by Bella King
My mother and I had to retreat to a trailer park, because it was the only thing in town that we could afford and still keep me in school. I was a wreck, and so was she, but we had survived. I would fight to correct what had happened, to get my mother and me out of here, but first I needed to get revenge so that my father could finally rest.
Scarlet didn’t know this. Most people didn’t. My mother had only explained it all to me after I begged her to let me know the whole story. I was confused when I was younger, before I was told the whole story, but not anymore. I knew why my father had committed suicide, and I knew who was behind it all.
“I got the keys,” Scarlet announced as she walked toward me.
I lifted my head, focusing on her curvy figure instead of the pebbles at my feet. She glowed in the afternoon lighting, looking more like an angel than the demon I was making her out to be. I couldn’t help but smile when she handed it to me.
“Let’s see what this baby can do,” she said, crinkling her nose with a smile that was to die for.
I took the keys, turning around and unlocking the car. I swung the door open. No creaky hinges, and the lock actually worked. Wonderful.
“Where should I take it?” I asked as she climbed in the car beside me, her skirt riding up her legs again like it had when she drove me to the dealership.
She didn’t bother to pull it down. Instead, she left her bare thighs visible to me. “Take it around the block and hit the fucking gas. I want to burn some rubber.”
I laughed, sticking the key into the ignition and turning it. Almost turned it again out of habit, but the car roared to life on the first try. Was I in heaven, or had reality gotten this good so quickly? I ran my hands over the smooth leather wheel before I shifted it into drive. I was going to enjoy this.
The car wasn’t the nicest thing, by far, but it moved. I hit the gas so hard that I thought the engine would explode as I peeled out of the parking lot and barreled onto the street. Smoke flew from the tires on the pavement, leaving the stench of burnt rubber for anyone who walked where we had been.
I felt more comfortable driving fast when I wasn’t praying that the car wouldn’t fall apart the second I began moving over 30 miles per hour. I jerked the wheel, watching a flash of fear in Scarlet’s face out of the corner of my eye at how closely I had come to hitting the curb and wrecking the car.
I enjoyed seeing that fear on her pretty face. Those big lips looked delicious when they were pushed out in a frightful pout. I wanted to grab her head and push it to my lap as I drove, pressing those lips against my cock. The urge was powerful, but I resisted it. Scarlet had to be ruined slowly.
“I see you always like to drive fast,” she noted as I flew over a speedbump lie it wasn’t there.
“Yeah, I think I could get used to this,” I said, jerking the wheel again and sending the car flying around a corner.
“Slow it down on this bend. It’s a sharp one,” she cautioned as I sped down a narrow road toward another turn.
As much as I wanted to defy her, I also knew that she was tearing up these roads regularly and would know where to drive fast and where not to. I didn’t want to kill us, after all. I should survive, at the very least. What happened to her was none of my concern.
I brought the car down to a more normal speed, finally breathing out. I had been holding my breath this whole time without realizing it. I glanced over at Scarlet to find her having a nice time, looking out the side window. Her skirt was even higher than it had been before, causing me to feel aroused.
I brought the car around to the bend, then slowed to a crawl until I could find a patch of road to park it on. I brought the car to a complete stop, then shifted it to park.
“This isn’t the dealership,” Scarlet said, looking around.
“So perceptive,” I replied sarcastically.
“So, what are you doing?” She asked, furrowing her perfect eyebrows.
I smiled. “I want to ask you something.”
“Okay,” she said slowly, trying to figure out what I was up to. She would find out soon enough.
“Why are you showing me so much of your legs. You look like you want to blow me in traffic,” I said, unable to filter my dirty mind before it reached my mouth. I loved the shocked O that her mouth made when I spoke like that. It only made me hornier.
“I’m not showing that much skin,” she said, finally reaching down and pulling her skirt into place.
“You are, and it’s because you want me to have a taste of you. Is that it? Is that why you brought me out here, to tease me?” I asked, my voice growing louder. I didn’t know if it was anger or sexual arousal that was driving me now, but whatever it was, it pulled at my chest, urging me to jump onto her and fuck her into another dimension.
Scarlet shrugged, playing it off like it didn’t bother her how dirty I was being. “I just came out to replace your car, like I said I would. You’re the one who is sexualizing all this.”
She may have been right, but I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted her, and badly. It was infuriating that she was teasing me like that, like she knew that she could get out of trouble with me if she made me fall in love with her.
But that wasn’t what this was, and it never would be like that. What I felt were lust and resentment, rolled up into one dangerous package that could drive me to do anything. Scarlet was irresistible, and if she kept playing with me like this, I wasn’t going to be able to control myself.
“Stop showing me your legs,” I said as she moved her skirt again, revealing more of her soft, pale thighs.
“I don’t listen to men who insult me,” she said, her voice high and mighty.
God, I needed to destroy this woman. Everything she stood for made me sick, and her cute little actions were beginning to madden me. I reached over and took a large portion of her thigh in my hand and squeezed it, looking into her eyes to see her reaction.
Scarlet’s eyes shot open wide, but she didn’t resist my touch. She smiled after a moment, placing her hand on mine. “How does that feel?” She asked, “Good?”
I jerked my hand away, frustrated that she seemed to like it. Why was she acting like a therapist instead of a rich girl who was about to be overwhelmed in a car with a raving lunatic from school? She seemed clueless about the consequences of her behavior, but I guess that ran in the family.
She titled her head at me, seeming to look through me with those bright blue eyes. “Why are you so strange?”
I laughed. “I’m strange? You’re pretty weird yourself. Any other woman would have jumped out of the car and ran for it by now.”
“I’m not like other women,” she said. “I’m not afraid of you either.”
“Oh really?” I said, raising an eyebrow.
She nodded.
Chapter 11
Scarlet
I’m going to be honest. The way that Dylan was behaving freaked me the fuck out, but I wasn’t going to let that get in the way of finding out why he was so strange toward me. He didn’t seem to be that way toward anyone else, and I needed to know why.
He was different, glaring at me with his deep eyes, blonde hair in disarray as he frowned. He was attractive like this, more so than he should have been for a man so hellbent on terrorizing me. He wanted me to be afraid of him, but I wasn’t going to play his game. If he had a reason for all this, then I wanted to know it. I wouldn’t back down until I did.
Dylan reached out a hand again, going toward my thigh as if to challenge me to say no to him. I simply wouldn’t, no matter what happened. I wasn’t going to bow to his immature tactics. I knew him enough now to know that he was using sex like a threat against me, but I was aroused by him just as much as I could tell he was aroused by me.
Somebody would have to give in this situation, but it wasn’t going to be me. No, I wasn’t going to let him gain the upper hand, even if that meant getting under him and letting him have his way with me.
“Are you sure you’re not afraid?” Dylan a
sked, squeezing his large fingers into my thigh so hard that I felt my lower leg begin to tingle as it lost sensation.
“Dylan, do you really think I would be scared of you? You can’t bully me just because I have more money than you,” I said.
“Who says that’s the reason?” He asked, loosening his grip and beginning to move his fingers up my skirt.
My heart thudded in my chest as his hand approached a place that no man had touched me before. My body was screaming at me to do something, but I was too stubborn to tell him to knock it off. He was playing some kind of sick power game with me, and I had learned enough in my years not to give in to it. I was the one with the power here.
“What’s the reason why you’re behaving like this?” I asked him. “It’s certainly not just because you’re attracted to me.”
“I want to fuck you, that’s why,” he said, his voice throaty and primal.
I shook my head. “That’s not it. You can’t fool me,” I said. I sounded confident, but I was starting to feel a lot less of that because of how close his fingers were to my panties. I felt like he could hear my heart beating beneath my ribcage as he moved in closer.
“How would you feel if I was the one to claim your pussy? What would everyone at school say if a rich girl like you had sex with a poor guy like me.”
“I wouldn’t tell them,” I said.
“But I would,” he said, his finger touching the fabric between my legs.
I jumped at his touch, and he laughed at me. The bastard let out a hearty chuckle at my reaction. This had gone too far, and I didn’t like this game anymore. He was being cruel just for the sake of it. The only thing that I could gather as to why he was like this was that I was rich, and he wasn’t. That was a piss poor reason to try to bully me.
I grabbed his thick wrist, pushing his hand away from my pussy. “That’s far enough. I think we’re done here.”
“I’m not done,” he said, lifting the arm I had pushed and grabbing my wrist. “I’m going to ruin you, Scarlet, just like you ruined me.”
We seemed to be getting somewhere. Instead of acting scared at his actions, I grew curious. “What do you mean by that?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.
“Nothing,” he blurted, throwing my hand away and sitting back in his seat. “Let’s go.”
“No, you said I had ruined you. What does that mean?” I said, unwilling to let it go so easily. I could tell it made him uncomfortable., There was something he wasn’t telling me. I knew he wasn’t just some crazy guy who couldn’t decide if he wanted to murder me in cold blood or have sex with me.
“You said that you were done, so we’re done,” he snapped.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, come on. You can’t just back out of this because I asked you a hard question. Tell me why I supposedly ruined you or I’m not buying you the damn car,” I said, using what little leverage I had against him.
He clenched his teeth, the muscles in his jaw dancing wildly under his stubbled face. The air was tense as cars zoomed by us on the road, going home to enjoy their weekend, no doubt. Dylan and I, on the other hand, were stuck in a car we snatched off the dealer's lot, battling for power over one another. This was more exciting than one of my father’s boring dinners, at least.
Dylan took a breath through his nose, then out of his mouth. “I’m not going to tell you. Keep the fucking car,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt and jumping out of the car. He slammed the door behind him, walking out onto the street, barely missing an oncoming car. He walked away from the car, moving onto a safe side of the road.
I shook my head. This guy was sick in the head or something. If he had such a strong reason to be hating on me like this, then he should tell me or stop it altogether.
I watched him walk down the road, but it was clear that he had no idea where he was going. I slid into the driver’s seat and shifted the car back into drive, creeping forward behind him. He shot me the middle finger when he realized that I was following him, which made me laugh. He tried so hard to be a bully, but he wasn’t doing that great of a job.
I followed him with the car for a few minutes while he trudged onward, trying to appear like he knew where he was going. After a while in the hot afternoon sun, he turned around, shaking his head and wiping the sweat from his forehead. He got back to the car, opened the door, and sat down beside me with a huff.
“Ready to go to the dealership?” I asked him.
“Not if you want me to answer your stupid questions,” he replied.
I sighed. “Well, I think you can at least give me something to go on. You’re awfully secretive about everything.”
“There’s nothing to say,” he said, trying to brush it off.
“Okay but tell me one thing. Why were you staring at me so much before we met?” I asked, wanting to get at least a little information from him.
He stared off into space, probably trying to think up some lie he could tell me. “I thought you looked interesting,” he finally said.
“Ugh, could you please be honest for once?” I begged. This was beyond frustrating. If he didn’t actually tell me anything, then I wasn’t going to get him this car. He could drop out of school for all I cared.
Dylan looked at me, his eyes wrought with emotion. I couldn’t tell if he was feeling anger, sadness, lust, or something else, but whatever it was, it seemed to consume him entirely. He didn’t say anything. He shook his head, once again, refusing to let me know what was going on in that disheveled head of his.
“Fine,” I said sharply. I didn’t have it in me to drop him off without buying the car, but I wanted him to know that I was pissed. If he thought he could act like this and get any attention at all from me, then he was dead wrong. I didn’t roll like that.
I slammed my foot down on the pedal, jerking the car forward down the street and doing a quick U-turn to head back to the dealership. I glanced at Dylan to see him trying to hide his concern under a scowl as I flew down the streets at breakneck speed, throwing all caution to the wind as we skidded around corners and blew through stop signs.
We arrived back at the dealership, where I parked the car right in front of the main office. I went inside without Dylan, who insisted on staying in the car with his mouth sealed shut. That was alright because I didn’t want to hear from him. Nothing he was saying to me made sense anyway.
I made quick work of the papers that I had to sign, and I walked out of the door with a jingling set of keys for Dylan’s new car. I hoped he enjoyed it and stopped acting like a moron around me. I should have been nicer, considering what I was doing for him.
“Take these and drive yourself home,” I said when I pulled open the door to the car. I tossed the keys into Dylan’s lap.
He didn’t flinch. I just stared forward, not acknowledging me at all.
“Hello? I bought you a car. What are you going to say?” I asked, expecting more than dead silence.
He looked at me, his eyes softening as he picked up the keys. “Thank you, Scarlet,” he said.
“That’s better,” I replied. “I’m going to go home now. I suppose I’m not going to see you at the creek later, but you’re welcome to come,” I said.
He shrugged. “I might be there after work.”
“Okay,” I said, lingering around for a moment longer to see if he had anything to say.
He didn’t.
I left the car, walking back to mine. By the time I looked back, he was already speeding away, probably eager to get away from me after the weird tension that had formed between us. I suspected it had always been there, even if I didn’t know it, but now it was worse. He was hiding something from me, and I was going to find out what it was.
Chapter 12
Dylan
That bitch sure knew how to stick her snooty nose into other people’s business. I wasn’t happy that I had let so much slip in front of her, but I was even more irritated by her questions afterward. This was my game, and she would be the victim. I didn’t like how mu
ch power she seemed to have gained over me already.
I slowed the car down the minute I was far enough away from Scarlet. She drove like she was trying to kill someone, and while it was nice to do that on her dime, the car was officially mine now and I couldn’t risk losing it. Besides, I still didn’t have car insurance.
I rolled down the narrow roads, watching the buildings get progressively worse as I approached the familiar trailer park area of town. I grimaced at the dust flying up the sides of my new days as I approached the house. It was so much nicer than what I had previously owned that it seemed a shame to get it dirty out here.
What was more, I would now have to worry about someone trying to break into it because it was nicer than the other cars in the neighborhood. I wondered if this was more of a curse than a blessing because of where I lived. I didn’t want to have to set mouse traps in the car just to keep people out like I had in the storage area.
I couldn’t shake it out of my head that somehow Scarlet was still trying to screw me over, despite her not knowing anything that happened to my family in the past. If she did know, then she would be a lot more suspicious of me than she was now.
I didn’t tell my mother about the new car. I went home, parking it around the back of the trailer, and immediately went to my room without eating dinner. I wasn’t in the mood for food. I would be eating early in the morning before working at my uncle’s repair shop anyway. I needed sleep more than anything.
I didn’t bother taking my clothes off before I laid in bed and closed my eyes. I fell asleep quickly, mentally exhausted from the afternoon with Scarlet. She was really something else, but she tired me. I wasn’t used to dealing with new people.
The next morning, I was met with rays of pale sunlight through the window as my alarm clock beeped. It was a brutal sound, unwelcome in my dreams, shaking my mind awake when it didn’t want to be woken up. I had no choice, though, because I had to work on the weekends.
I stretched, arching my back and popping several locations in my spine. I longed for a better bed to sleep on at night. This spring-ridden piece of crap was ruining my back. Soon, I would have the back pain of a much older man at the ripe age of 19. It wasn’t fair, but then again, nothing in my life was fair.