by YD La Mar
I see the way Daddy’s been looking at me at home, even when Mama is in the same room. How can she be so blind? Sometimes there is a weird simmering tension when we’re all together in a room that I can’t put my finger on. It makes me angry because I don’t know whether it means Daddy will ‘punish me’ or not. Whatever is going on between those two, they better figure it out. I’m tired of being the ‘solution’ to their marital problems. Mama hasn’t said a thing or acted any differently towards me, so I don’t know if she knows.
As for Bear, he and I have a strange relationship. After our first time together, he hasn’t been around as much. My nights are dreamless. Is he avoiding me? When I did dream, I found myself in this bizarre place. There were flowers and a river. It was hot like it always is, but I couldn’t find Bear anywhere. It sounded like something was whispering in the wind, but I couldn’t make it out. I woke up pissed because that asshole better not have shunted me to another dream realm when he knows damn well I want to see him again.
I go down to the kitchen to eat some breakfast before school, as I usually do. I’m already in a shitty mood thinking about Bear avoiding me, crunching on my cereal, lost in thought. At least the milk is cold, so it simmers the inferno I feel inside me. Where the fuck are you, Bear? I don’t even realize I’m eating standing up until I feel a hand grab my ass. I turn around so quickly I almost spill the food out of my bowl. Daddy is giving me that grin again, the one that says he has something in store for me tonight. My shitty mood has now skyrocketed. I’m shoveling the rest of the cereal in my mouth as fast as I can so I can get away from Daddy. I don’t need this today. After putting my bowl in the sink, I turn and almost run into Mama on my way out of the kitchen. I mumble an apology as I continue to run up the stairs to get ready for school.
When I come back down the stairs, I don’t see anyone, so I rush out the door before it changes. Once I’m outside, I take a deep breath of fresh air of relief. Walking a mile isn’t so bad. I’ve done it plenty of times before. Mama finally stopped complaining about me walking to school alone after I turned seventeen. She compromised with me and asked me to carry a phone anytime I left the house. I agreed to her terms. Whatever gets me out of the house faster and away from Daddy.
I’m taking a shortcut through an alleyway when I hear footsteps behind me. My body tenses up and I run, my fight-or-flight kicking in. No one ever takes this shortcut but me, especially this time in the morning. The person behind me starts running too, and now my heart rate is going up for a different reason. I’m just about to jump and climb the chain-link fence that separates the alley in half when a body slams into me, making me bounce on the fence, trapping me before I can get my foot up in one of the links. It is a male behind me, judging from his size.
“Hey, Reese.” Fucking Cameron is breathing behind my head. I thought that shithead forgot about me as new freshmen started coming in. New freshmen, new targets. Why now? I’m not flat-chested anymore. What more can he torture me about?
His hot hands are roaming my body without my permission, and I’m getting fucking pissed. I kick back and land a hit on the thigh, but he just chuckles and rubs the front of his jeans against my ass even more.
“Get the fuck off me, Cameron. I told you no already. I haven’t changed my mind since. Get it through your thick head.”
He laughs, fucking laughs. “You think you’re too good for me, Reese? I’ve seen how you started filling out and it’s all the boys talk about. It makes me fucking mad because I saw you first. You’re just a stubborn bitch who can’t see who she belongs to.” What the fuck is wrong with this guy?
He grips the back of my head and hair with one of his hands, shooting pain into my scalp, and presses my face against the fence. Fuck, I hope someone walks by, but I’m not going to hold my breath. The area around this alley is usually deserted, which is why I chose it because it's a straight shot to walk through instead of walking around all the buildings to get to school. Stupid decision, Reese. Just plain stupid.
Cameron rips my pants and panties with one swoop down to my thighs, essentially locking both of my legs together closely. I can feel the air between my legs and I’m crying. All the nights with Daddy have taught me to never make a sound, and now I’m a fucking victim once again.
“No! Get off me, Cameron! Let me go!” Cameron slaps the exposed side of my face so hard I see stars. But it doesn’t stop me from hearing the jingle of his belt.
He shoves his cock into me so hard I’m screaming. I’m not wet enough and he doesn’t seem to care. It feels like his cock is pulling the skin of my pussy inwards with him with each thrust he pounds into me, giving me a low-key rash down there. He’s groaning into the back of my head and I’m crying. If I stay quiet, maybe he’ll be finished quickly.
After about five more minutes of ramming his cock into me, Cameron takes his cock out and cums onto the ground next to my shoes. His hand is still gripping onto my hair and after he lets out his last groan, he finally lets go. I hear him zip and buckle his jeans back up, but I’m still in the same position, crying silently against the chain-link fence.
His footsteps get farther and farther, and when my sobs die down, I finally gather the strength to pull my pants up. Wiping my face with the back of my hand, I jump and climb the chain-link fence. Once my feet hit the ground on the other side, I run and run until my legs hurt. Anything to get the feeling of being tossed away out of me. I’m just a fucking rag doll for these guys. First Daddy, and now Cameron.
Fuckers!
I make it to school with my head down. I don’t feel like seeing the faces of everyone who hates me. Fuck them. Fuck them all.
I’m still walking along the grassy area in front of the school building when I notice something is off. The whispering starts low. At first, I think it’s about me, but my name is never mentioned. The only name I hear repeatedly is Cameron’s. What’s going on? I decide to lift my head up and look around me to see if I can figure out what’s happening around me. Everyone looks to be in a state of shock. Girls have their hands over their mouths, boys are whispering ‘fuck’.
No one ever talks to me, of course. This is nothing new. I walk slower around the clusters of different groups to see if I can eavesdrop on someone’s conversation. My ears perk up when I hear someone say, “Did you hear what happened?”
I stop behind a random group of bodies clustered together, but my ears are concentrating on the conversation I heard.
“It just happened this morning on the way to school. His body was found on the ground in a pool of his own blood. It was a hit and run. Shit, it wasn’t even the usual route he takes to school either, that’s what I heard his mother say to the officers on scene. Fuck, what a freak accident Cameron found himself in.”
My heart stops for a moment. The fuck? I should be sad, right? I should. But I can’t help but feel like karma got his ass, and he deserved it. Does that make me a bad person? I mean, that is a horrible way to die, but he shouldn’t have been there. Fucker. My mind is left a little shaken as I go over the news again in my mind.
Shit.
The rest of the day goes by in gloomy melancholy. It feels like the entire school has a grey cloud over it. You can just feel it in the air.
It rains a little on my walk home, but I don’t mind it. It seemed the perfect ending to the day I’ve had. When I make it in the front door of the house, it’s oddly quiet. Daddy is probably still at work. Good. Walking over to the fridge, I see that Mama has gone to the grocery store again. The sticky note is already slightly peeling off the fridge door, which means she must have been gone a while.
I strip naked the moment I reach my room and hop in the shower. I need to wash away everything that’s happened to me today. Wash away the feeling of Cameron in me, wash away the feeling of finding out how his life ended shortly after he raped me.
The hot water sliding down my body eases the tension I’ve been holding in my shoulders. Once I’m done, I dry myself up and hop into a tank top and p
anties before I bury myself between my sheets. I’m so fucking tired. Tired of this shit that keeps happening. Am I just bad luck or something? Why me? Out of all the girls my age in this town, why me?
When my mind drifts off to sleep, I feel the rest of the tension I was holding in my body fully let go.
BEHERAA
She seeks me again. I do not understand it.
I heard her cries today. It was beyond me why I followed her that morning. She likes to take quiet streets on her way to school. A new change in her routine. I was about to leave her be when that boy from her school found her.
I care not for human matters. I watched on to see what he planned to do. When he cornered Reese, I felt something. I couldn’t decipher it. There was a tug I haven’t felt before. It felt vastly different from the tug of souls. Lighter.
When the boy ripped down her pants, the tug felt tighter, pulling at me more and more. I was angry at not understanding why I felt that way. Where is this tug leading me? It doesn’t pull me anywhere and I couldn't make myself leave. It was then I heard her cries. My chest burned unpleasantly. The call of souls has never burned me this way. It’s become second nature to me, like a soft caress. This burn makes me grit my teeth and grind down.
This call, it did something to me. I watched on. The boy spilled his seed onto the ground and the burn in my chest grew into a raging storm. What is this then? What possesses these creatures to perform as such? The flames in my eyes increased in intensity as I watched the boy leave the scene before me. Reese looked to be fine since she climbed the fence and continued on her way.
My curiosity got the better of me as I followed the boy’s exit. He was inside of Reese and the thought makes me want to take his soul. But it isn’t his time. I do not know what possesses me, but I pull the nearest soul to me instead of pulling his, which is a middle-aged man driving in the direction the boy is walking. When his ground vehicle swerves and slams into the boy, the feeling in my chest loosens its hold. I stop the tug and let the driver pull his soul back into his body.
The boy lays there, unmoving on the ground. Watching his blood pool beneath him, I feel myself smile.
Reese seeks me in her dreams. Our last encounter left me feeling strange. I have witnessed humans perform these deeds, but it is much different when one is involved. The feelings she pulls out of me make me suspicious.
What is her plan? Does she seek to overpower me? Does she seek to take the kingdom from beneath me? Are these what these human creatures call feminine wiles? A tactic to blind those who find themselves in these situations?
I need to find the truth once and for all. I do not have the patience to play human games. I do not know what it is about this human girl, why I find myself in her presence frequently without the desire to pull her soul. I should just reap her essence and end her miserable life.
But I can’t.
I initially thought it was my curiosity at what fate had in store for her. How do these creatures survive for so long when tragedy and disappointment become their constant companion?
Reese is one that continues to have a soul that refuses to dim despite what the world has thrown her way. Is this what keeps me near her? We are both betrothed to chaos and destruction, to disappointment and death. Bah, what am I saying? She is but a mere human female, after all.
Yet, she is in my chambers again. The sight of her on my sheets reminds me of our last encounter and my cock heats up. What is it about this girl that makes me react so? I do not like it.
“Reese.” She sits up and turns to look at me. Watching her facial expression soften into something, my mind tells me the world is better off without that human boy from earlier.
“It’s about fucking time. Why are you avoiding me?” What is this fire in her? I have not seen this before. Why does my chest feel this way? Does she challenge me?
“Why do you continue to seek me? What is your plan, human? Do you expect me to fall prey to your human wiles? I am one who pulls souls from creatures such as you.”
The fire behind her eyes grows brighter and my cock grows firmer. What is this then? Is this her power?
I growl as I take a step towards her. She will not make me a fool, using her beauty on me.
“I am no fool, Reese. You will not succeed in whatever plan you have.”
“What the actual fuck, Bear? You avoid me for fucking weeks and the moment you see me; you say this kind of shit to me? Fuck. You.” She bares her flat teeth at me as if in a challenge.
The fire inside her lights a fire inside of me. Why do I enjoy it and why do I hate it?
“It seems, dear Reese, it was you who fucked me the last time we found ourselves in my chambers.” Ah, her fire is even brighter now. How fascinating.
A pillow hits me in the chest. What is this? Does she dare? The fire in her eyes says that she more than dares. She challenges me! I do not like feeling this way.
I grab her arms before she can find other things to throw at me. It is a good thing my demons are not around to watch my humiliation.
She is kicking me like a she-demon and it makes me feel something else. I have seen her body change over the years, but this is the first time I find myself curious about her changes. Her body is so small against mine; it makes me feel like dominating her into submission. For what purpose? Who is this human to me?
“Fuck you, Bear! You’re an asshole!” Being this close to her, I can feel her soul positively glowing through her flesh. The fire in her, a slow growing inferno that is captivating to behold.
“What do you seek, Reese? What nefarious plans do you have swimming in that head of yours?”
She bares her teeth at me again before she leans in to bite my neck. My cock jumps in surprise and I find myself grinding against her soft body to relieve the pressure building up down there.
“Fucking get off me, you asshole. You think I’m here for some fucking nefarious reason?” She’s squirming and kicking with all her might. It does something to me, I cannot name it.
“Cease!”
“Over my dead body.” Why does that statement make me mad? The burn inside my chest is overwhelming and the need to kill rises. The centuries spent in the human plane, pulling at souls, have made me numb. This little she-demon under me makes me feel conflicting emotions I’ve never had before, and I do not like it one bit. She needs to be subdued before she does any more damage to my sanity.
I bite down on her shoulder as she has done to me. She takes in a breath before her warm legs wrap around me, pulling me closer against her. What is happening? Why does she behave so? This confusing creature. My thoughts scatter when the heat between her legs grinds against my aching cock.
I do not know what drives me as I rip off her coverings. They are in my way.
“Bear, I’m so horny. I’ve missed you.” Her breaths gently sliding against my skin burn a trail everywhere it touches, branding itself in the depths of my mind.
The moment she is naked under me, my cock slides into her wet heat and my mind gets into a haze. I hunger, I want. I need to own her the way she claims to have owned me. How dare she? To dare speak such a way to one such as I.
The violent blaze inside of me only grows the harder I pound into her waiting wet flesh. What does she do to me? How does she make me lose control? Why can I not remove myself from her completely? Is this her power, then? Does she bind me to her when we copulate?
When her little hands scratch down my back, my eyes come alight with hellfire. The glow of her soul is enticing and I want to pull it from her. To have it in my keeping for all eternity. But then I would not be able to feel her and connect our bodies as I do now. Decisions, decisions.
Tension shoots down my spine as I growl into my last thrust before I spill my essence inside her. What has she done to me? How did I lose control of the situation again? I’m angry. She uses her wiles to confuse me!
Removing myself from her, I turn to walk out of my bed chambers. I need to get away from this creature. I care not wh
at she chooses to do. She can get herself lost in my realm for all I care, but she will not find me. This human will not have the upper hand again.
“What the fuck?! Don’t you walk away from me Bear!” I do not heed the threat in her voice as I continue down the hallways towards the unrestful souls I have reaped this eve.
REESE
The asshole just left me. He fucked me and left me. My eyes are hot as they well up with tears because I hate feeling this way. I hate feeling like a damn rag doll to be used and tossed. It’s all that ever seems to happen to me. Why? What is it about me?
I pathetically cry myself to exhaustion on his stupid black sheets. He didn’t even come back to check up on me. They’re all the same. Fucking Bear. He was supposed to be different.
I wake up to find myself in my room. Good riddance. If I see Bear again, I’m going to fucking kill him. Grim reaper or not, he has no right to just walk away from what we have together. All the years we’ve been together. Fuck him!