The Dark Knight [Part One]

by L. F. Piper

  I look towards the way that Emilia ran off and take my first step to follow her lead. She’s currently too weak to have gotten too far. I know she hasn’t been eating at school because I constantly have eyes on her. My guess is she hasn’t at home either. If she loses those tits and that ass, I’ll strangle her then force feed her myself.

  I eventually find Emilia around the side of the school building, near the student lot. She’s sunk to the gravel, knees to her chest and her head hanging like it’s not even attached to her body anymore. She hears someone coming, but she must sense that it’s me. “Go away,” I hear her harsh whisper.

  “Not going to happen, Doll. Get up.” I give her all of three seconds to get off that sweet ass before I lean down and drag her up. She puts up a fight. Well, it was as much fight that of a hamster would put up against a wolf.

  When she’s finally on her feet and I’m pulling her towards my car, the panic inside her must kick up a notch because she really does start trying to pull herself out of my grip. “Mother fucking son of a bitch!” She bit me. The psycho bitch bit my hand! “I’ll owe you later, Doll,” I smirk at her but grit my teeth at the same time. That shit hurt.

  Once we’re safely in my car and she’s packed up her bitch fit whining, we’re on the move to my place. I get the feeling she’s drained and what is going to happen next is imminent because she doesn’t even bother to struggle or argue anymore. In my apartment I lock the door behind us and grab a beer to help calm the nerves zapping throughout my body. By now, Emilia knows where everything is around and goes straight for the hard liquor cabinet. I don’t even bother stopping her, I drink way too much for someone who isn’t even legal. Why shouldn’t she? I finish my beer in silence, the only noise in the room coming from Emilia and her whiskey. Every so often the glug glug glug from turning the bottle upside down to release more of the amber liquid, followed by her angry hiss after she swallows. It’s like she’s pissed at the liquor for burning her on the way down.

  I go to the bathroom to assess the damage she caused me earlier. Who would’ve thought that little firecracker could make me bleed? I’m still so turned on by it. Everything seems in order, so I take a leak and leave the room. I must’ve been five, ten minutes tops and Emilia has trashed the place. She’s hiccupping and mumbling to herself, while throwing shit around my lounge. I lean on the doorway, arms and feet crossed, just watching her lose her mind. Weirdly, it’s kind of hot.

  “Fucking sofa,” kick. “Fucking table,” kick. “Fucking curtains,” rip. “Fucking door,” real hard kick. “Fucking fuck!” She splutters, hopping around for a few seconds. “Fucking tv.” That’s when I snap out of it. I push away from the frame supporting my weight, catch her in my arms and pin her body to mine.

  “Fucking Caleb!” She screams at the top of her lungs. “Let me go! Let me go! Let. Me. Go!” This is my Emilia. The real Emilia. She’s back.

  I don’t know what’s come over me.

  I smile into her fruity scented hair.

  “Man, I’ve missed you.”

  She freezes.

  I freeze.

  Silence.

  Shit.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  Emilia

  I would honestly start writing my own eulogy now if I had a pen and some paper to hand

  I think I just heard someone drop a pin, ten streets down the block. We aren’t even breathing in here, it’s so deathly quiet. He said he missed me. Caleb missed me. I don’t understand.

  Did he miss bullying me?

  Did he miss fucking me?

  He certainly couldn’t have missed my personality, seeing as he hasn’t ever taken the time to get to know me past my vagina. I’m freaking out.

  Part of me wants to jump him – I know, ridiculous after everything him and his loser friends have put me through. The other part of me wants to run and hide, pray he never finds me again. He eventually releases his hold on me and something inside my body snaps, shattering me. All this rage and these unknown emotions that have been brewing and swirling and festering internally finally break free. “You missed me, huh? What did you fucking miss, Caleb? Eating me out? Fucking me? Tripping me up? Inflicting physical pain on me? Making me cry? What? The list is bloody endless. What. Did. You. Miss?” Unconsciously whilst talking, and kind of shouting, I’ve moved around the living room. Caleb has somehow ended up in the small kitchen area. He must’ve freaked out after what he said, wanting to put some distance between us. I don’t blame him for that, I would’ve done the same thing.

  Lying on the floor behind the curtain I ripped straight from the rails earlier, I spot a wooden baseball bat. I reach for it and start swinging it threateningly. I don’t know what’s come over me. I want to scream and destroy everything in this room, including the man himself. I think I may have finally reached my breaking point. Caleb’s dark eyes and twitching veins aren’t helping with the situation. He knows what I’m thinking, it wouldn’t take a genius to work it out. I’m an unhinged teenager, sick of taking everyone’s crap. Plus, slightly drunk. What makes it worse is I have a bat in my hands ready to take on the world.

  As I’m taking my first swing towards the coffee table, I decide I’ll deal with the consequences later. “Answer me!” I scream like someone’s shot me and bring the bat down, glass shattering and wood splintering all over the carpet. That felt so good, I move on before he has chance to speak or stop me. I put holes in the walls, the small dining table in the corner looks like a car reversed over it – twice – and I beat the sofa cushions to a deathly pulp, feathers start floating above me like winter snow. My arms are killing me, but I put all the pain and hurt into my last swing. The large flat screen TV shatters into a million tiny pieces and falls to the floor.

  I drop the bat, breathing is becoming increasingly difficult. My body is shaking violently, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, fighting with the alcohol I downed earlier on. Am I an angry drunk? Or is it just a case of ‘the last straw that broke the camel’s back?’ I refuse to be the camel anymore, that’s not me.

  My hands are on my knees, I’m bent over with long strands of black hair hanging in my eyes; some sticking to the layer of sweat coating my forehead. I’m absolutely spent, but man did that feel good. At the time.

  My breathing has slowed down some and I raise my hunched over body to my full height, which honestly isn’t really that much higher, and look around the room. Caleb is still in the kitchen and the anger is pouring off him in thick, molten lava waves. “You need to move. Now. Before I kill you.” I don’t doubt that he would, in fact, slay me where I stand. I just fucked up his place, bad.

  I look towards the door, but then remember he locked it. Shit, where the hell does he expect me to go? I grab my shoulder bag and sprint to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Who am I kidding? He’s a fucking machine and will take this thing off its hinges before I can even blink. I’m so done for. I don’t know how I should act right now. It felt so good to trash his place, to give him a visual representation of what is going on inside my mind. I could never put that lot into words to explain it, if he would ever listen me long enough. He can physically see in front of him what he’s been doing to me now. Caleb doesn’t work like that, though. He will just see it that he owes me now; everything is apparently a game, one he always needs to be a point ahead of me in. I can’t imagine the payback that will be in store for me after that little stunt!

  I would honestly start writing my own eulogy now if I had a pen and some paper to hand.

  I’m pacing the small bathroom. Five steps, turn and repeat. I’m biting the paint from my thumb nail, my heart pounding whist I smoke my second cigarette. I think I’ve been locked in here for about twenty minutes. The smoke floating above my head is killing me; there’s no window to open. I panicked and picked the worst room to hide in, but it’s the only one with a lock. I still can’t hear anything outside the door, Caleb must be so livid he doesn’t even know what to do with me yet.

  Lucki
ly, my pacing has taken me to the other side of the bathroom door, because suddenly a boot comes flying through the wooden panel. I scream and jump into the shower, my cigarette sizzling out as it lands in a small puddle by the drain. Caleb continues to kick his way through the door. He could easily just reach through one of the many holes he’s made and unlatch it, but he must still have a lot of pent up anger to work out of his system. Plus, I already smashed up everything he could possibly take his frustrations out on.

  Panting, he finally makes his way through the unopened door. He doesn’t have to look hard to find me, curled up in the corner. “Do you feel better now, Demon?” He asks as he starts stripping his clothes off. Demon? The fucking cheek of it!

  “Absolutely. Why are you getting undressed?” He’s fully naked now, but he doesn’t answer me.

  “Strip or get soaked. Make your choice.” Why he ends it with ‘make your choice’ baffles me. He doesn’t give me a choice in anything. My options in this case are pretty bleak. I can’t go home dripping wet, mum will ask questions and I won’t have any answers for her. I sigh and start losing items of clothing.

  Once I’m naked, I reach tall to pin my hair high in a messy bun at the top of my head and whilst my arms are in the air, I watch as he burns holes into my flesh with his eyes. It’s crazy. He has the most beautiful eyes, but only when he’s not looking directly at me. All I get to see are black depths that never fail to scare the life out of me.

  “Turn it on,” his eyes flash to the showerhead so I understand. I flip the gage and ice cold water pours all over me. I gasp and then scream, the shock just too much for my already weakening body. He knew that was going to happen, I just know it. My body is covered with goose bumps and my nipples are so hard, you could hang your coat on them. Caleb steps inside and instantly latches onto my left nipple, flicking it with his tongue and biting overly hard just so he can watch me squirm. “You bite me, I bite you back, Doll.” His hand, earlier at school. What was I thinking? I’m not entirely sure that I was to be perfectly honest. Spur of the moment and all that. I look down at him and when our eyes connect, he bites again; I’m convinced it’s harder than the first time and I stupidly try to pull away, which intensifies the pain he’s inflicting on me. I’m on the verge of crying when Caleb finally let’s go and sucks some of the pain away. I find myself still pulling away from him, but he just backs me up against the tile, staring at me. As our eyes are locked, he snakes his right hand around my throat, down between my chest, over my flat stomach and suddenly I’m full to the brim with his fingers wedged deep inside my pussy. We’re still staring at each other, but his hand hasn’t moved, and I’m scared to death to even breath.

  Caleb brings his face down to mine and licks up my neck from my collar bone to my jaw, a move I’ve come to realise is something he quite enjoys doing. His tongue is suddenly in my mouth and things have gone from zero to one-hundred in just five seconds. His fingers are moving so rapidly I can’t catch my breath. Add that to the fact I’m struggling for air from his thick, warm tongue invading my mouth and I think I’m about to pass out, but he finally breaks away. I’m panting and we both know I’m close to coming. “Scream my name.” I mean, I probably would have even without his demand, it’s just another power play for him.

  It all happens so quickly. One second, I’m wailing per his request, and the next he’s ripping his hand from inside me, twisting and bending me over. I’m face planting the white tiles, and he is shoving himself inside my aching cunt, pounding me like his life depends on it. I don’t know what is happening. It feels good, painful, wrong and right all at the same time. I can feel him pulsing and I know he’s close. I’m still not on birth control, but I can’t catch my breath long enough to tell him that.

  Caleb grunts loudly a few times, probably the most vocal he has been this whole time, and once I’ve orgasmed, I feel him tense inside me and his come warm my insides. I’m so breathless I can’t even find the words to tell him how stupid we’ve just been. Looks like I will be taking a trip to that clinic Kaydee needed a while back. Morning after pill, here I come!

  I’m still bent over when he spanks me hard on the ass and I squeal at the pain. “Get out and get in my bed.” I grind my teeth together, but do as I’m told, his come trickling down my thighs.

  Fuck, that’s hot.

  Also, fuck drying myself. He can deal with the wet sheets for all I care.

  I know, but hello? Teenager. Just saying.

  I fall into the bed, wet and sticky, aching and sore. Caleb comes in a few minutes after, still naked. I can’t help but just stare at his magnificent body. I subconsciously lick my lips and he sees. “On the floor, on your knees.” Not that he ever would, it would probably kill him to do so, but a please here and there wouldn’t be frowned upon. I roll my eyes and do as he says. I know what’s coming and I plan on making it the best he’s ever had, it’s as much for my benefit as it is his. What? He tastes super yummy. I grab his heavy ball sack and tug, harder than I usually would, but after how rough he is with me during sex, he deserves some payback. I’ve been with him plenty now to know he’s into sex a little rougher anyway. A drop of precum appears on his slit and I lick it away. I run my piercing from the base to the tip of his cock, still tugging on his sack, and when I get to the head, I suck like I’ve never sucked before. I use my teeth lightly, although I really want to bite him like one of my raw carrot sticks, like nothing ever before. I know I’ll die, though and after weighing up the options, with a dick in my mouth is not how I would choose to leave this world.

  I suck and tug, then change things up by sucking Caleb’s balls into my mouth and use my hands to forcefully jerk him off. I can feel his sack tightening against my tongue and I know he’s nearly there. I switch up again and put his dick back in mouth just before he blows his load. It’s amazing. He’s holding my head still, like he even needs to, and his seed is spurting down my throat in jets. I don’t spill a drop this time, though. I’m dragged to my feet and thrown onto his bed. We go another four rounds before I’m literally spent and can’t feel my limbs anymore. I’m floating around in space somewhere.

  We hardly speak at all and somehow that feels okay.

  One of us would just say something to piss the other one off anyway.

  Probably him.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  Emilia

  I may have already caught a deadly disease and don't even know it yet

  Yesterday was... I don’t even know what. Caleb sent me packing around five and when I got home I just told my parents I’d stayed at school to catch up on a few things.

  By lunchtime Friday, I've had enough of everything. School. People. Life. I just wanted one day where I didn't go home full of tears, my clothes didn't get ruined and my locker didn't have bitch, whore or slut engraved into it. I also still have what happened last night with Caleb taking full control of my mind. I definitely need to visit the clinic this weekend. My nerves have completely fizzled out. I am way too young to be under this level of stress. I found a grey hair last night, not even fucking kidding!

  I haven’t seen Caleb or Ellis today. The girls are stuck to me like flies on shit, though. Actually, that’s probably a really good representation to be honest.

  ***

  It’s the last day of school today before summer and thank fuck it's over. I make it back home in one piece, apart from I'm bare foot. My sandals were stolen when I got changed for swim class earlier and I've spent the last three hours walking around shoeless. I have a trillion cuts, and more than a couple stones wedged deep into my soles.

  I don’t say hi to anyone when I get home. My throat is clogged tight with tears and all I want to do is go straight to my room and cry, purge all of my anger out before I’m forced to socialise. I don't want them to know how awful school has been for me recently. My mum would either just tell me to stop being a drama queen or wrap me in bubble wrap all summer, but my Dad would go straight to the principal and lose his shit. I don't want any
of those things to happen so when I’m safely in my room, I drop everything to the floor and turn my music up to ear-splitting levels. You Me At Six – Save It For The Bedroom begins blasting through the speakers – how ironic – and I scream hard into my pillow.

  Ten minutes later, my face is wet and blotchy with tears and my throat is raw. I undo my braided hair and drag a cleansing wipe over my face. I hardly bother with makeup anymore, seeing as I cry most of it off before third period. I swipe off the little mascara that has managed to cling onto my lashes and dive into the shower. It's really warm outside and the water hitting my back is scolding, but I don't turn it down. I sit on the floor and sob some more before I actually wash myself.

  My feet are stinging and wounded, but I pick out all the stones and wipe the fresh blood away before gritting my teeth and smothering them with shower gel to remove all the dirt. I dry myself off when I'm finished and throw on some yoga pants with a baggy t-shirt. All of my clothes are beginning to look too loose, seeing as I skip lunch at school in favour of hiding in the toilets and I miss dinner at home most nights, telling my parents I had a big lunch and too much homework to complete. I didn’t think mum would notice anything, but she’s definitely started paying me more attention than usual, and dad has been giving me a lot of 'are you alright?' glances. I always smile at them.

  Fake it till you make it, I guess.

  I plaster my feet in thick lotion and put some socks on, although I may have already caught a deadly disease and don't even know it yet. Needing my feet amputated would be a bitter sweet cherry on top of a sour cake! I pin my wet hair up in a loose bun before heading downstairs. The only thing that makes me feel better lately is Pearl and smoking. I notice I only have four cigarettes left. “Mum!” I yell while walking into the kitchen. “I need you to grab me some cigar...” My voice dies in my mouth as I see Rachael sat at the breakfast bar with my mother. I freeze on the spot, my eyes shooting all over the room, hoping to God that she didn't bring Caleb with her. I was definitely planning on locking myself in my bedroom for the next two to three months, talking to no one but my dog. I didn't count on my mother having coffee dates with the enemy’s parents.