by Sage, Aubrey
A sudden crash of glass exploded through the room, and we all turned to see a large fiery rock hurdling through the window. It landed on the living room floor and immediately cause the carpet to burn.
“What the fuck is that?” Dad yelled and stood from the table. He immediately ran for the rock and started dousing it with his glass of iced tea. “Martha, get some water!”
“That’s like the rock that busted through my window!” Mitch yelled, and he darted for the front door. When he arrived to the door he whipped it open, and to our surprise a large man with a ski mask was standing there with a gun aimed directly for Mitch’s chest. He didn’t hesitate before he pulled the trigger.
The shot rang out and Mitch grabbed his lower torso and stumbled backwards onto the ground.
“Mitch!” I yelled.
“Shutup bitch!” the masked man yelled as he stepped over Mitch’s body and closed the front door.
Dad put his hands up. “We don’t want any trouble.”
“Shutup!” the man snarled again.
“What do you want from us?” Dad continued to ramble, ignoring the masked man’s orders. “Take anything. Do you want money? We can give you money. Just don’t hurt my family.”
The man aimed his gun for me, and I could feel pressure building in my bladder. I slunk my neck into my shoulders, bracing myself for death. Mom had moved beside me and was holding onto my shoulder.
“What I want is revenge,” he hissed.
“Revenge?” Dad asked. “Who are you? We don’t have any enemies.”
The man reached his free hand around and whipped off his mask.
“Grant Wilson?” I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“That’s right,” he said, his face a mix of hysteria and madness. “Your brother took everything from me. He took my spot on the Strongbacks, and then he took my scholarship to UCLA. And you,” he wailed and jabbed his gun to me. “You made it worse. You made him embarrass me in front of the whole school. And when that bitch Sam left me, you wouldn’t even give me a simple date to make up for everything you did!”
“So you’re the one who vandalized Mitch’s house?” I questioned, still hunkering down at the sight of his gun.
“Me and my boys!” He spat. “How long I waited for the right time to pay him back, to destroy everything he took from me. You have no idea how hard it was to get inside and cut into his security system. But we did it. Finally, we did it. And now I’m going take the last few things that thief has got left… starting with you!” He took a step forward and pulled back the hammer on his pistol.
Out of nowhere, Mitch speared head-first into the side of the attacker, tackling him and making his gun go off. The kitchen window was shattered by the shot. I stood up straight to get a better look at what was happening, and I saw the man pull the gun back quickly once more, shooting Mitch in his upper body.
Mitch ignored his wounds, and grabbed the hand that was holding the pistol, pinning it against the ground, while he started punching the man squarely in the face. “No one messes with my family!” He screamed.
Grant struggled to squirm away, but by the fourth punch squarely in the face, his nose was bleeding and his eyes were closed. All of his limbs had gone limp. Mom ran towards the telephone and called 911, while Dad ran to Mitch, attempting to pull him off of Grant.
Mitch continued to batter the man’s face.
“Mitch!” Dad yelled. “Don’t kill him! He’s out! He’s out!” Dad yanked at Mitch shoulder, and it took all of his strength to get him off the man. When Mitch finally pulled away, I could see his shirt covered in dark blood in both his upper-left chest, and lower abdomen. He breathed heavily, and was clutching the wound on his stomach.
“Mitch!” I yelled and ran to his side. His eyes were glossy, and he was breathing erratically. “Don’t die on me, Mitch. Please don’t die on me…”
“I’m so sorry baby,” Mitch stuttered as he looked into my eyes. He gulped, and I could see him fading away. “I’m sorry that I didn’t have faith in us.”
“It’s okay Mitch. Just please don’t leave me.”
“Oh fuck, you’ve lost a lot of blood,” Dad cursed. “Hang in there buddy.” I could see Dad looking from side to side, trying to figure out what to do. “Martha did you call 911!?”
“I’ve got them on the phone!” Mom yelled.
“I’m sorry for what I said earlier, buddy.” Dad murmured. “I was just shocked by it all. Please don’t let those be the last words you hear from old pops. We all love you Mitch. We’ll be here for you no matter what.”
Mitch’s body began to convulse and his eyes were blank.
“Nooooo!” I screamed. “No, Mitch! I love you!” I lifted his head and pressed my lips against his. I could feel his lips quivering, trying to kiss me back, and then I felt him go slack.
“Oh God… They’re almost here Mitch. Hang in there honey,” Mom said. “Oh god! Please tell them to hurry!” she yelled into the phone.
I started to breathe into Mitch’s mouth, refusing to let him give up without a fight, and the minute or so more that it took for the ambulance to arrive seemed like an eternity.
Three men immediately busted through the front door, and two of them immediately headed for Grant. “No!” Mom screamed. “He’s the criminal!”
The three switched their attention to Mitch, and then immediately began assessing his condition. A fourth man was behind him with a stretcher, and after checking on the situation with Grant, also joined the first three in their effort to help Mitch.
Mom, Dad, and I all huddled together. Mom and I were crying, and Dad was trying to comfort us while fighting back his own tears. The lights of the ambulance flashed through our windows and off the walls, and a few minutes later the police lights added to the frenzy.
I wanted to die. I was losing my one true love just as soon as I had found him.
Chapter 32
I was surrounded by dark. It’s hard to say how long I engulfed in darkness, but it felt like a long time. It was almost like a dream, but without a picture on display for me to view.
I remembered getting shot…twice. I remember the burning sensation as the bullets pieced through my body. “Am I dead?” I wondered.
“You completed your end of the deal, Mitch. You’re free,” I heard a voice say. It was him.
“Am I dead?” I asked.
“Almost.”
“Am I going to die?”
The voice huffed. “Perhaps or perhaps not”.
I wasn’t in the white light that I had been surrounded by after my car accident, but I didn’t want to go there again. I wanted to live. I wanted to spend my life with Annie.
A light sensation tingled against where my lips felt like they should be. It was something like a kiss, and I tried to kiss it back but just couldn’t seem to do it. I tried to touch my lips, but I couldn’t find my arms.
“Would you like to make a deal?”
“A deal?”
“We’ve done this before, Mitch. You do something for me, and I’ll make sure that you live through this crisis. I’ll make all your dreams come true.”
I almost wanted to laugh at his words, but he did give me a second chance in the past. I had to see what was on offer. “And what will you have me do?”
“Your family was a bit more resilient than I thought. I’ll give you life, a life even better than you had before, but you can never see Annie again.”
There was nothing for me to consider this time. “There is no such thing as a life better than with Annie. She’s my dream come true, and I’d rather die than without her.”
“And how can you be sure you won’t die?”
“I’m not sure. But I have faith, thanks to her. I’m strong enough to get through this, because I have the most beautiful, amazing woman waiting for me when I do.”
“Stepsister,” he corrected.
“Call it what you will. I’m done making deals.”
“Suit yourself.”
I t
ried to breath. I tried to imagine where my limbs were and eyes would be. I tried to open my invisible eyes and tried to squeeze my invisible hands. I fought and screamed and gritted my invisible teeth with every last bit of will that I had left.
And then there was light, a faint beam of light.
I could feel a tiny hand gripping onto mine.
Chapter 33
“I hoped I’d never see you in here again Mr. Ryker.” Dr. Wallace grinned and turned to me. “Your brother seems to have 9 lives. An inch more left or right, and either of those bullets would have been fatal. How are you feeling now Mitch?” He asked as he turned back to my brother.
“A little lightheaded, but much better than before.”
“Good. You’ll be like that for a day or two. You lost a whole lot of blood, but you should be free to go after a couple of days.”
“Football?” Mitch asked.
Dr. Wallace chuckled. “Give yourself a couple months to heal up and you can play again.”
I could see in my brother’s face that he was relieved.
The doctor turned towards my parents. “Quite the son you got there…”
“Yes, indeed he is quite a man,” Dad said proudly. Mom latched on to Dad’s arms and looked like she was about to cry tears of joy at any second.
The doctor left the room, and our parents navigated to Mitch’s bedside. “Thank you for everything you did for us, son.” Dad reached out and placed his hand on Mitch’s arm. “I’m sorry for the way I treated you back there. I was way out of line.”
“So you’ll accept us… Annie and I?”
Dad swallowed. “It’s not easy for me to understand, but you are my children, and I want you to be happy. If you two being together is what makes you happy, then I’ll learn to accept it somehow.”
“Mom?” Mitch’s eyes shifted.
Mom nodded. “You’ll always be my baby boy. I’ll accept you no matter what.”
Mitch let out a deep breath and smiled. “I guess there is only one more thing to ask.” He turned his eyes to me, and I stepped forward to grab his hand. “Is this what you want, Annie?”
I breathed heavily and then shook my head from side to side. “Of course, it’s what I want!” I let go of his hand and leaned down to wrap my arms around him, pelting him with kisses on face.
“Ow, ow!” Mitch protested. I jumped away at the sound. “Sorry, I’m a little sore.”
Two chubby, bald-headed men paced into the room and walked to Mitch’s bedside. I would have thought they were twins, save that one was shorter and had a short beard. The bearded one took notes on a clipboard while the taller man spoke. “I’m Detective Marshall, and this is Detective Smith. How are you doing Mr. Ryker?”
“I’m alive,” Mitch mused.”
“Well, that’s good. I don’t suppose there is much to talk about here. The suspect has already confessed to the crimes and also gave the names of 5 additional men who helped him vandalize your house. Mr. Wilson will be going away for a long time, so you don’t need to worry.”
The family all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at the same time.
“Something I don’t understand,” Mitch muttered, his eyebrows arched. “The burning rocks… How?”
“Oh, that,” the detective snickered. “It’s something pyros have been doing for years. They wrap a rock in a thin sheet of paper and dip one end in gasoline. The paper burns so fast smoldering the rock black, making it seem like that actual rock is on fire.” The detective shook his head from side to side. “It’s a quick way to burn down somebody’s home if the fire catches onto furniture. Why do you ask?”
Mitch’s eyes darted to the side. “Oh, just curious is all.”
“Alright, Wrecker,” the detective winked. “This seems like an open and shut case. You probably won’t even have to show up in court.” He placed his hand briefly on Mitch’s shoulder. “Heal up, and go win UCLA some games.”
Mitch nodded, and the pair of police officers headed out the door.
Chapter 34
I heaved a heavy box past the kitchen and through the hallway, looking for Annie. “Babe!” I yelled. “Where do you want this one?”
As I approached the master bedroom, I saw her leaning over another box, pulling out shoes and other accessories to store in our closet. “Just sit that one in here. Anywhere is fine,” she replied. The room was practically empty aside from the bed and a mess of moving boxes.
Turns out that that the stock market went into a bit of slump before the time limit I was given to answer my margin call. I still lost millions on my short investments, but I was able to close out all of my positions and walk away from it all without going into debt. I had my mansion repaired and sold it along with the Ferrari and other unnecessary possessions. With the money that was leftover, Annie and I bought a tiny, 3-bedroom house in a quaint neighborhood close to Mom and Dad, white picket fence and all.
I sat the box down and turned back to Annie, licking my lips at the sight of her curves undulating underneath a pink, sleeveless dress. I creeped quietly up behind her, careful to make sure she couldn’t hear my footsteps while she was preoccupied unpacking, and as soon as I was in arm’s length, I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her from behind.
Annie screamed. “What are you doing you big lug!”
I grunted and growled as I carried her a few feet, threw her on the bed, then climbed on top of her. “We haven’t christened the place yet, babe,” I insisted.
“Oh, you’re bad! There isn’t even a sheet on the mattress yet.”
“Who cares? It’s new.”
“I care,” Annie scoffed, and lifted her herself to her shoulders as if she was about to get up.
I pushed her back down, pinned her hands above her head, and snatched up her lips with mine. She hummed into my mouth, and I could feel her body squirming.
Our kisses snapped as I continued to maul her, and I freed my hands from hers, moving them slowly down her arms and to her body. “Do you care now?” I whispered.
She shook her head no.
“Good.” I pulled her up and lifted her dress over her head, revealing her beautiful, flawless skin. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts looked like they had grown since last time I saw them. “You’re so sexy…”
“Why do you always talk to me like that?” Annie asked, then bit her bottom lip as she waited for a response.
“Like what?”
“Tell me I’m so beautiful and so sexy. I’m not a supermodel or anything.”
I grinned at how naïve she was. “Baby, you’re sexier than any supermodel I’ve ever seen. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me.”
“Really?”
“Really. And…” I quickly changed position so that I had access to her panties. I yanked them off and navigated to the floor beside the bed all in one, swift motion. “You’re the most delicious girl I’ve ever tasted as well.”
I pushed Annie’s legs up in the air, and she squealed as I dove in. Up and down, I moved my tongue between her wet folds, more so for my own hunger than for Annie’s pleasure. Each time my tongue found her clit and gave it the slightest of attention, her pussy rewarded me with a burst of flavor.
My tongue lunged deep inside her hole, and reached my hand around to rub her clit.
“Yes!” Annie wailed. “Just like that!”
I rubbed faster and faster and darted my tongue in an out of her pussy until I could feel the slightest contractions that I knew were leading up to her orgasm.
“Don’t stop!” Annie yelled. “I’m going to…”
I stopped anyway and stood up in front of the bed.
“What are you doing!?” Annie asked. She sat up on her shoulders again, and her eyes were wide with dismay.
“Just teasing you a bit,” I replied through a crooked smile.
“Oh my god! I hate you!” Annie slammed her back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling while I yanked off my shirt and let my pants fall to the floor.
“You hate me?” I questioned. My cock was throbbing as I eased it into her dripping, wet pussy.
“Oh god!” Annie moaned.
I lifted Annie’s knees over my arms and leaned forward so that her legs were pushed back and I could look her in the eyes. Again I asked, “You hate me?” and sunk in as far as I possibly could.
“No,” Annie whispered, now panting. She lifted her hands and put them on each side of my face. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby.” I tilted my pelvis and started stroking in and out with a consistent rhythm.
“Oh god, you’re going to make me come so fast,” Annie whined after a few short thrusts.
“Go ahead, baby. I want you to come.” I picked up the pace a bit and watched as Annie’s face slowly started twisting and her body went stiff. The sight of her large breasts rocking up and down, and her body reeling in pleasure practically made me lose control.
“Now…” Annie croaked while nodding her head and looking me in the eyes. Her chin wrinkled and her body started trembling. Her pussy tightened, and I could feel it squeezing on to me again and again.
“Oh fuck, Annie,” I grunted. I couldn’t hold out any longer. Her warm grip consumed me, and I leaned over, taking Annie’s lips into mine and releasing my seed as deep inside as I possibly could go.
I fell into a heap and rolled over to the side of the barren bed, breathing heavily. “That was amazing babe.”
Annie turned to her side and put her arm on top of me before giving me a kiss on the cheek. “You’re amazing.”
We laid there for a several minutes holding on to each other in silence, basking in nothing but our love, before eventually Annie sat up. “We should go wash off and finish unpacking everything.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” I pecked a final kiss on her lips.
Annie stood from the bed, and I awed at her curves from behind as she began to walk towards the door. She only made it a few feet, however, before she collapsed sideways, and broke her fall with a box sitting on the floor.
“Babe!” I jumped out of the bed and ran to her side. “What’s happened?”
