A Short Story : A Story?

“…and when she looked up, I was overcome with panic that she’d see me and call out my name…and my secret would be out” (3).

him. It was the man. I tried to run the other way screaming for my life. But he was to quick he grabbed my hair. He just calmly said “you should have gone to prom with me Kristen wales.”

"Young lady". His voice was deep and scratchy. "Sorry sir, I thought you could use a hug". I said then left. "Now wait". I started speed walking away from him. He was probably there to buy a t.v. Whoops, now he couldn't because he had no money.

I wanted to thank him for being there, but my heart was damaged, with no space for gratitude. My lips were slightly cracked, my fingers were worn down from the constantly holding onto his apparel. Abruptly I lifted my face to his, speaking to him the only way I knew how. My lips intermingled with his, he didn't move, even I was unwelcome there. Impossible stillness. For a moment there was a suspended second of nothingness before colliding again. I didn't care if he didn't want me the I wanted him, I needed to feel the sensations I had felt with him before. I only cared about myself, how everything would affect me, but I let myself fall back on his lips. He was uncertain as I guided his fingers to the lining of my face. His stubble scratched at my skin gently, unraveling my itch for him. His faithless lips responded to mine. He staggers foward, pulling me closer, placing me on his lap. My mouth opened in slight shock, but it is greeted with his lips again. I safely lean my back against the steering wheel, cautious not to sound the alarm. He kissed me until the space between his lips drew out the blue in my blood. With a slight tug, I easily came tumbling down onto him, warm sugar huddled at his fingertips. My precious bag had fell to the floor, but I didn't care enough to notice. His body was pressed against me, firmer than I had imagined, which frightened and excited me. One of his hands stroked my upper thigh, my body

I'll be out shortly,” I said, although there was nothing to talk about. I needed to clean Brian off my skin and get dressed. Walking around in a towel was not a good idea. At quick glance, my cheeks had a rosy glow that hadn't been there before, and my blue eyes sparkled like a woman in love. Mirrors were deceiving. I hadn't seen that stupid doe-eyed look in a long time and it pissed me off to see it now. Damn Brian Rigshaw, and his irresistible magnetism. Brian had a commanding presence, and he captivated me from the moment I first laid eyes on him. He was attractive sure, but there was something about him that made you stop and take notice, something that made me love him. I didn't want to feel this way. I'd made a series of bad decisions tonight. There were no take backs, and I couldn't hide forever, I would have to deal with all of

He made an undignified noise, scrabbling at the man’s hand. “Let go of me,” he half-gasped in dread. “Get your filthy hands off me, don’t touch me, you’re disgusting—”

“Maybe not right away,” the man replied with a dazzling smile that made Charlie’s knees go weak.

I glanced to my left and caught my reflection in the mirror. He was smiling. I was smiling. I felt a tingle go down my back and closed my eyes. The guy pulled out of me and came in my hair.

“You look like a puppy stuck in a fence.” Master chuckled, bringing me closer to him, pressing his muscular chest against my tiny body. “Don’t back away from me. It makes it look like you’re afraid of me. You’re not afraid of Master, are you, my puppy?”

" Of course," I replied, with a bit to much excitement in my voice. I reached around my neck for my key chain and unlocked the changing room door and opened it motioning for Dan to walk in. He said "thank you," looking up from the ground and half smiled at me, making my heart melt and my soul shatter into a million pieces. Then we both reached for the door handle and our hands touch for the smallest fraction of a second , we made eye contact and the world froze. I didn't think about Phil or Carissa standing only a few feet away string at us, or about my report that i had to write for my English class. All i thought about was the brief feeling of his warm soft hand against mine and his beautiful, smoldering brown eyes staring back into mine. "Sorry" we both mumbled pulling away as the world came back into motion. I stood there in a daze at what had just happened. It's like that moment in Cinderella 3 when Cinderella and the

"Gorgeous the only bed you'll ever occupy is mine. You'll be my prostitute and I'll pay you in mind blowing sex. You'll be be my whore and I'll be your pimp and we'll live happily ever after." I tried to back away from the monster in front of me but the chains that held me down prevented any movement.

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

I think you’re going to kill me.” He stepped closer to me. “You have no idea what you’re doing? You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve laid my eyes on and you’re tempting me. I’m not going to kill you. Even if it was my number one mission to kill you I wouldn’t, I couldn’t.” I kept staring at him. “How am I tempting you? And what am I tempting you to do what?” I knew the answer to that but didn’t want to admit it. “Look Bailey, you’re 18, I’m 19 there is only a year difference between the two of us. Why do I get this feeling that you think I’m a lot older than you?” He keeps stepping closer and closer with every word he says. He finally stops when he wasn’t even an inch away from my face. “I do feel like you're older than me. But you’re trained

"Are you sure? I don 't think it 's a good idea to leave you alone" I should be angry that he treats me like a child, but I knew he meant well, and to be honest, I did seem to act like a child all the time. "I 'm s-sure. I-I 'll c-call y-you later" I said softly. He nodded and kissed my cheek softly. I longed for the feeling of his lips on

"I felt like I was sexy, I felt like I had a form of respect, I felt like he listened to me. Now I know he listened to me because he obviously wanted to have sex with me. I felt good that men fancied me."