scared to speak up and come out against him. You need to watch your back and don’t go anywhere alone. Always take protection with you. And always remember what I taught you. Also, do you know a Jaimie McMillan?”
“Yes, she worked for me. She was a nurse. She quit a few months ago. Why?”
“She has been reported missing as well. A few months ago to be exact. Her last known contact according to her parents was none other than Scott Oliver.” I am in absolute shock.
“Oh God. What the fuck is going on? What did I get into? This such a fucked-up situation. I’m really scared.” I really am. This is totally fucked. Who does this kind of shit? My phone buzzes. I go to check it. It’s a text from Noah.
Noah: I will be in N.O. at 6am.
I smile instantly. My dad catches it and he raise his eyebrow. “I have something I need to tell you.” So, I go into the long sordid story of me and Noah.
“I hope he is better than this Scott asshole,” he says with a strained smile. I can tell he is still thinking about Scott.
“He really is. I already know that.”
“Good. Well, I promise we will get through this. Listen, you go over to Layla’s for the night, me and the boys will take care of things here for you. It will be good as new in the morning. I’ll get the report done with cops as well. You need some rest, you look like shit.”
“Thanks daddy, I’ll do that. Thank you for everything.” He leans down and gives me a kiss before I head down the stairs. I send a message to Layla to let her know I’m headed her way. This has been an absolute night from hell. I just want to go to sleep.
17
Noah
I am nervous, pissed, and excited. This flight seems to be taking forever. As soon as Finley’s message came through telling me what was going on, I knew I had to get to her. I have an interview coming up next week anyway, so I might as well go ahead and go down now. Though, I am paranoid this crazy fuck is going to get to her before I can get there. I am so wound up I can’t sleep or even relax on the plane. I know as soon as I see her, I will feel better. There is something that just doesn’t sit right with me about this whole situation. This guy she was seeing has got me really concerned. Something about the whole thing just sounds off. I don’t know what it is. When she first told me what was going on, my first instinct was to run. I don’t need to get involved in this level of crazy. I have a feeling this is not going to end well. This guy is cuckoocachoo. Do I really want to be in the middle of this? But the more I listened to her voice, the more I remembered what it was like laying in her arms. The more I remembered what it was like to have her under me and hear her call my name. I can see her smile and hear her laugh. And I just couldn’t hang up. I couldn’t risk never hearing her voice or seeing her face again. I could forgive her anything. I will protect her from anything. No matter what this prick does, I will be there to help her. When she told me what he did, all I could see was red. I have never wanted to hurt another person in my life. I live my life to heal and help people. But that day, in that minute I wanted to kill him. I will hurt anyone that hurts her. I have come to realize that my life has been empty up to this point. She has filled it and I will not let anyone take her away. I will spend my life making her happy and doing anything I can to help fulfill her life.
I touch down in New Orleans and I’m walking off the plane when I see her standing there. Immediately, I’m smiling from ear to ear. I wasn’t expecting her to be here. I was going to get a cab, but there she is, smiling. She looks amazing in her running shorts and off the shoulder sweatshirt with her hair up in some crazy messy looking thing on top of her head. She doesn’t have a bit of make up on, and she doesn’t need it. You can see the few freckles that are lightly spread across her nose and cheeks. My heart kicks up and I can feel myself starting to get hard. I have to adjust myself. I finally make my way through the light crowd and reach her. I slide my arms around her waist and breath her in. She smells like lavender and coffee. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses the side of my neck. I pull her in closer, I can’t get her close enough to me. I stand up with my arms still around her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. She giggles as I swing her around.
“I missed you. It’s silly I know. But I did. Can I just never go back and stay here in your arms forever?” She pulls back a little and leans her for head to mine, so we are looking eye to eye.
“You can stay here with me for as long as you want. I will always stay in your arms. And I missed you too.”
I put her down and take her hand. We leave the airport and head to her house. I can’t wait to get there, so I can be inside her. And I can tell by the way she is looking at me she feels it too. She is driving and has a hold of my hand. She rubs her finger back and forth over the top. After a few minutes she pulls my hand over to her thigh and moves her hand to be on top of mine. I give her a questioning look. She just smiles at me. She nudges my hand further up her thigh to the edge of her shorts. I get what she is going for, so I move my hand under her shorts, pushing her thighs further apart. I can feel how turned on she already is by the wetness seeping through her panties. I push them aside and start to stroke her. She lets out a moan and bucks her hips slightly. I push a finger inside her slowly. I love the sounds she makes. I could live the rest of my life off of those sounds alone. Thank God her house isn’t far from the airport. We get out and head inside. We are barely inside the front door and I have her in my arms. I shut the door with my foot and pull her into me. I wrap one arm around her waist and use the other to pull her head into me so I can kiss her. I kiss her full on, our lips meet and our tongues mix. I explore her mouth and she explores mine too. We both share the same passion for each other. I can feel her hard nipples through her thin sweatshirt. We start making our way up the stairs. We stumble up the stairs as we fondle each other and work our clothes off. I pull her shirt off as she pulls mine off. And we both get our own shorts and pants off. We make it the first bedroom we can, and all that’s left is our underwear. I step back and just look at her. She has on a simple cotton bra and matching cotton boy shorts. But God she is gorgeous. I step closer and she steps back. She flicks her tongue out to wet her lip and sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth. She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. She lets it fall slowly down her arms and to the floor. I watch her, slowly taking in every inch of her. She reaches down and slowly starts pushing her panties down her hips and working them down her long luscious legs. Once they get to her ankles, she steps out with one foot and uses the other one to kick them to the side. I take another step towards her and she backs up onto the bed sitting back on her elbows. Her eyes are hooded with lust and I can see her wetness glistening at her hot glorious core. I am fully hard and ready to be in her now. But I want to wait, I want to worship her. I make my way to her and climb on to the bed. I lean down over her and kiss her full on her mouth. I work slowly starting at her jaw, kissing down her throat, across the full length of her collarbone. I take my time, making sure I don’t miss a single spot, licking and sucking and kissing. Down the middle of her breast, to each one of her breasts, taking each one in my hands. I rub them and caress them and take them in my mouth one at a time. I circle her nipple with my tongue and suck it into my mouth and bite lightly. Her moans let me know I am on the right path. I keep one hand on her breast while I continue my path downward. I kiss straight down her middle, past her belly button and onto her hip bones. I lick down her right hip to her thigh and kiss the inside of her right thigh up to her middle. I run my finger up her wet pussy and circle her clit opening her up with my fingers so I can see all of her. Then, I follow it with a long lick of my tongue. And she tastes like heaven. She is so wet and ready and tastes like passion fruit. I coul
d eat her all day. I slowly make my way from her ass to clit and circle her clit with my tongue, sucking it and flicking it. I slowly push my finger into her hot pussy, and she lets out a loud moan of yes. Her hips bucking towards me. I push another finger in and her hips buck again. I start pushing my fingers in faster, fucking her with them and curving them forward, pushing them and rubbing them on her G-Spot. I continue making slow circles and sucking her clit. She is rubbing and pinching her nipple with one hand and holding me by my hair with the other, her hips riding my fingers like she hasn’t been fucked in years. I know she is close because I can feel her pussy tightening. And then it comes, it gets tight, and clenches down on my fingers. Her legs tighten around me and she almost pulls my hair out. I stroke faster and lick her softer to ease her through her orgasm. Her juices run down my fingers and onto my hand. I lap them up and they taste so good. I feel her relax so I move up her body. I kiss my way up her, trying not to miss any part of her. I push my underwear down my legs and ease my cock into her wetness. She sighs when I make my way into her. Like it’s a relief to finally have me inside her. It’s not like me to go without protection, but being with her is so natural, and just feels right. I don’t ever feel the need, or the desire for it. I guess that is probably a conversation we should have though.
“You feel so good Finley,” I say as I look her in her eyes. I know this is where I want to be always. Any doubts I had about not being with her because of this crazy situation she is in, is gone. I am meant to be right here with her.