by Stahl, Shey
“I don’t care,” his mouth moved back to mine, his breath coming out in short gasps as he pushed inside. “I couldn’t wait any longer.” His wet hot lips traveled from mouth and kissed along my jaw, down my neck and sunk into his favorite spot, the skin over my collarbone. “I want you Sway, right now.” His voice trembled, full of desire. “I can’t promise you slow, not tonight.”
“Fine by me,” I breathed.
“Ah shit, honey...I can’t last long like this.” Jameson breathed against my neck after a few moments; his head buried there, his hands wrapped around my ass, guiding me up and down over.
I don’t know what it was about this align boring against the cold brick wall in the dark alleyway. I’m sure this alleyway has housed many romps and the occasional drug addicts’ next hit, but I was just as turned on by this as was Jameson. My ass was scraping against the brick wall; forget the sticker burn I had before...now I had brick burn...much worse.
I could feel Jameson’s camshaft lift as he hardened further, his movements quickened, his breathing ragged and wetting the side of my neck. Each growl, each grunt, each moan that escaped his beautiful lips sent me closer to the edge until I was falling with him.
His hips twitched and I felt him pulsing inside as I stifled my moan with his tie that somehow got shoved inside my mouth.
“Oh my god...that was...” I could hardly speak the words.
I handed Jameson his tie back while he set me on my feet.
“How’d you get that?” he asked me smirking. His hands dropped to button his slacks. His shirt was also ripped open, with no buttons remaining.
I giggled. I didn’t remember doing any of that. It was like I had some out of body experience, similar to that night I destroyed my bedroom and his closet.
Adjusting my dress and underwear I realized the only problem with this romp in the alley was the mess I now had. Usually I was able to go to the bathroom right afterwards. Now we still had a half mile to walk and excuse my crassness but I had an oil leak without a drip pan if you catch my drift.
Not exactly fairytale right there but hey, sometimes the fairytale is messy.
“What’s wrong?” Jameson asked leaving his shirt open and reaching for my hand.
“I’ve um...” I glanced down with my eyes between my legs. His eyes followed and then meet mine with confusion.
Slowly, and I do mean slowly, the realization hit him, and what did he do? He grinned.
“Sorry, honey...let’s uh...get back to the hotel.”
“Easy for you to say,” I said. “You don’t have an oil leak sliding down your bare thighs right now.”
He let out a small chuckle and leaned into kiss my forehead. “Here, use my shirt. I’ll go without.”
It helped and he tossed the shirt in a dumpster when we began walking toward the street.
Jameson stopped suddenly just on the edge of the sidewalk, winked and pulled me hard against his side, kissing me.
I wrapped my arm around his waist as we walked back toward the hotel.
“Back to the hotel?” he asked.
“Back to the hotel,” I agreed with a smile I was sure would never leave. “The woo awaits. Woo away”
Jameson did woo away, the rest of the evening and well into the early morning hours.
When we awoke in the morning he wanted to woo again but the night had taken its toll on the two of us. My ass hurt from the brick wall scraping, and Jameson was exhausted. I think the last few weeks were starting to catch up with the dirty heathen and his bull stamina.
“Ow...that hurts...shit...move your arm.”
“Oh, sorry, is that better? ...fuck!” Jameson arched his back against me, his hands slammed against the mattress, his face carved in pain.
“What, what did I do?”
“Leg cramp...”
I sighed. “This isn’t working.”
Jameson sighed too rolling to the side. “I know.”
I reached up and rubbed his shoulder. “It’s okay.”
“It sucks.”
Not every time can be epic fairytales...sometimes it’s awkward and sometimes it just doesn’t work. At least he wooed me last night.
After our time in Key West, it was time for the New Hampshire race in Loudon. Weather wasn’t cooperating.
“I’ll be right back.” I told Emma setting my magazine on the leather couch beside me. “I have to pee.”
“I’ll come with you.” Emma stood.
“No, no, it’s okay...I’ll just be a minute. This kid is sitting on my bladder.”
The race was on a red flag. It’d been raining in Loudon since we arrived on Thursday morning. Qualifying was cancelled and set by the point standings, which meant Jameson started fourth. One hundred laps into the race and the race was stopped on account of rain.
So there I was, once again making my way to the bathroom as my bladder had controlled most of my day. The only problem was I had to use the public bathroom down a level from the terrace seating since that one was being cleaned.
When the door to the stairwell opened behind me as my foot hit the third step, I didn’t think anything of it. I just thought it was another person heading to the bathrooms below.
I was wrong.
Without warning, I remembered once again all those fairytales Charlie read to me. I remember them because my instincts told me to.
Sleeping Beauty who was awoke with a kiss. The glass slipper that fit Cinderella and the frog that turned into a prince. I remembered the fairytales that were once upon a time and then they lived happily ever after or in my case, living the happy right now.
Fairytales.
That was the shit dreams were made of, right?
The problem with all that fairytale crap was simple, fairytales don’t come true. They just don’t. Instead, happy right not turns into the past and the unspeakable happens.
“I hear congratulation is in order here.” A dark voice echoed from behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck, every hair on my body stood on end, a shiver ran down my spine.
I glanced over timorously. “D-D-Darrin?”
He was standing a few feet away from me, arms folded, looking at me curiously. His blond shaggy hair peeked out from under his black baseball hat. His eyes hard and tense, but still curious.
“Sway, Sway, Sway...hasn’t Jameson ever told you not to walk alone.” His voice was just a little harder now, a hint of sarcasm marring his polite tone. He stepped down another step, standing directly behind me. “You know, to be honest, I’m disappointed. I expected a challenge. And, after all, I only needed a little luck from the cleaning lady...Mariah.”
“What do you want?”
He stepped closer, smiling. “I want revenge.” He told me. “My career is over because of Jameson. I see no reason why you should live happily ever after when my dreams have been destroyed. Jameson is far too determined and you...well, you’re an easy target now that you’re pregnant. I get a two for one special.”
I felt a curl of nausea as I spoke. “Your career has been destroyed because of your own stupidity, Darrin.” I spun around to face him. I wanted to kill him for what he did to Jameson in Pocono and his stupidity in Summerville.
I wanted so badly to run but I was frozen in place once I was staring back at him. Darrin grasped my arm firmly. And suddenly I realized what Darrin meant by revenge. He was going to desecrate my body first. It became obvious to me the second I felt his free hand groping my breasts. Involuntarily, I made a whimpering sound, even more scared than I had been. I didn’t feel anything except the utter repulsiveness of having him touch me.
“Stay away from me!” I screamed but my voice was cut off by his hand over my mouth.
My talking earned me a hard pinch to my nipple, making me cry out. “No talking, Sway,” Darrin breathed in my ear, his breath stinking of vodka. “I only want your body. I want him to know I took the only thing that mattered to him.”
His hand wandered up my shirt. I knew then that I’d rathe
r die than feel what I was feeling. Darrin’s questing fingers prodded around my shirt, groping my funbags. It only hurt me. My tears couldn’t be helped. They streaked down my face and soaked into the front my shirt, my fear evident.
“Don’t hold out now, fucking scream!” he roared in my ear, forcing himself hard against me. “Beg him to save you!”
My hearts thundering rhythm kept me from speaking. I only stared at the wall above his shoulder.
“Beg him to protect you like he said he would!” and when I didn’t respond, his frustration got to him, his tone vibrating my entire body. “Fucking scream!”
I wasn’t going to allow him to take anything from me. Not when my mind drifted to what could be taken from me now.
With as much strength as I could muster, my fist rose and I punched him square in the nose. Not that I did any damage besides piss him off, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.
“You fucking bitch!” he roared back at me wiping blood from his nose.
Apparently I did do damage, and I was pretty sure my hand was broken now at the sharp pains shooting through it.
Darrin’s hand came up and slapped me hard across the face; my hands immediately went to my throbbing cheek as I tried to steady my footing on the stairs but before I could, Darrin gave me one hard push.
The only thought running through my head in that moment was my baby. Instead of instinct, and protecting my head as I fell down stair after stairs, my arms cradled my baby, protecting him. The mother within me was looking out for her unborn child.
The pain was all encompassing flowing through my head in radiating waves. I knew something was wrong and silently prayed my child would make it.
I tried to scream for Jameson, Emma, or anyone but no words where coming out that I could hear. I tried to kick and fight but I felt my body giving up the fight with a blow to my head.
With my last effort, my hands raised instinctively to protect my stomach, my eyes closed and I drifted away.
Who decides if you live or die?
Who tells you to fight or who tells you to run?
Who makes the decision that changes the course you’re on to the one you’re heading to?
You do. You have the power to make the choice.
I had one choice.
I could fight or I could give in.
It was simple really. Your life is always made up of choices.
Living and dying.
It’s an important choice but the shitty thing was, it’s not always in our hands.
Sometimes others hold the answer.
Black Flagged – Emma
“Where’s Sway?” Mom asked looking toward the television in the corner of the suite that showed nothing but rain showers and impending thunderstorms.
When Sway hadn’t returned after twenty minutes my gut instinct told me that something was wrong.
And when I opened the door and saw her lying in puddle of blood, her clothes ripped from her body, I knew it was wrong.
I heard heavy footsteps racing down the stairs but my only concern was Sway at that point.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion once I saw Sway. Just like in the movies, I was caught in a real life nightmare when I approached her. My hands scrambled toward her in utter horror. Sway was clutching at her midsection, bent over at the waist on the concrete stairwell.
“Sway!” It came out as a choked sob as I fell to my knees and grabbed her shoulder.
I tried to roll her onto her back, but could only force her still body onto her side as she seemed to tense at my touch.
This wasn’t good.
There was blood, a lot of blood, coming from the back of her head, matting her mahogany hair and beginning to pool underneath her cheek. I inhaled sharply, my breath shuddering in uneven, harsh gasps.
I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth. The smell of blood was strong, her eyes were closed and her head lolled to the side as she toppled onto her back. I saw a large gash along the back of her head.
“Sway!” My voice was now a thin wheeze as I took in her pale, still face. I stupidly shook her shoulder with one hand, wiping ineffectually at the blood on her cheek with the other.
I called my dad and he said he’d take care of everything, to just stay where we were and don’t let Jameson find out, no one was tell Jameson anything at that point.
There was still over a hundred laps left in the race and I knew damn well he’d stop the car if he knew something had happened.
“Sway, baby...please be okay,” I was weeping.
I almost dropped her head when she let out a low moan. I couldn’t catch my breath, the relief was so great. “I know, sweetie, I know. Help me out here, please. Stay awake, you can do it, help me.”
“Jameson...?” she groaned. I cradled her head on my lap as I wept and gasped. “Emma...where’s Jameson?” she tried to sit up, propping herself on her elbows, but cried out and fell to her side, vomiting.
She let out a tortured moan and I started sobbing again, clutching at her back.
“Darrin...where did he go?” she managed to say in a weak voice. “He said he’d kill me.”
“Shh, shh,” I crooned, the tears falling off my face and onto her ear and neck, mingling with the blood. “Help is on the way sweetie.”
“Where’s...Jameson?” she managed, struggling to rise. She made it up on her arm before she collapsed again.
“He’s racing.” I wailed, gripping her arm as she lay panting on her side.
“Please...it hurts....” She moaned. “Can’t...breathe...the baby...” She gasped, curling in on herself again. “Help me...” she vomited again, retching and hissing in pain.
Sway kept vomiting over and over.
After the fourth time, her body went limp.
All I knew was Jameson couldn’t see this and I wasn’t sure she’d be okay.
13. Hot Pits – Jameson
Hot Pits – When cars are on the track, it’s said to be “hot-pits” with only crew members and racing officials are allowed into the pits for safety reasons.
The skies opened up and the rain poured down onto the track. I was soaked inside the car, watching the steady stream of water trickle inside my car as the entire field sat red flagged in turn four.
“I need a beer. This is boring.”
Kyle chuckled over the radio but didn’t respond.
I was bored out of my fucking mind. I hated rain delays. I was from Washington so you’d think I’d be used to rain. We’d been sitting here for the last forty-five minutes and I couldn’t understand why they hadn’t pulled us onto pit road.
The most entertainment I had was watching a helicopter try and land in this mini hurricane that seemed to be blowing through.
“I’m starving.” I complained again.
“The race has been called,” Kyle announced. “It’s scheduled again for tomorrow.”
“Thank god, now I can eat!”
I fired up the engine. The pace car led us down pit lane.
“Take the car to the—”
His voice came to an abrupt halt, the radio went dead. I pressed the button a few times thinking maybe the rain was messing with the interception. It just cracked.
“Kyle?” I asked. “Kyle? You there?”
“Um...yeah, I’m here.” He paused. “Take the care to the hauler.”
“Oh, okay. Don’t we need to take the car to garage?” If it was a rain out and under the halfway point, we’d be racing tomorrow. Why would I take the car to the hauler?
He was silent for a few moments, his voice sounded considerably different when he spoke. “Shane and Mason will take care of that. Just go to the hauler.”
That was strange.
“What’s going on?”
“Jameson, please just take the goddamn car to the hauler.” Kyle asked in a monotone voice.
Something was wrong. I could tell by his tone. Something was definitely wrong.
My heart began beating erratically and I found it hard
to keep the car within the 10 mph speed limit throughout the pits.
When I pulled up to the hauler, Spencer, Alley and Aiden were standing outside, under the cover of the awning. The rain had increased to a steady patter.
Their grim expression told me something was wrong.
Sway wasn’t with them.
I began ripping the hoses followed by my belts before I even stopped the car.
“Where is she?” I grabbed Alley by the arm when she walked past, tossing my gloves and helmet inside the car. “Goddamn it, answer me!” She started crying as Spencer stepped between us.
“Jameson, let her go.” Spencer demanded, scowling for good reason.
Alley looked over at me, her mouth turned down as tears slipped. Her eyes focused on mine abruptly wide with pain.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Jameson, you have to calm down before I tell you what I’m about to tell you.”
Oh well that was really going to make me calm down now.
Are they fucking insane?
“Just...tell me already.” I barked back. “This is as calm as I get!”
“Emma’s with Sway. She—”
“Where is she?” I interrupted impatiently looking to everyone for answers. “Why isn’t she with you?”
“She...” Alley started crying again and looked toward Spencer.
“Jameson...she fell down the stairs in the terrace seating. They’ve transported her to St. Joseph’s hospital in Nashua.”
I felt sick. My stomach dropped out, my heart stilled and I could almost feel the blood drain from my face. Alley’s voice sounded garbled and distant, even though she was standing right next to me and I could feel her hand on my face. She continued to yell my name but my response was frozen in my throat.
Sway was hurt.
I fell to the ground...oh god...please no...don’t take her from me.
Spencer and Aiden rushed over to me as the sobs broke through.
I suddenly felt the rage boiling inside me. I knew Darrin had something to do with this.
All the warnings, all the words between us over the year flooded my thoughts.
Never did I think he’d actually hurt her. It just never crossed my mind. And all this time, the warning was there. But most of all, I had pushed him toward that. I had baited him to the one thing that had the power to destroy me. Hurt Sway. The worst feeling of all, I knew it now, something he’d known all along.