by S. I. Hayes
“Huh?” Her eyes go wide, “What? I don’t get it.”
“If I learned anything from this weekend, it’s that I am going to be having to adjust to a lot when I leave. What I don’t want to adjust to is time away from you.” I push one of her unruly curls behind her ear.
“That’s not gonna happen. What’s out there for her?” Tracie asks, getting it now.
“What’s here?” I say in rebuttal. “She’s got management experience, like you, there’s a community tech school literally down the road from UPenn, there’s opportunity. There’s a way out of here.”
“Wait, are you asking me to leave with you?”
“Now, you’ve got it.” I smile, patting her on the head; she tries to bite my hand. “Come to UPenn, be with me.”
She looks at her mom and Grandpa. Grandpa is nodding yes, Tracie looks terrified. “Mom?”
“Baby, you’re an adult, and as much as I wanna keep you here, here, you drown.”
“Seabee, it’s time to sail away.”
“But what about you and mom?”
“Oh, I think we’ll manage. I’m going to get that prosthetic, and it’ll all be good. You just watch.” Grandpa Compton insists.
“What do I do?” She says, unsure.
“You apply to the Community College of Philadelphia, and we start looking for a place asap.”
“Are we really gonna do this?”
“Yeah. We are.” I smile, and she wraps her arms around me.
Kissing me, she whispers. “I love you.”
Chapter 20
Kaycee
I’m so in love! What’s better than that? We’re going to start a new life together, in Pennsylvania. Away from all the closed-minded and small people of Cradle Bay. Sure it’ll be an adjustment, and we’ve promised no more parties, but new can be good.
It’s been a couple of weeks since all of that crazy, and I’m going to find and shoot that groundhog. He lied. Said an early spring, ha! Sub-arctic temperatures and snow! In MARCH! I’ve been freezing Cal out the last few days as it’s that time, and I’m just not ready to explore that kind of intimacy. I’m sure he’s not the squeamish type, but after my experience with Heath, I’m inclined to say nay. It’s light this month, but I’m stressing, so it’s expected. Cal brought up Prom again. He still wants to go. It’s gonna be an adjustment, as he no longer has unlimited funds, but he says he doesn’t care. He won’t miss out on the milestones, especially now that it’s me and him till the wheels fall off.
Things have started to quiet down at school, finally. They stopped posting the video. Mostly because there was an incident with an Assistant Teacher and one of the girls on the swim team. Scandalous, I know! I mean, I shouldn’t be reveling in someone else’s misery, but I’m just glad the spotlight is off us finally.
Cal still hasn’t talked to his family. They haven’t even tried to reach out. Not a call, or email, text. Nothing. They did, however, cut off his cellphone. Fortunately, he got the job at Verison, so service discount! Jokes on them. Cal is doing so good. Enjoying his freedom, though he’s way too easy to order around. I guess years being under the thumb of an abusive mom can do that. We, mom, and me are trying to be mindful of his little ticks. The need to keep the peace, always put things away. Keep things in an orderly way. Grandpa loves it. He’s alphabetized our bookshelves, our DVDs and Blue-rays, CDs. It has been an adjustment and way insightful. I know what I’m in for living with him, at least.
Spotless home and orgasms before bed every night. I call it a good deal. I’m outside waiting on Cal. We’re headed out to the Macy’s. He wants to look into a new suit and a dress for me. He’s been hanging on to the birthday money from Uncle Douglas and has decided it’s our Prom stash.
He comes out and looks a little scruffy. I hadn’t noticed, but he’s not shaved in a few days. I stop him. Grabbing the strawberry blonde whiskers, he’s got started. “Why, if you’re blonde, are your whiskers red?”
“I don’t know.” He smiles down at me.
“You trying a new look or run out of blades?”
“New look, thinking about a goatee.”
“Could be sexy, just don’t go Duck Dynasty on me.” I kiss him as he unlocks the Santa Fe. Since he got this, I’ve let mom have the van back. Why drive two cars, especially when his has heated seats? You know what I’m saying?
“How did we do that?” Cal asks me astonished as we leave Macy’s with everything we need and still have enough for lunch with plenty of change.
“It’s called a sale; you’re not Mister Moneybags anymore, so we had to be creative. I just know how to squeeze a penny till it farts is all.”
I got a sweet as sin royal blue gown. It’s got this crocheted halter top and sides that show just enough skin, and a split front to let me actually walk. Paired up with strappy glittery silver heels and a pair of teardrop earrings, and I’m complete. We found him a slim fit Perry Ellis tux that made me just want to strip him, right there in the dressing room. I, of course, being so little, easily climbed under the door and got my mouthful, for which he has promised to reciprocate as soon as I let him back into the panty zone.
Having been my friend for years, he knows how to take care of me during this week. Heating pads, chocolate ice cream, and all the greasy food I can get. It’s off to the food court for some Panda Express and Sbarro Pizza.
“I’m gonna hit the bathroom; you get us a spot to sit?” I say, kissing him on the cheek.
“I got it.” He grins at me as his phone rings.
I just keep going, got things to take care of in the girly bit department.
Chapter 21
Calvin
Prom will be a success. Thank God for one decent person in my family. I called in a couple favors with my Uncle Douglas, and everything is set. See, he owns a limo service, among other things, in New York, so he’s hooking us up with a white stretch, stocked with snacks and one bottle of good champagne. So long as we promise to not drink it until after prom. He’s sending down his stylist to take care of Kaycee and me for the big day, and he gave me an advance on a little something extra. What? I got her something from James Allen. An exquisite half-carat emerald cut diamond with side set sapphire stones to match her eyes. I’ve decided that if we’re gonna do this, we may as well do it all the way. I’ll be talking to Grandpa Compton this week while she’s at work. I feel it only fitting to ask him and Tracie both before I just go off and do it. I want them on board. We’re going to need somebody at the wedding after all.
“Hey? Where are you?” Kayce asks me as I’ve gone into my head, thinking about how I’m going to pop the question. Do I put it in her champagne? In a slice of her favorite cheesecake? You know like they do in the movies? Probably not, my luck she’d swallow it, and we’d spend Prom night in the ER while they pumped her stomach. Best to just do the old fashioned knee drop. I’m having blue roses delivered to her all week, One per class by a freshman from the Science club. They took white roses and naturally dyed them just for us.
“I’m here. I was just imagining you in that dress.”
“You should see what I’m planning to wear under it.” She teases me, her hand on my thigh.
“Show me later?”
“Nuh-uh. You have to wait till Prom night.” Deflecting my kiss, she pops a fried shrimp into her mouth. “Hmm, so good.”
“You are a terrible tease.”
“Oh? Am I.” She unzips my pants, and I drop a napkin in my lap. She grasps me, stroking me till I’m good and hard.
I look around, people are going about their business, and here I am getting a handjob. Christ, she’s good at this. “You need to finish eating.”
“Why? You got somewhere to be?”
“No, but you do, and I plan to pound you for at least twenty minutes before you have to go to work.”
She looks at me with narrowing eyes. “It may still be a little funky down there.”
“We’ll stop for a towel set.” I insist with a groan as she stops.<
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“Okay.” She sips her Coke, with a happy little dance in her seat.
I parked in the underground garage, we get to the truck, and she’s climbed straight into the back. I find a spot where there aren’t many cars and repark.
She’s stripped from the waist down and put the towels we bought under her. I join her in the back and undo my pants. “You are cool with this, right?”
She nods. “I knew we were gonna break this thing in eventually.”
“Oh, you did? Did you?” I laugh, pulling her down toward my cock. I go to enter her, but she’s kind of dry. I contemplate spitting on my junk, then decide that is not what you do with a woman you want to marry. I top her, kissing her. I’ll get those juices flowing the right way. I get my cock, so it's rubbing her clit as I move up and down on her. She moans. There we go. Lifting her shirt, I lick and suck her pert little nipples. I love how dark pink they seem to be lately. Like she’s blushing, my cock slips down and in between her folds. I hit her juicy center. In and over the ridge, I start at her. Slow at first as she’s still not quite there. I pull out, then dip back in, having her ass overhead, I keep doing this till she’s so wet I can hear every inch of me as it sinks into her. Grabbing her ass, I start to pound her. Harder, she’s pushing against my thrusts with her hands on the window.
“Oh! Cal.” She pants, “That’s it. Fuck me, Harder.” She’s been getting more vocal. More open about what she likes, how she wants me to fuck her. She likes any position where we can keep eye contact; it makes her come like a cat for the nip. I take her hands, holding them up above her head as I work her.
“I’m gonna come.” I warn, like a good little pixie, she hops back and sucks my cock into her mouth to finish me off. This has been our go-to since UPenn. No more condoms. I know it’s risky, but would a baby be so bad?
Chapter 22
Kaycee
Work sucks tonight. All that sex this afternoon, brought my period back, and Rosie, one of my employees only had pads. So I have been walking around in a practical diaper all night. In these pants, it’s hard to hide too. It’s been busy. So much so that I had to come out and assist. I rarely have to do orders anymore, but when I do, I show them how it’s done, that’s for sure. Since Heath and I stopped seeing each other, he and his cronies don’t come round like they used to. At least they weren’t. But with March comes the return of baseball season. I’m not the type to bitch, but I hate that he knows me so well.
“Hey, McLane, you still trying to move on up?” Heath comes in, and I grit my teeth.
“This is my workplace; don’t make me throw you out. Order something, or please leave.” I say as kind and as stern as I can.
“I want a double bacon egg and cheese on a croissant, hash browns, and a mocha coffee coolatta.”
“Anything else?”
“How about another shot?”
“Yeah? I don’t think so.”
“C’mon, don’t you miss me at all?”
I look up at the ceiling. “Umm, let me think. No. Not at all.”
“Bull shit.”
“Look, Heath, we had a good time, but let’s call it for what it was. Just that. You got to explore your more experimental side, and I got to come on occasion without having to do it myself. I didn’t love you. You sure as fuck didn’t love me. So let’s just call a spade a spade. No hard feelings. Okay?”
“Yeah… Okay.”
I give him his order, and he takes it out. Thank God! I don’t think I could have dealt with him sticking around.
****
It’s just after eleven-forty, and it’s dead. I look around outside. No cars. “Hey, Rosie? Why don’t you take off? I’ll close up.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, Tom will be here in like twenty minutes to start tomorrow's batches, so I should be fine.”
“Okay, I’ll just use my keys.”
“Sounds good. Have a good night.” I say, taking pots into the back to wash.
I’m about to turn on the water when I hear her voice.
“You got a visitor!”
“What kind?”
“The tall and sexy kind!”
I smile, Cal is early. “Send him back!”
I start doing the dishes when I catch his shadow. Hands slip up my uniform top, cupping my breasts as lips connect with my neck.
“We can’t, Cal. I need to finish this.” I roll my head to the side. He leans into me, and I realize that the cock pressing into me, is way lower than it should be. I spin around and see it’s Heath. “What the fuck?” I hiss. He’s got one of the bagel knives.
“You and me, we gonna play a game.”
“Fuck all we are.” I swallow as he grabs me. The knife against my side.
“You’re gonna suck my cock, or I’m gonna cut that pretty little face of yours.” He’s got my hair, pushing me to the wet floor.
I try to resist, but he nicks my cheek, “Oh! Okay.” I sputter tears in my eyes. He whips out his dick and slaps me in the face with it.
“You know how I like it, and if you even think of biting me- I will do more than just a paper cut.”
I do as he demands, making sure to do it like he likes, so he starts to get into it. He’s got me by the head, the knife sorta to the side. I’m looking for a way to get away. I see a coffee pot that I had set aside, it’s empty, but it’ll have to do. I look up; he’s closed his eyes. Here’s my chance. I grab the pot and smash it against him. He howls as I scramble, slipping along the floor. I run to the front of the shop. He catches up to me by hopping the counter. Grabbing me, he wrestles me to the floor. I scream. Slashing his face with my keys.
“Bitch!” He growls. His bloodied face dripping on to me. “Now, you’re really gonna scream, and ain’t nobody round to hear it.” He rips my pants down. I kick and scream again. It’s no use he’s got me pinned. “Ugh, you’re raggin’, again? Christ, do you ever not bleed?” He flips me over, smacking my ass. “Guess we’ll improvise.”
I cry out as he spreads me open and spits into me. “I always wanted a piece of ass from you.” He grunts, impaling me. My face is covered in tears as I try to go somewhere else in my head. Anywhere but here. Please, God, somebody, stop him…
***
Opening my eyes, I’m disorientated. I’m moving. I’m strapped down as someone flashes a bright light in my eyes.
“Kaycee, can you hear me?” A woman asks. I freak- screaming, trying to get up.
“Calm down, sweetie. I’m a nurse at the Cradle Bay emergency room. You were attacked, but you are safe now.”
“Let me up!” I scream. “Please!” I whimper, falling apart.
“We’re gonna transfer you to another bed; then we need to do a rape kit. Okay?”
“No, don’t fucking touch me!”
“Kayce!” I hear Cal calling my name.
My cries become sobs. “Please don’t let him back here. I- he can’t know.”
“He’s the one that brought you in.”
“No! No, no, no…”
Chapter 23
Calvin
“So, you heard the screaming, and then what?” The officer asks me for the fifth time to tell my side of the story. See, I couldn’t stop what happened. I was too late for that.
“I told you I saw him on her, and when I couldn’t get the door opened, I did the- the only thing I could think of.”
“And that’s when you drove through the front window, hitting the victim?”
“Victim my ass. That piece of shit had just raped my girlfriend. Go look at her; she’s cut up and bleeding from every hole he could violate!” I growl.
“Take it easy, son.” The officer insists. “I am just trying to get a clear picture of what happened.”
“I arrived to pick Kaycee up from closing, Saw her, and him, heard her screaming. Busted into the place, knocking and pinning Heath Cramer to the counter. I didn’t kill him, so let me be. Go arrest him for assault.”
“You need to stick around. We may have more ques
tions.”
“Whatever. I’m going to see my girl.” I push by the rolly polly officer and head back to the room where they moved Kaycee after finally doing their checkups.
Walking in, she’s sitting up, her hands in her lap just staring at the blankets covering her. “Hey?” I whisper.
She bites her lip. “I’m sorry.” She sniffles. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what, this wasn’t your fault.”
“I’m pregnant.” She blurts out softly.
“Wait- what?” I’m standing at the side of the bed. I couldn’t have heard her right.
“About five and a half weeks, they think.”
“But- you have your period.”
“They say that sometimes happens, especially in younger girls. I’m sorry. I’ll get rid of it if that’s what you want.” She cries, holding her stomach.
“I’d never ask that of you.” I pull her into me, and she flinches. “We’ll figure it out.”
“Baby?” I hear Tracie coming.
“Please, we can’t tell her. Not yet. Okay?”
I nod, not letting her go.
The curtain pulls, and there is Tracie and Grandpa Compton.
“Heard you put that shit bag in the hospital. Good for you.” Grandpa Compton gruffs. Wheeling to us, he touches her foot. “You’re gonna be okay.”
Kaycee nods. Holding on to me. “Nothing that won’t heal.” She says softly. “Nothing that won’t heal.”
***
They keep Kaycee overnight for observation. I refuse to leave her side. She sleeps, a lot and wakes with a start a few times. I have to stroke her hair until she falls asleep again.
I hear from one of the other nurses that Heath was also here. Handcuffed to his bed, in a guarded room. It’s a good fucking thing because if I could get to him- I’d fucking kill him. I shattered his leg from the knee down. Glad to hear it. Dunkin’ has closed its doors seeing as it’s got a gaping hole through the front of the shop. What else was I supposed to do? Let him cut her throat?
She’s got stitches in her cheek, but other than that, her injuries are less visible. How she’s going to cope with the rape remains to be seen.