by Lolah Lace
When I arrived home from work I showered and went into Hailey’s bedroom. Just like Kelly she had three of those collectors Barbie’s that never leave the boxes. Hailey had one black Barbie doll. I was with her when she picked it. I couldn’t seem to talk her out of buying the black one. There was this discussion about how all her Barbie’s were white and she really wanted a black one. She had talked me into buying it and now I’m glad I let her have that one. That was the last Barbie doll I bought for her. It sat in between the other glamorously dressed white Barbie dolls. It hurt to look at the dolls and made me happy and proud all at the same time. When will this hurt go away?
CHAPTER THREE
The phone calls had become routine. Kelly would call me and tell me about her day. She would share a little with me and I would do the same. I asked a lot of questions about her family. I’m not sure why I asked but she seemed to come from good people. I couldn’t actually say the same of myself. My family was not anything that I ever talked about. I was the success story and I wasn’t much of a success.
I learned more information then I needed about Kelly’s mother. Kelly didn’t have any problems telling me about her mother. Kelly loved that mean lady. I could see why. Bossy Nicole Nevels gave her daughter whatever she wanted and treated her like a princess. Kelly was a good kid. I had to remind myself that she was the one that diffused the violate situation between me and her mother on moving day.
Kelly was clever. She was smart and I could see why her mother took her on lavish vacations and spent so much money on her. It was clear that Kelly would be a doctor, lawyer or in some other reputable professional.
This kid could easily be a therapist. She had listened to me and I felt better for it.
Today Kelly called hours before her normal reach out to Mr. Lukas time. I checked the clock. It was some time after noon. She had to still be in school. Why was she calling so early? I rushed to answer.
“Kelly?”
“Hey.”
“Is everything okay at school?”
“Yeah I’m at lunch. I love those turkey sandwiches you buy for me.” I was trying to get her off junk food. “Mr. Lukas, I need to ask you a favor.”
“Okay ask.” I had no idea what it could be.
“Can you pick me up after school?”
“Yeah I guess.” Wonder why she needs a ride. “Don’t you take the school bus?”
“Yeah but I need to stay afterschool with the music teacher. I need to practice the violin. I can only stay if I have a ride home.”
“Is this okay with your mother?”
“I’ll ask my grandmother. Can you be here at four?”
“Yeah I can.”
“Do you know where my school is?”
“Yeah I know where Stonebridge is.”
“Okay thanks Mr. Lukas. Meet me out front at four, don’t be late.”
“I’m never late.”
“Later.”
“Bye Kelly.”
She hung up on me. She completely changed direction on me when I asked her about getting her mother’s permission. How sneaky, she did that on purpose. This kid has me wrapped around her finger. This must be an inherited trait. Her grandmother had me doing all kinds of menial labor for her two weeks ago. I wonder if Kelly’s unpleasant mother was as charming. I’m sure she isn’t.
I looked forward to picking Kelly up from school. When she spotted my truck she smiled and waved at me. She ran to my truck with a rolling book bag in one hand and her violin case in the other. She climbed in and I helped her situate her things on the floor of the passenger seat.
“Hey Mr. Lukas.”
“Hey.” I took off down the street. “Seatbelt.” I ordered and Kelly quickly buckled up.
“Can we stop and get pizza. I’m starving.”
“Kelly, I think I should get you home.”
“Please, please, let’s get a pizza.”
“Your mother will be home soon.”
“No, she’s staying late at work today, she texted me earlier. I have money.”
“I know you always have money but I don’t want us to get in trouble.”
“Trouble with who?” She looked at me with confusion.
Maybe I was being paranoid. I’ve had little girls in my truck before. Hailey had friends and she even had sleep overs. There was no one I could think of that wouldn’t trust me with their kid.
“Okay we can get a pizza.”
“And some ice-cream, please, please, please.”
“Fine.” I was smiling. I could go for some ice-cream. I hadn’t had any since Hailey and I went out after we saw a movie.
I took Kelly for pizza and ice-cream. I paid of course and I dropped her at home. Well I went in the house and made sure she got in okay. Kelly had homework so I decided the cut the grass. Miss Nevels hadn’t hired anybody to do it. I wondered if it slipped her mind. I was sure she was unaware of my presence around her house.
I wondered if she knew I had buffed out the small scratch in her hardwood floor that was made when Tony dropped her flatscreen.
When I was done mowing the lawn I emptied the garbage. I went upstairs to tell Kelly I was leaving. I had used the back stairs and when I looked into Kelly’s room she wasn’t there. I went back into the hall.
“Kelly!”
“I’m in my mom’s room.”
I walked down the hall to the room I knew to be Miss Nevels. The door was always closed but this time it was open. I stood at the doorway and peeked in. Miss Nevels bedroom was nice. I hadn’t seen it since the day we moved the furniture in. She had decorated it like it was out of a fancy interior design magazine. It was classy and regal but still fairly modern. It was feminine but not overtly. I took a step inside to get a closer look. The major color scheme was purple. Purple is my favorite color. This bedroom was rich with various shades of purple.
I noticed a fresh bouquet of flowers in a crystal vase that sat on a glass table by the window. I wonder who bought her flowers. Her bed wasn’t made but the sheets were pulled back only to accommodate one person.
“Kelly, where are you?”
“I’m in the closet. I’m looking for a flash drive.” Her voice was muffled. I could hear her but I couldn’t see her. “I know my mom has extra one’s somewhere.”
I hadn’t realized I was all the way in the bedroom until I was standing next to the bed. On top of the bed was a pair of black lace panties. I was thinking of placing them in my pocket. Why? I’m not a thief. I’m not a pervert. Why do I want them, these little black panties? Shit I had picked them up. Fuck why did I have them in my hand? I had a strong urge to take a whiff of Miss Nevels the devil’s evil cunt. Why?
Like a sneaky kid I looked around to make sure Kelly wasn’t coming out of the closet. I could hear her moving around searching for her missing flash drive.
I raised the panties to my nose and inhaled the aroma. They smelled powdery, musky and floral. So many alluring aromas accosted my senses. I dropped the devil’s panties back on the bed like they were burning my fingers. Shit!
“It’s late. I’m leaving. Hey kid I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I half shouted to Kelly. What is half shouting? Maybe it’s a raised tone.
I started backing my way to the door. I would feel safer in the hall. Kelly poked her head out the closet. “Later Mr. Lukas.”
I waved to her and I high-tailed it out of that house. I had freaked myself out. I shouldn’t have ever gone in her mother’s bedroom.
I went back to work and camped out until it got dark outside. I went home around eight and got into bed. I tried to sleep and my body refused to cooperate. I watched a few episodes of Breaking Bad and closed my eyes around midnight. I still couldn’t drift off. I started thinking of the black lace panties, the smell, the way they possibly looked on Nicole Nevels body. I thought about her pussy. How it was brown and probably thick, meaty and juicy like a steak. Was it shaved bare? Was it hairy? I wondered how much of my hand would cover her ass cheek.
I thou
ght about her sitting at her kitchen island with a glass of red wine. I imagined pouring that red wine on her breasts and licking and sucking it off her chocolate nipples. I could see her dark eyes on me, glaring. My cock jumped on my boxers and my hand went down to soothe him. Her scent hit my brain again and with one stoke my cock was a brick. My hand wrapped around the head of my cock and I had already leaked a good amount of cum. I rubbed my cum with the tips of my fingers and spread it down the sides of my shaft. It was more than enough to coat my cock. My hand held firm as a glided it up and down my shaft with a consistent fluid rhythm. I squeezed a little harder as I revved up my jerking. I could feel my abs convulse and contract. I swear I could smell her cunt and all the tasty honey it produced. The smell was so clear I could taste it right on the tip of my tongue. I tugged my meat so hard and fast my toes curled.
“FUCK! SHIT!” I was cursing at the ceiling. One last pound of my wrist and a squirted my cum in the air like a teenager with no self-control.
My curled shoulders collapsed down on my mattress and I couldn’t even open my eyes. The cum that ran down my hand I wiped on the bed sheet. I listened to the fast paced beating of my heart and the sound lulled me to sleep.
***
The next day at work I felt better. I felt like I was getting back to my old self. I dodged a few collect calls from Rebecca. I just couldn’t talk to her today. I was in a fairly good mood. So what if it was because I jacked my cock. I didn’t want Rebecca to ruin it. There was a lot of business today. All my trucks were out on the street. My receptionist was working more than she was online shopping. Today was a day that I couldn’t complain. I wasn’t really much of a complainer anyway.
I left work at lunch and went over to the gym. I did some weight training and some cardio before I went back to the office. I spent the rest of my work day paying bills and surfing the web.
Like clockwork I received a call from Kelly a short time after she came home from school. I looked forward to hearing from her. It had been four weeks from her initial phone call and this was our little thing. I was happy to hear from her and happy that she was consistent.
Talking to Kelly kept the memory of my daughter alive. This gifted little girl didn’t have any qualms about bringing Hailey up. She wasn’t afraid to talk to me. She didn’t treat me with kid gloves.
“How was school today?”
“It was cool.”
“What did you get on your violin solo?”
“I got an A.”
Of course she did. “That’s great.”
“Yeah I guess but it’s not like I’m going to make a living playing the violin.”
“You’re ten years old. You don’t know how you’re going to make a living.” I heard rapid patter. “What’s all that moving around I hear?”
“I’m just running down to the kitchen to get some lemonade.”
“Oh.”
“Can you come over?”
“I can’t be in your house without your mother’s permission.”
“Why do you always say that? You been here plenty of times. My grandmother knows you come over sometimes.”
“Yeah but your mother doesn’t know.” The phone went silent. It was not like Kelly to zone out. She was a chatterbox. She was a girl and she was ten. She was the reason I knew all the names of the members of One Direction, Harry, Zayn, Liam, Niall and Louis. How lame am I? “Kelly you still here?”
“I see a man outside my window.” She was whispering.
“Where?”
“The kitchen, I’m behind the island. He’s turning the back door handle.”
“What?”
“He’s trying to get in.” She muttered and I was on my feet with my truck keys in my hands.
“Can he see you?” I dashed pass Sara and I may have knocked papers off her desk. I didn’t turn around to see. I ran to my truck. Maybe it was a delivery guy I thought. Why was he checking the door knob?
“No, I’m peeking at him.”
“Can you sneak upstairs and hide?”
“I don’t know. I’m scared. He’s trying to get in through the window.”
“Okay kid. It’s okay. Just crawl to the stairs. Hide under the stairs. Crawl. Hurry! Don’t let him see you.” I recalled we put a few pieces of furniture in the walk-in crawl space under the stairs that lead upstairs.
“Okay.” She cried. I heard a crash. Shit! It sounds like glass. Someone was really breaking in. I had already pulled my truck out my company parking lot.
“Kelly, Kelly.”
“I’m here. He’s in the house. I’m hiding.”
“Okay don’t talk. Just say yes if I say something be very quiet.”
“Okay.” I added a call and dialed 911 and then I was back with Kelly.
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“Someone is breaking into the house where there is a kid home alone.”
“What is the location?”
“It’s 4232 Bloombury Court, Countryside.” I took a breath. “Kelly I dialed 911. Are you still here?”
“Yes, I can hear him walking around.”
“I have the kid on three-way. She’s hiding. Her name is Kelly Nevels. Kelly please keep quiet so he can’t hear you.”
“Okay.” Kelly whispered.
“Sir what is your name?”
“Lukas Hamilton, could they hurry. The guy is already in her house.”
“Sir, the police are on their way. Just stay on the line.” The operator insisted.
“Okay.” I said. “It’s okay Kelly. It’s okay. Help is on the way.” Now I was whispering into the phone. I didn’t want this burglar to hear me.
I spaced out while the 911 operator was asking me questions. I ran a red light and went ten to twenty miles over the speed limit trying to bob and weave through traffic to get to Kelly. I knew the guy came in through the back door. I pulled into the driveway and hopped up without even turning the ignition off.
I run around to the back off the house. I tripped over Kelly’s bike but I didn’t fall. I ran up the back porch steps. Shit! I approached the back door and I saw that one of the glass squares had been broken out of the back door’s window. I still had the cell phone up to my ear.
“Kelly are you still here?” The operator calmly inquired.
“Yes.”
“Sir, are you still here?” The 911 operator asked. I didn’t answer I was slowly inching my way inside the slightly ajar back door.
I ran in without thinking and went through the kitchen to the winding stairs in front of the foyer entryway. I knew where Kelly was hiding and getting to her was my primary concern. I went to the back of the staircase and realized I still had my phone.
“Kelly.” I whispered.
“Yes.”
“I’m here. I’m at the door. Open the door.”
I was standing there staring at the door under the stairs. My heart was beating fast as I waited and watched the door knob twist. I was holding my breath. As soon as I saw Kelly’s face I took a breath. Oh, her face was wet she is crying. I scooped her up in my arms and moved to the front door.
Kelly dropped her cell phone on the floor. It crashed to the ground but I didn’t care because I had her and she was safe.
“Sir, sir, are you still here.” The operator said.
Oh I had my cell. I forgot. I pulled it to my ear but keep Kelly in my arms. “Yeah, I got her. We’re leaving the house.”
“Get out the house. The police are on the way.”
As soon as I moved to go to the door I saw him running down the stairs. He probably saw my truck in the driveway from the upstairs window.
I locked eyes with the guy. He had brown eyes and a brown goatee over skin much paler then mine. His head was covered with a hood, a black hood. He was wearing a black pullover hoodie. I had no choose but to put Kelly down on her feet. He was coming right toward us.
He was in front of me in a millisecond. I was standing in between him and freedom I was blocking the door. He was my height m
aybe an inch or two shorter. He was smaller than me in stature but he had the upper hand. He had a knife. A hunting knife that was bigger than your average switchblade. I saw it in his right hand. He brandished the blade like it was a mighty sword. Something fierce and predatory turned on my fight button.
Kelly was a few feet away and my thoughts were only of keeping her safe. As soon as the hooded man jabbed forward with his blade I moved out of the way. His blade punctured the air. I tried to grab his wrist and twist the blade from his grasp. I missed his wrist and he careened into my chest knocking me over on my back. I kicked his leg and pulled him down to the hardwood with me. We wrestled on the floor as I tried to stop him from stabbing me. This guy was like a mad dog in his rambunctious attempts to slay me.
Our brawl seemed to go on forever. He was stabbing at the air and the blade would barely miss me. He swiped at me again and plunged the blade into my shoulder. Shit it hurt! He fucking cut me! Fuck!
As he pulled the blade from my shoulder I punched him in the face. He stumbled backwards and into the foyer. I climbed to my feet and turned to catch him as he ran out the front door. I chased him down the front steps through the grass to the sidewalk and a few houses down until I stopped myself.
My hand reached up to my shoulder and the blood was gushing. I applied pressure and started jogging back to the house. When I got to the house Kelly was standing in the doorway.
I walked inside the house with Kelly at my side. She grabbed my hand and she was hysterical. She is a little girl. She’s upset where I am thoroughly pissed off.
Two cop squad cars pulled up blocking my truck in the driveway. I left the door open for them but I went straight to the den and sat down on the couch. The police officers entered the house with their guns drawn.
It took minutes for everything to get sorted out but a few of them left after I gave them a description of the assailant. Kelly only left my sight briefly as an officer escorted her upstairs to get me a towel for my bleeding shoulder.