by Sophia Gray
I turned away. Angel and I hadn’t had sex yet. We’d come close a few times — lots of heavy petting — but no actual fucking yet. I was dying to fuck her. I’d been dying to fuck her since I first saw her, but I knew I had to respect her wishes and wait. After all, she was a virgin. And there was something about the thought of slipping even a finger into her tight little virgin pussy that sent me over the edge. I was worried that when we did fuck, I’d come too soon. And I couldn’t have my girl disappointed. Things had gotten so bad lately that I’d taken to jacking off before we got together, just in case there was a chance. It was like carrying a condom in my pocket: embarrassing, but necessary.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t gotten a taste of that snatch.” Damien looked at me, almost as if reading my mind. “I had no idea you were such a puss, Minter.”
I rolled my eyes. “It ain’t about that,” I said sharply. “It’s about her choice, and I respect that.”
Damien snorted. “You are a fuckin’ faggot, man. You get that? If she were mine…damn!” He trailed off with a loud exclamation. “If she were mine, I’d fuck her every single night until she was beggin’ me to stop. She wouldn’t be able to walk right for a week after a night with ole Damien.”
The feeling of discomfort that had started in my chest was only getting stronger. I couldn’t help but feel like Damien was deliberately trying to make me feel like less of a man, like Angel would eventually get bored with me and move on to someone who would fuck her all the time. Maybe he was right; maybe I was being too soft. Maybe I really needed to push for what I wanted.
That night, when I saw Angel, I told her I’d canceled our dinner plans and we were going on a drive. She flushed with nervousness and my cock stiffened in my jeans as I caught a whiff of her floral perfume. She looked great, too; she was in a pink minidress that was a shade too small for her. As she sat down hard in the seat of my car, her tits bounced. My mouth went dry. I wanted to lick and kiss every inch of her pale, long body.
“I’m so excited to see you tonight,” Angel said softly. She reached out and twined her fingers through mine. I felt another surge of animalistic lust take me over. “I’ve missed you, Trey. Vacation with my parents was so boring. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought about you all the time, Trey.” Her blush deepened to a red and she looked out the window. “I even thought about you at night,” she added softly. “When I was lying in bed.” Blushing deeply, shit bit her plump lower lip.
The erection that sprang up in my jeans was so hard it was painful. For a minute, I thought about pulling the car over and pressing Angel to me, crushing her in a passionate kiss. Make Damien proud. But Angel looked at me with such a guileless, open look and the urge passed. No, I couldn’t force myself, even if there was a chance she would enjoy it. I had to respect her, and her wishes.
Reaching across the seat, I squeezed Angel’s hand. “Let’s go to dinner after all,” I told her, my cock softening in my jeans. “I’m starving.”
Shaking my head, I looked around. All the memories of years ago faded and I was only left with the realization that I was alone with my men in the woods.
“It’s this way,” I said, pointing towards a clearing I could just make out through the trees. “Keep walking. We gotta find the farmhouse before day breaks.”
Eric and Ram followed close behind, trusty as ever. I was so glad they were with me, but part of me felt like facing Damien was something I’d have to do alone. After all, this was a long time coming. A very long time coming, indeed.
Something moved in the corner of my eye and I whipped my head to the side. There was a small figure, running fast, and coming towards us. I frowned, trying to make him out. Suddenly, something clicked in my brain. “Chuckie!” I called. “Chuckie, is that you?”
The little figure hurtled towards me and clung to my legs, sobbing loudly.
I could tell he was out of breath and badly dehydrated, but it was Chuckie, all right. Scooping his light frame up in my arms, I looked into my son’s eyes. “Chuckie, what happened?”
Chuckie was sobbing and blubbering against my shirt. His face was wet with tears and snot and as he pressed his small frame against mine, I felt his whole body shaking with fear.
“Chuckie,” I said, as calmly as I could manage. “You need to tell me what’s going on. I can’t help if you don’t tell me. Try to take a deep breath, okay?”
He looked into my eyes and I saw, even in the darkness, that his irises were the exact same color as mine. A shiver ran through me. It was like it was hitting me for the first time that this kid really was my son. As we locked eyes, Chuckie’s small body relaxed and he took a deep breath. His skin was soaked with sweat and I could tell he’d just had the workout of his little life.
“Mommy’s in danger,” Chuckie said in a rush. “She…she did something to distract the men and I ran away. I ran so fast and I didn’t stop, just like she told me to!” His voice was growing excited and rapid again. “Mommy told me to run and I ran, Trey! You have to hurry! She’s in trouble!”
Fear and panic flared in my heart but I tried not to show that to Chuckie. Poor kid had already had what had to be the scariest day of his life; he didn’t need things getting any direr than they already were. But now I was scared that in saving Chuckie, Angel had gotten herself killed. Damien was a dangerous man and he palled around with equally tough guys — it wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine one of them taking Angel out after finding out that Chuckie had escaped.
“Ram! Eric!” The guys jogged over, closing the respectful distance they had maintained to give me some privacy with Chuckie. “We gotta get to the old farm! Hurry!”
“Chuckie, you be good. You stay here, okay?”
Chuckie’s lip trembled and I could tell he was afraid of being left in the dark.
“Chuckie, don’t argue. Be a good boy and stay right here. We’ll be back for you, okay?”
Chuckie let out a small sigh and nodded. I could tell he wanted to argue but after a few seconds, he turned his big scared eyes towards me. “Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll stay here.”
Turning to my guys, I gave a curt nod with my head. “Come on. Let’s go.”
As we turned towards the old farm and started running, the panic rose in my body like a tidal wave. It could be all over already. She could be dead and cold, and Damien could be waiting to kill me.
“You scared?” Eric’s voice was low and comforting, like the hum of a radiator in an old house.
“Yeah,” I admitted as we ran faster. “I’m fuckin’ terrified.”
Chapter 28
Angel
As soon as Chuckie escaped, all hell broke loose. Fortunately, the men were so distracted with wrangling me down to the ground he was able to slip away, almost unnoticed. I silently praised him in my head for being such a good boy and for running so fast. After this, I promise we’ll go back to Chuck E Cheese, I thought. I promise, Chuckie. We can even go to Disneyland.
The burlier of the two guys grabbed me and held my arms above my back, making my boobs jut forward in a way that was almost painful.
“So you thought you could play us, girlie?” His foul breath was hot on my ear and I struggled against him and kicked until my muscles were aching. “You thought you could run? We’re gonna teach you a lesson, aren’t we?”
He jerked backwards and I realized he was gesturing for his partner to come forward. The other guy was smaller but still much larger than I was. He crept towards me with a nasty smile on his face, reaching out with a greasy hand towards my chest. I tried to jerk and twist backwards but the burly guy held me in place.
The smaller of the two reached out and tweaked one of my breasts painfully. I cried out and the burly guy lifted me off the ground so my feet were kicking in the air. As I cried out, the smaller guy slid his hand down my body and stuck it between my legs, wiggling his fingers obscenely.
“You wanted some attention, red? Well, why didn’t you just say so?” The smaller guy sneered
as he stroked the insides of my thighs with his fingers.
A choked sob escaped from my mouth and I tried to scream but there was no sound. It was like being in a dream. I was barely aware of the burly guy dragging me back into the basement and tossing me down the stairs. The impact of landing on the concrete at the bottom was painful, but not painful enough to jar me back to reality.
“Yo, Damien! We got us a little escape artiste!” The burly guy chuckled and stood at the top of the stairs, blocking all light from coming down into the basement. “You wanna come deal with this, or should we?”
Wincing as I struggled to sit up, I covered my eyes with my hand and blinked. I saw Damien’s large frame fill the doorway and run down the steps with alarming rapidity.
“Get out of the way,” Damien snapped. He pushed the burly guy aside and set his eyes on me. Like before, they were fixed in an angry glare. “What the fuck happened?” He stood over me menacingly, spreading his legs to a shoulder-width apart. “Angel, what the fuck happened?”
“I had to use the bathroom,” I managed to squeak quietly. “And Chuckie must have escaped. He ran off and the guys weren’t able to catch him.”
Damien’s eyes blazed in anger. He raised a hand and I cowered, thinking he was going to slap me. But he chuckled softly.
“What are you so afraid of?” Damien stepped closer and nudged me with the toe of his boot. A lick of pain shot through my head as I struggled to focus on his bulky frame. “You think I’m gonna hurt you, is that it?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know what to think. You told me you were going to kill me, that you were going to hurt Chuckie. Damien, why are you doing this? What could have possibly happened to make you want to hurt us so badly?”
Damien laughed again, a low, throaty sound. “Because you should have been mine,” he said softly. He leaned down and I smelled the alcohol on his breath. “And because you’re still loyal to that fucking pussy, Trey.”
I shivered as he said Trey’s name. “What do you want with him?” I asked softly.
Damien grinned but it was more sinister this time. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you want me right now and all of this will be over.” He got down on his hands and knees and crawled towards me — a grotesquely odd sight. “You want to make it with me? I’ll let you live,” he teased, reaching over and chucking me under the chin with a finger.
I shivered as his finger traced down my neck. I was waiting for him to grope my boobs like the horrible cronies had, but he stopped just shy of my chest.
“I’m glad Chuckie escaped,” I whispered hotly. “I’m glad he got away from you and that he didn’t have to see this. I know who his real father is, and I’m glad it’s not you. I’m glad we were never together, Damien. You’re a thief and a liar and I hate you!” The words tumbled out before I could stop myself from talking. My cheeks were hot with rage and my heart was pounding against my chest.
Damien looked shocked. For a moment, he stared at me, his face turning white with rage. Then he got to his feet and reached in his pocket for a gun. I cowered, thinking he was going to shoot me. But instead, he laughed. “You think I’m gonna kill you, baby? Just you wait,” he said with a nasty grin. “I’m gonna wait for your boyfriend to show up, and then I’m gonna do it in front of him. And that’s not all, baby. You’re gonna be in real bad shape and he’s gonna have to sit and watch.” Damien stepped closer and kicked me again, harder this time.
I cried out as the toe of his boot connected with my ribs, making a painful cracking sound. I scrambled backwards and eventually climbed to my feet, shaking and trembling.
“You wanna fight?” Damien raised an eyebrow. “You wanna throw a punch at me? You think I can’t take that?”
I shivered. He pointed the gun at me. I flinched again. When he moved his arm down, I felt my body relax. But before I knew what was happening, Damien swung towards me and cracked me hard over the head with the gun. It hurt like hell and I screamed, falling to my knees and covering my head with my arms as the blows rained down. He hit me rhythmically, and I could feel blood trickling down my face and neck. I screamed and screamed but no one came, and I could hear Damien cursing me in a frenzy as he kept hitting me. Pain exploded all over my body and there was a terrifying moment where I didn’t even feel like I could breathe.
“You’re a bitch,” Damien hissed. “You’re a fucking cunt and you deserve every second of this,” he grunted as he hit me again, with even more force than before.
It sounded like something delicate snapping in my ear as the gun made hard contact with the side of my face. I cried out but he didn’t stop hitting me, and soon it began to feel like I was swimming underneath murky water. The pain was clouding my vision and I felt like I was going to pass out. As I feebly groped around for safety, Damien became even more enraged. Slowly, I felt my consciousness fade out to a clear, comfortable black.
Chuckie, Trey…I love you…
I was away from my pain, and feeling whole and normal again. I wasn’t in the dirty basement anymore. I was seventeen again and waiting for Trey to pick me up. Trey — just saying his name filled me with happiness. It had only been a few weeks since we met, and I was dying to see him again.
Finally, after what felt like hours, his black T-bird pulled up in front of me. I blushed as Trey leapt out of the driver’s side and walked around, opening the door for me like a gentleman.
“My lady,” Trey said. He bowed gracefully as I stepped past him and sank into the plush leather of the vintage seat. Trey always just said his car was old, but I knew better. Even though it was beat up and needed a lot of work, I loved his T-bird. “It’s vintage,” I’d told him when I first saw it. “And just imagine how beautiful it’s going to look after you’ve restored it.” Never mind the fact that Trey never had money to spend on his car. I wasn’t going to give up the idea of having a beautiful car.
“I missed you,” I said impulsively. Then I blushed.
Trey laughed. He reached over and rubbed my knee affectionately. Butterflies swarmed through my body and I trembled at the touch of his hot, rough hand. I loved the feel of his callouses rubbing against my sensitive skin. Summer was ending and I was wearing a thin sundress under my cardigan. I’d hoped Trey would say something about how I looked but so far he hadn’t. He seemed distracted, like he was in another place other than with me.
“Is everything okay?” I shifted in the seat and watched the profile of the boy I loved as he drove off into the sunset.
“I’m fine,” Trey said shortly.
I pouted. Normally, he wasn’t the most open of people but he’d tell me what was on his mind. After all, I was his girlfriend. Trey had asked me a couple of nights ago, right before I’d gone in to see Mom and Daddy.
“Trey,” I pleaded. “Tell me what’s going on. Please?”
Trey sighed. He kept his eyes focused on the road but I knew he was concentrating on me. “Angel, what happened when you told your parents about us?”
After Trey had asked me to be his girlfriend, I’d gushed excitedly about how I could finally tell Mom and Daddy about the two of us. I couldn’t wait to spill my excitement to my mother. She’d always been my best friend, and I thought this would make us closer than ever.
But it hadn’t gone well. Mom had simply frowned and set her lips in a line. “Do you need to go to the doctor?” she’d asked, looking away and ignoring my crestfallen reaction. “I don’t want you sleeping with this boy, Angel.”
“Didn’t you want to meet him? Don’t you want to know who makes me so happy?”
Mom had simply looked at me. “It’s getting late,” she’d said. “It’s time for me to go to bed. Goodnight, Angel.”
Since then, we hadn’t talked about it. But now that Trey was asking me, I felt a certain heaviness in my stomach, the kind of anxiety that came with the knowledge that my family didn’t approve of him.
“Um, it went well,” I lied to Trey as we drove into the dark night. “I mean, she was tired. We didn’t talk
about it for very long.”
Trey snorted. “Right, she was tired. More like she was too tired to hear her daughter talking about fucking a boy from the slums, right?”
I rolled my eyes. “Trey, she’s not like that,” I argued. “She cares about me. She cares about my happiness.”
Trey shook his head. “Angel, I…” he trailed off, and my heart seized. Was he going to tell me that he loved me? Or even that he liked me a lot?
“Yes?”
“Angel, I don’t know that your family has your best interests in mind,” he said softly. Reaching over to grab my hand, he twined his fingers through mine. “And you know, maybe you won’t wind up living like they do.”
I pouted. “Of course I will,” I said. “That’s why I have a fund. And I’m an only child, so you know they have to take care of me.” I blushed, thinking about my future with Trey. Would we have babies? I always pictured my parents would make great grandparents.
