My lungs were burning and it felt like I was ripping my throat apart, but I didn’t stop screaming. My body fought the madness back and, after a few forces heaves, I doubled over and puked. Then I screamed again.
Nobody was around. I had to do something. I crawled closer to the water and pushed myself into it; I had to save David.
Someone grabbed me by the waist and hurled be back on the grass.
“No! David!” I protested, so confused I had trouble remembering where I was.
“It’s alright. We’ll save him,” a man said before leaving me alone. I stared at the sky for what felt like hours, in a state of complete immobilization. Then, I heard the sirens.
“Miss, can you hear me?”
The sudden crispiness of the paramedic’s voice woke me up. I couldn’t have been sleeping, I was in a sitting position, wrapped up in a blanket.
“Miss, can you hear me? Can you tell me your name?”
She shoved a light in my eyes and I blinked.
“Her name is Eva...” Maggie started to answer for me.
“Where’s David?”
“Who’s that, Miss?”
“My boyfriend. Is he alright?”
“He’s on his way to a hospital. How are you feeling?”
“Miss, can I have a moment with you?”
I looked up at the man in a police uniform and panicked. David wasn’t alright. Otherwise why would the police be here?
“Where’s David?”
“He’s being taken to a hospital, Miss. I’m officer Garrett. Miss, can you tell me what happened here?”
“I need to get her to a hospital, officer,” the paramedic argued.
“In a minute, Ma’am. Just let me have a word with her.”
“Sir, you can talk to her when...”
“I want to see David,” I intervened.
“What happened here, Miss?”
I frowned. Too many people were talking around me. Strangely enough, it was quiet, despite the deafening noise from the police officers roaming around, asking questions and looking for things in the grass.
“Can you tell me what happened, Miss? Eva?” The policeman crouched in front of me, trying to make eye contact. I looked away.
“He tried to rape me.”
“Who? Your boyfriend?”
“No! Alex.”
“Who’s Alex, Eva?”
“He’s my brother. Her ex,” Maggie explained.
“I was at the party. I saw David, he was in bed with another girl... I... I had some drinks, and Alex came. And I went with him. Why did I go with him? Oh, God...”
“What party, Eva?”
“Where’s David? Where are you taking him?” I asked on a more demanding tone.
“He’s going to a hospital, Miss. He’s...”
“What hospital? I want to see him!”
Sudden panic took over my mind and I started screaming David’s name.
“He killed him! David! I want to see David! I want to be with him!”
The policeman tried to put the blanket back on my shoulders but all I could see was Alex forcing me on the bed. I pushed officer Garrett with all my strength and when the paramedic tried to restrain me, I fought her off.
“David! Help!”
“We need to sedate her! John!” the paramedic shouted as officer Garrett grabbed my hands.
“Help! Take me to David! I need to be with David!” I screamed before I felt a sting I couldn’t quite locate. Then I puked again.
***
My knuckles had turned white from how hard I was squeezing David’s hand. I couldn’t take my eyes off his sleeping face.
“Just wanted to check everything was alright, Miss,” the nurse said from the door.
“Yes, thank you. Everything is fine.”
And it was. Everything was finally quiet.
David had been sleeping all through the morning and long after noon. He had woken up a few times, but didn’t seem able to talk or be aware of his surroundings. The doctors told me it was because of the drugs in his system.
I understood perfectly. I, myself, was still feeling weak from last night. But everything was OK, David was alive and safe.
“Hey,” I heard his voice. It was quiet, but it sounded like the loudest thing for me.
“Hey, baby. You’re awake.”
He squeezed my hand back and smiled. “Are you OK, babe?”
I nodded, tears choking my words.
“Come here, don’t cry,” he said and raised his hands for a hug. I leaned in and pressed my head against his cheek.
“What about...?”
“He’s been arrested. Everything is fine, baby. You saved me.”
He hugged me tighter and I let my weight next to him.
“I’ll never let you go,” I said to him.
“I’ll never leave you,” he replied.
We spent minutes in silence. I couldn’t stop crying.
“Hey, why are you crying now? Everything is fine, baby,” he whispered, caressing my hair.
I nodded.
“Come on, baby. What do you say — stop being so dramatic?”
I lifted my head and softly punched him in the stomach.
“Ouch!”
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Gotcha!”
“You dick!”
“Come here and kiss me.”
I pouted, but couldn’t keep it up for long. I wanted badly to kiss him, so I did.
“I promise you, I will never leave you,” he reiterated.
I smiled bitterly. “That seems almost impossible.”
He looked me in the eyes; he understood. How could we possibly be together? Our parents were together, which meant we had to be apart.
I started crying again. I didn’t want him to see, so I looked out the window.
“You know what? I don’t care,” he said, with finality in his voice.
“You don’t?”
“It makes you cry. I hate that. And it means we can’t be together. So, yeah, I don’t care. I want to be with you.”
“I want that too, but...”
“No, you know what? I’m going to talk to my father. I’ll tell him everything. I want to be with you, I need to be with you. And I’ll make that happen.”
His conviction made me smile. “Speaking of your father, he’s going to be here any minute. He called.”
“I’ll tell him then.”
I rose from his side and walked to the window.
“You think long distance would work for us?” I asked.
“Who said anything about long distance, baby?”
“Well, I study here, and you work...”
“I can transfer here.”
I opened my mouth to argue that his career couldn’t possibly benefit from such a thing, but then a thought sprung to my mind.
“It would be easier for me to relocate. I can transfer credits easily.”
He grinned. It made me happy to make him happy. If he was willing to make such a change in his life, it was only right I was as well.
“I’d do anything for you,” I said. I wanted him to know how I felt.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.”
Me standing next to the window and him in bed was too great of a distance for me, so I sat next to him again, holding his hand.
“Wouldn’t everything be perfect?” he asked. “We’d live together, and I can take care of you.”
“Hold on for a second, cowboy. First, I have to nurse you back to health, then we can talk about who’s taking care of whom.”
Laughing must’ve hurt him, as he pressed a hand on his midriff and looked like he was in pain.
“Are you OK, baby?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
I reached a hand and caressed the spot where Alex hit him. He stopped my hand and interlaced his fingers with mine. We shared a smile that spoke louder than any words.
Our moment was interrupted by
the buzzing of my phone. I glanced over to the nightstand and my smile disappeared.
“What is it, baby?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on, baby. Tell me,” he encouraged me, kissing my hand.
I shook my head. “It’s just... I’m so sad I’ll be doing this to my mother. She’s only starting to go out again and here I am, hurting her.”
“You’re not hurting me, baby.”
I jumped up when I heard my mum’s voice. She was standing in the door, next to George. I was so ashamed, I started crying.
“It’s alright, Eva. Really.”
“Mum...”
She came and hugged me, her perfume enveloping me like a protective shield.
“We wouldn’t have worked out anyway,” George said. “We didn’t quite click.”
“What?”
“Oh, no, don’t worry. Your mother is a very nice person,” he said, raising his hands defensively.
“Isn’t that what they usually say?” Mum joked.
They exchanged glances, grinning like they had made a secret understanding.
“So, we’re good?” David broke the silence.
“Yes, we are,” Mum replied, squeezing my shoulders.
“You’re going to be fine?” I asked her quietly.
“Yes, baby. Don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl. Are you alright?”
“Yes, Mum. I am now.”
I looked at David, overflowing with happiness. He smiled back and everything really seemed alright.
“And, if it bothers you, your mum and I never slept together,” George added, grinning.
“Dad! Too much information!”
My mum started laughing, followed by George’s low chuckle. Even I couldn’t help but smile.
“Needless to say, we’re moving in together,” David stated and grabbed my hand.
THE END
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Bad Boy Romance
Cristal Pierre
Chapter 1
“Ooooh yeeessss, mmmmmm”
“Hhahahahahhaa oooooooooo, yes, right there, right there, right there baby”
“You like that huh you sexy bitch?”
“mmmmmhahahahahhmmmm. Lick my clit, you asshole, lick it harder”
Janine Williams threw a pillow at the wall over her in frustration.
She looked at the wall clock. 3 AM.
“How the fuck were they still going at it?
Who has such stamina? How is the guy not dead yet?” Janine wondered, frustrated, but too tired and sleepy to get up and fight with Stacey next door.
This had been going on for quite some time now.
Every night her neighbors would decide to have mad, passionate sex, that would go on till wee hours of the night. They loved getting everyone on the floor involved in their animalistic, loud lovemaking
It had been going on for a month now and Janine had just not been able to sleep at nights anymore.
Janine Williams had just moved to L.A. two months ago with stars in her eyes. No, she was not here to be an actor or an entertainer. She wanted to be a publicist. She was an Oklahoma girl with big dreams. She had always wanted to get into Public Relations. She was majorly interested in managing celebrity careers and was fascinated by the idea of choosing to live in Los Angeles for that.
L.A. was where the celebrity scene was. The country’s top celebrity image management companies were here and she had desperately wanted to get into PWR.
PWR’S illustrious client list included the likes of Renee Zellweger, Jasonny Galecki, Blake Lively, Viggo Mortensen to name a few. PWR was known for their strict adherence to professionalism and brilliant networking skills. They only took the best interns under their kitty and polished them like diamonds. Basically, their expectations from their workforce was very high.
Janine had been top of her class while studying MBA in Public Relations at Columbia University. She had worked really hard to get to the top and all her ideas had been applauded at school events, competitions and exams.
It had been a long and tortuous road but she had not regretted anything. Except, of course, her parents had stopped talking to her years ago.
Janine was a from a very conservative Oklahoma family full of accountants and financial advisers. It was safe, comfortable and boring. She hated safe. She was grateful for a very comfortable childhood, but she had not wanted to choose a life working in finance.
She had always been creative and innovative when it came to managing tempers, promoting a friend’s work, intelligently manipulating parental pressure for her career.. the list was endless. However, she had not been able to convince her parents to accept her decision to move out of the career path the family had sort of, made a bastion. They had also wanted her to get married as soon as possible to a family friend’s son.
Janine had always at some point sought the approval from her parents, specially her dad. Being the youngest of the three children, Janine had been the favorite, the apple of her dad’s eyes. Growing up, her mother had been very critical of her appearance as well as her independence and so Janine had alway sought the warm and affectionate wings of her father’s love to hide under.
When she got accepted at the grad school in Columbia, her dad was very hurt. He had always thought she’d join the family legacy along with the husband he chose for her.
Janine had agreed to consider Jamie O’ Donnell as a future prospect just to please her father. Jamie had turned out to be a complete dick head. He was insecure, violent and very abusive. There were times during the courtship where Jamie’s casual sexism made Janine’s skin crawl. They had huge fights over this ending in verbal abuse from his part.
Janine spoke to her dad about this and was very hurt when he too subscribed to the notions.
It was a very tough time for Janine. If she hadn’t got a full scholarship at Columbia, it would have been next to impossible for her to move out of the family career bastion. Numbers were good friends but they bored her at a very basic level.
The move to L.A. too was very emotional because, again, parental expectations. They wanted her to move into working with politicians and help promote them in the upcoming elections. Janine had decided,especially after the whole Jamie fiasco to just let go and do things she had really wanted to do.
When she got through PWR, she just packed her bags and left. She had been ready to take on the world.
“ How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate on work when I am up all night listening to those animals wildly fucking away in the other side of the floor?” she had cried at work out of sheer exhaustion.
“Go talk to them them. Complain if you must” had been the general suggestion.
The thing was that living independently in L.A. was tough and finding a good place was not something her basic, fresher’s salary could afford. She was living in a decent, clean but not so posh area.
Stacey, the woman who lived next door was 41 years old and it appeared to Janine that she was having the time of her life with the young man she had met a month back.
“What was his name again? Jason. Jason something”
Janine had tried to politely convey it to the couple that they were being loud and she was trying to sleep but Stacey had just given her a cold stare and had brushed it off,calling her a prude. The man had not said anything, but he had roved his eyes all over her body.
Janine got up as Stacey began to cum. She got out of the house and banged Stacey’s door in frus
tration.
“Shut up you fucking bitch! People are try to sleep here!” “I’m calling the police if you don’t shut up!”
*****
Stacey
Stacey Mcarthy was having the time of her life. Life had never been better. She was 41 years old, she was hot and she was single. Oh did I forget to mention that she had a hunk of a toyboy whose tongue had been pleasuring her pussy right now?
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