The Prince Of Highland Park

by Marilyn Faith

  “Please don’t look at me like that. I can see what you’re thinking. Please trust me, know that I’m not running out on you. I l-…I like you and I would not do that to you. Can you take my word for now and I’ll explain later?” Shaking her head as she kissed me and says,

  “Don’t take too long.” Thanking my lucky stars I kiss her get up and get dressed.

  Evelyn Chapter Twenty-One

  Last night was the best night of my life. I don’t want to jinx it, by focusing too much on it. I want to keep moving forward, and I want to move forward with Ryan. I’ve love him for so long, and now we can finally be together. I know he doesn’t want to keep us as a secret, but I think it’s for the best as not to ruffle any feathers. I know Samantha, Michelle and Chloe are not going to be too happy when they find out, and they might cause trouble for us. Especially Chloe, I know she and Ryan were in a long term relationship, which ended badly. I see the way she looks at him when he is not looking. She still has it bad for him. I have a feeling she wants him back. Once I’ve overheard her telling someone that he will be back in her bed where he belongs. She sounded like she was willing to fight for him; I don’t know if I can compete with that, they have history. Whatever made them drift apart is unknown, at least to me.

  Hugging my pillow I wish Kevin was here. He would know what to do. Kevin was killed in a drive by shooting. We were coming out of 7-eleven when we heard something like shots fired. I guess Kevin saw the car before I did. He shouted for me to get down, before he jumped on top of me to shield me from danger. After the shots ceased, I tried to roll him over, because he was on top of me, and I couldn’t budge. He wasn’t getting up. At first I thought he was just being cautious…you know…waiting a little to make sure the coast was cleared. But after while lying there a bit too long, I realized something wasn’t right. I called his name to let him know it was ok to get up, he still didn’t move. He only made a gargled sound. I rolled over so that I could get him off me. I wanted to make sure he was ok.

  He wasn’t ok; blood was coming from his mouth. I thought maybe he had hit his head the reason why he wasn’t responding. I started running my hands over his body searching for glass or something. I didn’t find anything. When I kept on searching him to see where he was hurt, I saw he had two holes in his chest which was the last thing I was expecting to find. He was shot.

  I started to panic. I was crying so hard my eyes were blurry from my tears. When I looked at his eyes, Oh God, his eyes were glassed over. I grabbed my phone and called 911. I took off my shirt off and applied pressure to try and stop the bleeding. I sat there hugging him crying hoping help would get here soon, not wanting to lose the one person I had in this world. By the time the ambulance got to the scene he died in my arms. That was four months ago. Since then I’ve isolated myself from almost everyone. I didn’t want to see or talk to anyone. I couldn’t bear to be around my friends they reminded me too much of what I was missing and what I will never have again.

  Ryan brought me tranquility to this fucked up world I live in. He gives me a sense of peace. Thinking about Ryan a smile comes across my face, which I can’t get rid of. Especially thinking of all the naughty things I let him do to me, and vice versa. I’m feeling liberated. I feel like I could fly, well logically I know that’s impossible. With all the emotions that are running rampant inside me, I believe if I went outside and hold my arms out to the side I would float away into the sky, free as a bird.

  I wonder if Ryan feels the same way. I know he said some things and when I looked into his eyes I would say he does. But I don’t want to put my feelings unto him if it’s not the same and be disappointed. Even if he and I don’t end up being together, I know I would never regret what we shared. I wouldn’t want to undo him being my first. I never felt comfortable with anyone before to be intimate with them. With Ryan I feel we are kindred spirits and my heart and soul belongs to him. Maybe that’s why I haven’t felt connected to anyone before, he was my soul mate waiting to claim me. I think the question I’m trying to figure out. Am I his?

  The vibration of my phone snaps me outta my daze. “Hi Kyla what’s up?”

  “Nothing much, just checking up on you. Checking if you would like to go to the movies with us?” She asked while the music boomed in the background. “Yeah, it would be fun hanging out with you guys. By the way who is going?” I ask wondering if everyone will be there.

  “Everyone’s coming, I know that sometimes it’s hard for you to be with us, I get it believe me. I get it. We miss you, I miss you,” she says.

  Cutting in not wanting her to go down this emotional lane, I asks “What are we going to see, do you guys have anything in mind, or are we winging it like we used to?” I Smile knowing we used to be so undecided, which was the fun part. Sometimes we pick really good ones and other times we would pick a dud, which is a really bad choice. The only bad thing about that was, we had to watch the entire movie. We would wait until we get to the theater see what’s playing to decide what to see, if we were too early we hang out in the game room and played games until the movie starts. “How about we wing it, you get to decide what we see tonight. Depending on the time of the movie we could grab something to eat. How does that sound?” She bated me knowing I would never refuse dinner and a movie. “Perfect, what time should I be ready?”

  “I’ll get you, say in one hour;” she answers.

  “I’ll see you in a bit” I say before hanging up the phone.

  Hanging with the gang was fun as usual. I laughed so hard I cried. The last time I laughed like that Kevin was still alive. Well, I am relief to know that I still have it in me to laugh like that. Looking outside the window as Kyla drives along the lake on her way to drop me off. It’s so calming to watch the waves, as we drive by. I’m Wondering why I haven’t heard from Ryan. I hope he is not having second thoughts about being with me, or regretting what happened between us. Dialing his number it went straight to voicemail. I hit redial, hoping he was just trying to call me at the same time I was calling him. Once again it went to voicemail. I leave a message hoping he’ll call me soon.

  It has been three days, and still I haven’t heard from Ryan. Would it be fair to assume that he regret what happened, and don’t want to speak with me. I’ve left numerous messages, and he hasn’t called back. I’ll take his lack of communication as my cue to leave him alone. If he wants to talk, he knows how to get in touch with me. I won’t be that girl who runs behind a man trying to get him to talk to her. We had fun and even though he’s being a fucking ass, I don’t regret what we did. I put my face in my hands wallowing in my misery. How could I have been so wrong about Ryan, we have an undeniable connection. I felt that connection, and I thought he did too. When we made love I know I wasn’t mistaken, but if this is what he wants I won’t push it. I will accept that not everything works out. I’m used to it. I’ve been experiencing disappointments, and hurt my whole life, so this too shall make me stronger.

  Grabbing my bag I left the club for the day. At least I don’t have to face the snob fest group. No doubt they know what happened between Ryan and me, and can’t wait to rub it in my face that I am a slut for giving myself to him. Maybe if I didn’t feel the way I did about him, I might think the same. Looking back, he did say all the things I wanted to hear him say. If he set out to play me just so he can brag that he fuck me, then he did a fine job convincing me he was sincere. When I got home I jump into the shower, unwinding from a long hectic day, enjoying the beating of the warm water over my body. Trying to keep my mind off Ryan, and what he’s doing. I’m trying not to jump to any conclusions, without at least hearing from him first. Getting out of the shower I get ready for bed. I lay in bed smelling Ryan on my sheets. How am I going to get any sleep, when my body and my heart ache for him?

  Ryan Chapter Twenty-Two

  Waking up with a massive headache with my hands and feet bound to a bed. My mouth is so dry feeling like I’ve been feeding on cotton balls for days. Where am I? I remembered wa
king up a couple of times only for it to go dark again. “What the fuck, where the hell am I?” Trying to maneuver the blindfold off my eyes, finally getting the blindfold down a smidge, so I can see just enough. Looking around trying to get my bearing, and shake the dizziness that is trying to engulf me once more.

  I can’t go out again I need to see where I am. I can’t make out this place. It looks shabby and run down, with a lamp in the corner. Lifting my head warding off the pain and dizziness I was feeling. I see a chair in the corner, this place looks like an interrogation room for drug dealers. I don’t know what that looks like, but if there is such a place; I would imagine this place would be a close copy. Why am I taped to a bed naked under the sheet? Tugging at my restraints, unable to budge, frustrated at my fail attempts to get loose. This has to be a sick fucking joke. There is no sound other than my own voice, my breathing coming faster aiming to a full fledge panic. This is not happening. Trying to calm my breathing in hopes not to block out again, trying to recall how I got here in the first place.

  I remembered leaving Ev house after an amazing night of lovemaking. I recalled walking into my house, getting in the shower, getting out and got dress. I remembered grabbing something to eat, and going into the garage, when I felt a sting in my ass. When I looked behind me I saw Bryan, and then everything went dark after that. Why the fuck would Bryan want to drug me and tape me naked to a fucking bed? Was it not enough that he fucked my girl, and betrayed me as a friend, now this? Closing my eyes trying my best not to freak the fuck out and trust me I’m getting there.

  Hearing footsteps, and muffle voices coming from the other side of the door. When it opens, in walks Bryan and Chloe not able to hold back anymore I shouted, “What the fuck is this, how long have I been here, why am I here, why the hell am I tied up?” I’m reeling questions off, hoping one of these shits will answer. “You’re here for me baby, so we can be together. I’ve missed you and I know you miss me too. You’ve been here three days, and I’m hoping you will come to your senses,” Chloe answers.

  “What the fuck do you want Chloe?” Seeing the confusion on my face, smiling she came closer to the bed, leaning in so only I can hear her “I want you, I only want you.”

  “I still don’t understand. You want me so you kidnapped me drugged me and tied me to a bed?” I respond wanting to know why she did this. “I’ve been following you for a while, I know what you’ve been up to in your spear time,” she answers baffling me to no end. Why the hell was she following me? So she knows about Evelyn based on her tone.

  “I fucked up, I begged for your forgiveness yet you left like I was nothing to you. All those years we’ve been together you just up and threw it all away,” she said getting angry with every word.

  “Are you fucking delusional or what? I threw us away, you must be fucking crazy. When you fucked my best friend over there, you threw what-so-ever we had down the fucking toilette. So, because I won’t take you back this is what you do, and you think that kidnapping me is going to make me reconsider and take you back you fucking crazy bitch?” I shout at her crazy ass. Mitch was fucking right. I would never have guessed she was this mental. Looking bereft “Don’t say that baby, I love you. I’m not the only one who fucked someone. I know you were fucking Samantha and Michelle and all those other bitches. I saw you fucking that fucking slut Evelyn, and I can forgive you,” she says kissing my face trying to kiss my mouth. I kept moving my head not wanting the bitch hands on me. Three fucking days this bitch have me hostage, because I won’t take her back after she fucked my friend.

  Looking over at Bryan wanting to see how he’s benefiting from all this. “Let me ask you question, what are you getting from this deal Bryan? You could not possibly be ok with her doing this, because she wants me back?” I ask hoping he can shed some light as to what the hell he is thinking helping this bitch kidnap me. “He owes me, so I called in a favor and here you are” Chloe answers instead. He just kept looking at the floor trying to avoid looking at me. I hope to God someone misses me already, and is out there looking for me. What the fuck Evelyn must be thinking after what we shared, and I up and disappeared without a word. I know she is thinking the worst, but if I make it out of here alive, I promise I will make it up to her.

  “Leave us alone,” Chloe turns and says to Bryan.

  “I don’t think that’s a…”

  “Leave us NOW” Chloe shouts at him before he could finish. He walks out closing the door behind him leaving me to the mercy of this bitch. “Now that we are alone we have some making up to do my sexy Ry. You were always a stallion in the sex department, and I’ve missed you so much. I missed the way you use to touch me, kiss me, the epic way you fuck me. I want that all back, I want you back, and if I can’t have you, then no one else will either,” she spews at me.

  “I’ve listen to Samantha, Michelle along with all your other fuck buddies rave about your abilities in satisfying them. I’ve heard all the girls at the club talk about what you gave them, while pretending I wasn’t affected by what they were saying. What used to be mine they talk about and now I’m here to claim it back. I’m here to remind you how great we used to be together,” she says, letting me know I’m not getting out of this.

  “If you think I’m fucking you, you’re sadly mistaken you bitch, I wouldn’t touch you if you are the last motherfucking lady on this planet. So if that what you were expecting, then you are crazier than I thought,” I shouted praying she will leave me the fuck alone. I’m on the verge of hysteria at this point. The sadistic smile on her face tells me I won’t be that lucky. “I have a surprise for you my darling,” she says walking out of the room. Returning shortly with a video camera, and what looks to be a needle in her hands. “What the fuck is that you have in your hands?” Knowing I wasn’t going to like her answer one bit. Looking down at both her hands, smiling “I have a video camera here in my right hand, and I have a needle full of prostaglandin in my left,” she says cheerily as if this was a prize she won. “What’s the needle for?” I asks wanting to know if she was going to knock me out again. “It will make you hard, keep you erect so we can make love,” she answers spinning around looking to set up the video at the perfect angle. My eye widen, knowing she is about to rape me and video it. Oh God, this is cannot be happening, just when I though it couldn’t get any worst she said, “I want to have your babies like we planned when we get married, so we will be working on getting pregnant tonight.” This bitch has gone skydiving off the deep end.

  “You’re fucking planning to rape me and video it, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I shouted, needing her to see how crazy this shit is.

  “Would you rather we made love and keep it between ourselves is that what you want Ryan?” She asks as though I have a choice in being here. “Don’t ask me shit, I will never come back to you, and this plan of yours won’t fly,” I say pulling on my restraint trying to loosen them.

  “I’m going to video us making love so I can show all those sluts you’re fucking how much you still want me, and you will always be mine no matter who you fuck.” She reaches under the sheet stroking my dick, getting down on her knees by the bed. She pulls down the sheet leaving me expose to her vision. Licking her lips she strokes lowering her lips taking my dick into her mouth sucking and fondling me until I get hard. “See baby, you miss me too, see how your big cock remembers me. You’re getting so hard with my mouth baby, and I want to suck you dry. I won’t let you come in my mouth. You will come deep inside me so we can start our little family.” Kill me now, how the hell am I going to get out of this nightmare?

  I try to move my hips to get my dick away from her administration, but the bitch kept sucking me back in. Thinking of the moment I walked in and see Bryan fucking her, my dick went limp. I for one was very happy with that result. By the look on her face tells me she doesn’t share my enthusiasm. “Fuck” I felt a stick on the inside of my thigh.

  “Did you just fucking inject me with that fucking needle you bitch?” “Well
I told you what I wanted, and you were not cooperating so I did what needed to get it done,” she answer walking out the door only to return minutes later with a small vial in her hand. She puts it on the table next to the needle by the bed. She went over to the video camera and press record. Now she is stripping off her clothes. There is no way I’m going to escape this am I? My dick is hard right now, and I need it to go down. Shit, nothing is working, fucking tears coming to my eyes know I’m about to be rape and there’s nothing I can do about it.

  Chloe crawls on her hands and knees, coming face-to-face trying to kiss me. I kept moving my face so she couldn’t stick her tongue in my mouth. She starts kissing my neck slowly moving over my abs and down to my dick taking it once again into her mouth, while playing with my balls. “Chloe please, you need to stop this shit, if you want me back this is not the way to go about it.” At this point I’m not above begging.

  “Stop this, and we can work on being together again, please stop this” I keep begging hoping to get through to her. Letting go of my dick with a pop she answers “That’s all I want baby, you are going to fuck me tonight and you are going to cum inside me. I know after that fucking slut whom you fucked the other day sees us. She will not want you back after you fuck me and get me pregnant. We’ll be sending a copy of our passionate encounter for her to see.”

  “If you stop this right now I’ll leave her alone, and never speak to her again I promise. You and I will work on us and get married and start a family. Look at me baby; I don’t want to start a family like this, do you? How are you going to feel after we get married, don’t you want to tell our kids how we fell in love?” I ask trying to make her see reason. Sliding up on me straddling my hips she position herself right over my hard cock and slide down taking me in as she work her hips. “Chloe please I’m begging you, please stop this.” I say trying to move my hips to dislodge myself from her. “Yes baby I want to hear you beg, I love the way your cock feel deep inside me. I’ve missed this feeling. I miss the way you feel while we made love, don’t you miss this too baby? I want to feel you all the way in my belly fucking me hard and deep,” she says on a moan.