"Then again, maybe not. I do like you very much. You have the best of presents to give and merchandise to sell. I couldn't let that go to waste. But don't think I won't kill you if you overstep your bounds. As of right now you need me, Jeremy."
"What do you want?" I sigh and plop down onto the sofa chair sitting in the middle of the foyer of Omar's home.
"I just want the girl you promised me."
"So simple a request, but I don't have her." I should have killed her when I had the chance. Instead, I let my feelings get in the way and cloud my judgment. I kept her for too long. Even if I hadn't killed her, I should have gotten rid of her. Then I wouldn't be in this predicament.
"Yes. I know. I saw her leave in the ambulance. But I want her back."
"Yeah, well first I need to kill that fucker before you can have the stupid bitch. I need to make a plan. I am going to torture that little prick until he begs me to kill him. But I want her to watch."
"Oh I love torture games. Why don't I torture her in front of him? I love to play and this will be most enjoyable for me, too." I lean my head back and smile thinking how that would be the greatest torture for him. He has defied even death to get her back. Watching Omar do unimaginable things to her in front of him, making her scream in agony would be worse torture for him then what I would do.
"Yes. That sounds perfect. Let's make a plan." Omar smiles but it's not the kind of smile that brings joy, it's a smile that promises sinister things to come. Oh, how I can't wait to exact my revenge.
***
Forrest
I haven't left Sierra's side the entire week. I needed her close. Her smell, her touch, and her general comfort were like a drug to me that I couldn't quit. I know I should probably have stayed away because I hadn't been able to keep her safe the last two times but instead I am here, holding her close as we mourn Damon.
I had only meant to wash Sierra and I of the blood that stuck to our skin and clothes but somehow she made me forget about what the right thing to do was. Instead, we made passionate love before I fucked all my frustrations out like a fucking beast then fucked several more times before finally falling into a satisfying slumber. I couldn't get enough of her. I needed her like I needed air. I'm a selfish bastard. I'm no good for her but after just one taste of her I know I will never be able to let her go.
Seeing all the scars and a few faded bruises marring her body, it took all my will power not to run out of there and scour the fucking city for that piece of shit. I didn't want to scare her so I reined it in as best as I could. It wasn't the time for her to calm my fury. She needed me to be strong and comfort her while we both mourned the death of my best friend, her brother.
I haven't pushed her for answers and I hadn't offered an apology of my own. She doesn't want to hear it, and I honestly don't think I am ever going to be ready to hear her story.
It's a warm day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the sky is blue. Inside though, I feel as if the rain should be pouring down in buckets around us. Damon's funeral is beautiful and tragic. His death was unexpected even knowing it was a possibility. You don't think you will actually lose someone you care for but it happened. My best friend's lifeless body lays in a black ornate coffin ready to be lowered six feet into the ground. A flag rests atop it with a bouquet of white roses.
It's hard to wrap my head around the turn in events. I don't want to believe it to be true but it is. Every single person here weeps openly for the loss of a dear friend and brother. He had many friends, colleagues, and family that came to pay their respects to this amazing person.
He was not just my best friend, but also my brother. There are only a few who I love and respect and now I lost him. Lois, Sierra and her parents are the only others who I love and respect and I will do everything in my power to protect them. Even if it means my imminent death. I will find that fucking bastard and kill him. I already made myself a promise the moment I lost Damon. There will be no more hesitation. As much as I would like to torture the bastard, I want him dead even more. I won't hesitate next time. He just signed his death warrant.
After the Pastor and Damon's parents speak their peace with stories and scriptures, Sierra steps up to the podium. She asked that she do it alone and as much as I want to hold her hand through this, she is strong.
"Damon saved my life. As if rescuing me wasn't enough, he saved me from certain death. My brother has always been there for me since the beginning. He was not always my favorite person due to his protective nature but I loved him regardless. We were best friends and always had each other's backs.
He had my back so much that when any boy came to ask me out he made sure to scare them with his threats if they ever hurt me." This garners a couple laughs from the crowd.
"He was a good man with a big heart. He had a sense of humor that I am sure you have all witnessed. And he always had to have the last word. His last words to me were ' Forrest needs you. He needs you to save him.' Even with his last breath he was worried about someone else." Her tears are flowing freely now and I want to weep with her. Her words pierce my heart with the truth. Only she can save me.
"So I am making a promise to Damon. I promise to do as he asked and more. But I also promise this. I promise to never forget the good times. When we used to play hide and seek over and over even though he hated it. Or being the three musketeers because we never left each other's sides. All the times we would sit and laugh over nothing and everything. And most of all, I promise to never forget the stupid sayings such as 'lets jet' or 'party hardy' because even though they were stupid, they always put a smile on my face. God I love you Damon. You are always in our hearts." She kisses her pendent that Damon gave her for her thirteenth birthday and blows a kiss to the heavens.
My strong, gorgeous baby girl's speech was heartbreakingly beautiful. As I walk to the podium to speak my peace, I have no idea what to say. I feel as if everyone is looking at me, blaming me for the loss of Damon. It is my fault he was there and now I am about to tell them about how much I'll miss him when I am just a fraud.
Sierra doesn't leave the podium but moves over and grasps my hand in hers as I clear my throat.
"Damon was fearless. There was nothing that scared him. He never cared that I was the kid from the wrong side of the tracks. He looked past that and the fact that I was a fighter even at an early age and embraced a friendship with me. He was the first person I respected and trusted and to this day, I have no idea what he ever saw in me. He stormed that house with me knowing what could happen. He died a hero that day by protecting and saving Sierra. And if we could turn back time, I know he would do it again knowing the outcome. He loved his family and I am sorry that he will miss out on a future he deserved. I am just glad he isn't suffering anymore and he is in heaven looking down on us probably talking shit... I mean probably cracking jokes about us and laughing. We miss you buddy." Sierra's tears never stopped while I spoke my peace. I squeezed her hand and we walked back to our place among the sea of other mourners.
Several more spoke before the casket was finally lowered into the ground. Everyone left besides Sierra, her parents and I. We waited and watched as the last shovel of dirt was thrown on Damon's grave.
That night we sat at the table and reminisced of all the good times we had with Damon. We needed this. Because after tonight, everything will change. I am gearing up to find Jeremy and take him out and I don't want that to tarnish Damon's memory.
By the time Sierra and I head to bed, I know it's time we need to talk. It's been a long time coming and I think she knows it too.
"I need to tell you what happened. There are things you need to know about my time." I nod my head as we get comfortable.
"You don't have to tell me everything. Take your time and if you want, you can tell me more another day. I don't want to overwhelm you." Sierra nods as she looks ahead into a faraway place. She's thinking back and I know this must be hard for her to have to remember.
"A few months back, J
eremy told me to tell him I loved him. At first, I fought it. I refused to say those words to him no matter what he did to me. Daily, he would rape me, beat me, and tear me down. Then he would ask me again if I wanted to continue to not say those three little words. But I couldn't. I had said them to you. I couldn't tarnish the only thing that had any meaning to me by using them on him. It was the one thing I could hold onto that was mine and yours. But the next week the beatings got worse. And not just for me. He would bring kids in to be beaten along with me. At first, I nearly caved and then I realized that was what he wanted. I already knew the kids had no hope. Then one day, he raped a little girl. It was bad enough he was beating them but he raped a little girl." My anger boils like a volcano beneath my skin. If she were to look into my eyes, she would see the murderous look I wouldn't be able to hide even if I tried. The sick fuck is going to pay and dearly.
"So I said it. I screamed it to him that I loved him to make him stop. He did. Made his guard take the girl back to wherever and rewarded me by making love to me as he would say. I cried the entire time but it was better than what I usually was given. From that day forward, I told him I loved him without really meaning it." She pauses and I know what she has to say next will devastate me. "One day I tried to kill myself. It wasn't my first attempt but it led to the most brutal day of my captivity." I tighten my fists knowing I could have lost her long before I ever got the chance to save her. I understand her need to escape but it doesn't make it any easier to listen to. She proceeds to tell me about the drowning and the next day when he let his cronies in on the fun.
"I was raped over and over again by several of his men and each time they took a turn, they would cut me." Showing me the scars on her body, she counted. There were at least twenty of them before I told her to stop. "It lasted for hours or days. I couldn't tell you because I was high for most of it. But that was just the first time. He didn't think I was punished enough. So a week later, he did it again. He brought a different girl in this time and tied her up like me but right next to me. I held her hand through it all never letting her go as they raped, cut and beat her right along with me. By the end we were both bleeding through every hole in our body and bruised on nearly every inch of skin." Her words cut off as she chokes out a sob. There are so many emotions flowing through me but the most prominent one is fury like I have never felt before.
"She was younger than the other girl but not by much. After that day, I did everything he asked. I couldn't watch as he did this to more children. It was too much." She whispers at the end.
I wonder how any man could do that to a woman or even a child. You have to be a sick fuck to do something like that. I comforted Sierra as best I could but there is nothing that can take away the pain she went through.
"In the beginning, I had gotten pregnant. I wasn't sure if it was yours or his but he found out. He didn't care or didn't want to chance it. I'm not sure. But he tied me up and repeatedly beat my stomach until I aborted. I couldn't move for nearly a month but I'm not sure now. I just know that my stomach was black and blue for what seemed like forever, I was bleeding for longer than was safe, and the on call doctor he had worried for internal bleeding."
My baby girl has been through fucking hell and back. I am shocked that after all she has been through she was willing to let me touch her.
"Don't treat me like glass Forrest. I'm strong." As much as I want to lock her up in a tower where I know she is safe, she's right. I need to treat her normal. She's stronger than I gave her credit for and she's been through hell and back. I know she will make it through this. She's not broken. Just slightly bent.
"Make me forget for tonight. Please just make the memories go away. Only you can make me forget." I cannot deny her request when I need her just as much.
I slowly start to kiss her in a passionate dual of tongues wanting to taste her. I can never get enough and even if we never had sex again, just the taste of her lips, her tongue, would be enough for me. But my little minx has other ideas. What started as a passionate kiss turns into a frenzy of nips and teeth clashing while she makes quick work of ridding her clothes. As much as I want to take this slow, Sierra has other ideas. Pulling my shirt off and throwing my pants and briefs to the side, I want badly to claim her. She lays panting beneath me with her legs spread wide, waiting for me to slide deep into her but not yet. I need to taste her first.
"Forrest, I need you inside of me. I need you so badly. I need you to erase all that happened. Don't tease me."
"Shh baby girl. I just want to taste your essence on my tongue. I promise I will fuck you into oblivion once I get a taste." Her whimpers are like music to my ears as she writhes beneath me while I make slow kisses and bites down her body to the apex between her thighs. I can smell her arousal and it's intoxicating to me. There is nothing as heavenly as the scent of Sierra's need for me.
I kiss her clit causing her hips to buck telling me she wants more. Instead, I continue to kiss my way down her beautiful petals to her opening. It is there that I kiss her and add a flick of my tongue reaching into her wet heat. From there I slide my tongue all the way to her clit lapping at all her juices. She tastes like sex and honey. I want more. I so badly want to devour her slowly but instead I growl as I tear into her with my tongue. Pushing hard between her folds, I show her she is mine, letting her feel my strength as I go from clit to her opening and flicking my tongue inside twisting and flicking before going right back to her clit and sucking and biting it between my teeth. I sound like an animal with the sounds coming from me but I don't care. Sierra's juices seep out of her and her moans tell me she loves every minute of it. Just when she is about to cum on my tongue, I pull away and slam into her causing her to cry out with pleasure and pain.
"Fuck. This is going to be quick baby."
"Yes. Just fuck me. Hard baby. God I need you deep in me. I want you to climb all the way inside and bury yourself as far as you can go. Please baby I need this."
"I'll take care of you. Hold on." I know what she's asking for and this is the kind of fucking I'm used to but I never expected my sweet baby girl would want the same. Those words coming from her mouth though, fuck me if they didn't make me nearly blow my load.
I pull out slowly and slam back into her harder this time causing the bed to pound against the wall. Thank god, her parents went to the neighbors or else they would be hearing exactly what is happening in here and I doubt they would approve of this.
For every thrust, Sierra moves in time making our bodies slam harder, my cock go impossibly deeper, and our moans to near shouts. It feels so fucking good to bury myself deep inside Sierra that I never want to stop. Beads of sweat roll down my back and gather on my forehead with the exertion of claiming Sierra. Soon, I can feel the warmth spread along my spine to my aching balls. They tighten and I know I am close but I want Sierra to fall with me. Moving my hand between us, it only takes me rubbing fast circles over her clit a few times to make her shatter all around my cock and pull my orgasm from me in an earth-shattering explosion. I roar out my pleasure never having anything feel as amazing as this moment.
Rolling to the side out of breath, I pull her into a spooning position. The next words out of her mouth shock me all to hell and cause the monster in me to rear its ugly head. I want to run and kill the bastard but most of all, I wish that it didn't hurt so badly.
"I'm pregnant...With Jeremy's baby."
"Fuck." I hiss out.
"Please don't hate me. You can leave me, but please don't hate me."
"Oh fuck baby. I don't hate you. I hate that bastard. I hate that he did this to you. But most of all, I hate that the baby isn't mine."
Did I just say that? Fuck me. I knew she wanted kids, and I figure eventually it would happen but as I say those words, I know they ring true. I want the baby to be mine and he took that from me.
"I'm not getting rid of it. As much as I hate him, I can't. It's not the baby's fault. I can't kill a living being just because of the circumstances." M
y heart clenches at the thought of her raising his child.
"I know baby. I know." I sigh not sure what to say next. I want her to get rid of it. I don't want her to have his baby and I honestly don't know if I can deal with her raising a child whose father I am going to kill.
We lay in silence for who knows how long before Sierra asks me to let her up to use the bathroom. While she is there, I think about what the fuck I am going to do after hearing this news. I don't know what to feel. I'm pissed, hurt, murderous, and most of all, disappointed. I don't know if I can do this. I finally get my baby girl and knowing this, I just cannot see any way I can raise the baby with her and not hate it for what it represents. Before I can think to hard about it, I hear a thump come from the bathroom.
"Sierra, are you okay." I call out but she doesn't answer. Maybe she didn't hear me. I decide to go and check on her.
"Baby girl? Answer me please. Is everything okay in there?" I am yelling through the door of the bathroom but I don't hear anything beyond. I test the doorknob but it's locked. "Sierra, either answer me or I am kicking the door in." I wait for a minute and still hear silence. "Okay. Here I come. Stand back baby. I'm coming in." I step back and kick the door just below the handle, it splinters, and flies open.
Sierra is lying on the ground unconscious and I check the bathroom quickly to make sure there wasn't someone in here. When I look down at her, she's pale white and blood is pooling around her legs.
"Baby, Sierra. Wake up." I roll her to her back from the slump position she was in on her side and shake her. "Baby, you need to wake up. Fuck." I swear under my breath, rush back to the room, and call 911. The operator does her usual greeting but I don't let her finish.
"My girlfriend collapsed and is bleeding out. I need someone here fast. Her pulse is low." I recite the address and wait, counting her heartbeats as I look at my watch to see what her pulse rate is and if it slows. The EMT's arrive not ten minutes later but it's not fast enough. Her heart has stopped and I can't get it to start beating again. I move out of the way so they can work on her as they load her on the stretcher and rush her to the ambulance. They ask me questions and I answer what I know before they head to the hospital with the sirens blaring the whole way.
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