Short Story!
Sweat droplets formed on a crease in my forehead, a crease formed by my lowered eyebrows from self-induced stress. My hands were shaking as I slid off my bath towel that shielded by bare body. My heart was racing as my fingers touched my skin, sliding my silk night gown over my head in the dark retreat-my bedroom. A safe haven, as I called it, where I could be hidden from any dangers, from anything or anyone coming back to haunt me.
The truth was, I had done something that would definitely cause someone to come back to haunt me, my boyfriend to be exact. Pictures of fiery kisses and more with Ryan from earlier that night fogged my mind. I shut my eyes tightly to shut them out, but only more took their place.
I could clearly see Ryan and me in the backseat of his red Mercedes, exchanging heated kisses and shedding clothes, our touch always desired and yearned for. He drove me home at one in the morning, shortly after our secret rendezvous. I took a shower immediately upon my arrival, hoping to remove the sweat and guilt I felt for cheating on my boyfriend, Brendon. He was a great boyfriend and left nothing to be desired. Just the thrill of a furtive tryst excited me, that’s all. I just hoped to God he was worth it...
Now here I was, clean on the outside, though my heart was sunken with guilt and I felt dirty on the inside. I was beginning to sweat out of nervousness and fright. What if Brendon found out? He would surely be angry, and I wouldn’t blame him. I just never wanted him to know, never wanted to ruin what we had.
Well, there was no reason to dwell on it if I couldn’t change it, no reason for all this stress, right?
With the lights already turned off, I was about to climb into bed when I heard a noise. It wasn’t just any noise; a door had creaked open. Now, my door always creaked open from the wind, so there was no reason to pay attention to it. However, today my nerves were actively making me jumpy. I simply tuned my head and saw that the door was a crack open, light from the hallway streaming through. I walked over and closed the door, returning the complete darkness to the room.
“So, Emma, how was your little date with Ryan?” a male voice asked calmly.
It was Brendon.
I jumped, not knowing where the voice came from. All I knew was that he was somewhere in my bedroom. Did he know everything that happened? Did he know what went on?
“H-How did you get in here?” I asked nervously, my voice shaky and breathy.
“Aw, Emma...” I could just hear Brendon smirking as I heard his footsteps creep towards me. “I guess I’m not the only one that makes you sweat, huh?”
I gasped. He knew. How?
Maybe he was just joking with me. Yeah! That was it! All I had to do was play it cool.
“I...I don’t know what you’re talking about...”
“Oh, come on, we both know I’m not the one you think about in bed anymore...”
There was a hint of intimidation in his tone, but his voice remained calm and collected.
That was true; dreams of innocently loving Brendon had been replaced with heated, surreptitious meetings with Ryan.
“Oh, come on, Emma!” he repeated, his voice raising in volume slightly and getting more aggravated than before. “We both know he isn’t worth it!” I heard him walk towards me again, stopping only when he was so close I could feel his warm breath on my shaken face. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the dark, so I was now able to see his face. His stern face was serious and irritated, yet it remained the same level of calm as it always did.
“I’m so much better than him, Emma. Why would you want anyone else when you have me?” His voice was now poise and calm, as it had been before. He laced his arms around his back and began to pace around my trembling body.
“I’ve got more wit, a better kiss...” he began, whispering into my left ear as he circled around me. “...A hotter touch...” his voice grew softer as he was now behind me, “...a better fuck...” his voice even softer as he now stood at my right, “...than any boy you’ll ever meet, sweetie.”
I was starting to feel sick, the acid in my stomach causing me to feel nausea out of guilt and fright as Brendon returned to his position in front of me. “Tell me, Emma: why would you do something like this...when you have me?” His voice was threatening and daring, yet there was a hint of seductiveness in his voice. “If I look past all the sweat, I don’t see a lover more deserving of me than you, so why?” He began to pace around me again, running a soft finger down my bare shoulder, causing my body to instinctively shiver.
“Exchanging body heat in the backseat of his car... No, we can’t have that...” He made his way, circling around my body until he returned to face me again. “You know it will always just be me.” The sternness of his countenance turned into a seductive, yet menacing one. “But I think I still know how to get that heart of yours beating faster...” My breath was shaky and I was sweating profusely. The shock was setting into my brain, finding a way to make me feel sicker.
“I hope you weren’t expecting to keep this a secret...” he continued.
“No! No, I was going to fess up first thing tomorrow,” I lied nervously.
“Really?” he whispered incredulously. “For some reason, I doubt that.” I gasped as he suddenly placed his hands on my hips and pushed me forward onto my bed, his body on top of me, anchoring me to the bed.
“Brendon!” I whispered loudly, my body trembling extremely now. “What are you doing?!”
He bent down and whispered, “I’m showing you how I can still make your heart beat fast, you dirty girl,” and smirked. The brown eyes that I fell in love with were now filled with mischief.
“He quickly slid his finger along my right shoulder, sliding the strap off, then repeating the action with the right.
I gasped; was he actually doing what I thought he was?! “Brendon!” I exclaimed. “Get off of me!” I used all of my might to push him away, but he was unaffected by my struggles as he slid his shirt over his head with ease.
***
I put a hand to my chest as I lied wide awake in bed; sweaty, naked, in pain, and alone. The normal pleasure of afterglow pain was filled with a blaring sensation of pain. Just pain.
What Brendon had done was immoral and wrong. Sure, what I had done was bad too, but his was against the law! How could he do something like that? To-dare I say it-rape me? I loved him! And he loved me! Was this his way of exacting revenge? I never wanted to hurt him, so I never told him about Ryan. Yet, he wanted revenge, he wanted to hurt me. I never knew someone could be so cruel.
I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep for another time, this time desperately hoping I would fall asleep. I wished dearly that sleep would claim me, since Brendon had already claimed me in other ways that I would never speak of to anyone. Never. Secrets such as those were not ones to be shared or talked about. I wouldn’t dare call the cops; I didn’t want anyone to know. Not my parents in their house in the next town over, not my younger brother, and certainly not the public! No, it was no one’s right to know.
No one had any rights anymore, period. I know I didn't.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Hope you enjoyed it! Comments and criticism are encouraged!
And here are links to my other short stories, in case you are interested:
Liability: moonlightmania.livejournal.com/2410.html
Eternity's Sunrise: moonlightmania.livejournal.com/451.html
The truth was, I had done something that would definitely cause someone to come back to haunt me, my boyfriend to be exact. Pictures of fiery kisses and more with Ryan from earlier that night fogged my mind. I shut my eyes tightly to shut them out, but only more took their place.
I could clearly see Ryan and me in the backseat of his red Mercedes, exchanging heated kisses and shedding clothes, our touch always desired and yearned for. He drove me home at one in the morning, shortly after our secret rendezvous. I took a shower immediately upon my arrival, hoping to remove the sweat and guilt I felt for cheating on my boyfriend, Brendon. He was a great boyfriend and left nothing to be desired. Just the thrill of a furtive tryst excited me, that’s all. I just hoped to God he was worth it...
Now here I was, clean on the outside, though my heart was sunken with guilt and I felt dirty on the inside. I was beginning to sweat out of nervousness and fright. What if Brendon found out? He would surely be angry, and I wouldn’t blame him. I just never wanted him to know, never wanted to ruin what we had.
Well, there was no reason to dwell on it if I couldn’t change it, no reason for all this stress, right?
With the lights already turned off, I was about to climb into bed when I heard a noise. It wasn’t just any noise; a door had creaked open. Now, my door always creaked open from the wind, so there was no reason to pay attention to it. However, today my nerves were actively making me jumpy. I simply tuned my head and saw that the door was a crack open, light from the hallway streaming through. I walked over and closed the door, returning the complete darkness to the room.
“So, Emma, how was your little date with Ryan?” a male voice asked calmly.
It was Brendon.
I jumped, not knowing where the voice came from. All I knew was that he was somewhere in my bedroom. Did he know everything that happened? Did he know what went on?
“H-How did you get in here?” I asked nervously, my voice shaky and breathy.
“Aw, Emma...” I could just hear Brendon smirking as I heard his footsteps creep towards me. “I guess I’m not the only one that makes you sweat, huh?”
I gasped. He knew. How?
Maybe he was just joking with me. Yeah! That was it! All I had to do was play it cool.
“I...I don’t know what you’re talking about...”
“Oh, come on, we both know I’m not the one you think about in bed anymore...”
There was a hint of intimidation in his tone, but his voice remained calm and collected.
That was true; dreams of innocently loving Brendon had been replaced with heated, surreptitious meetings with Ryan.
“Oh, come on, Emma!” he repeated, his voice raising in volume slightly and getting more aggravated than before. “We both know he isn’t worth it!” I heard him walk towards me again, stopping only when he was so close I could feel his warm breath on my shaken face. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the dark, so I was now able to see his face. His stern face was serious and irritated, yet it remained the same level of calm as it always did.
“I’m so much better than him, Emma. Why would you want anyone else when you have me?” His voice was now poise and calm, as it had been before. He laced his arms around his back and began to pace around my trembling body.
“I’ve got more wit, a better kiss...” he began, whispering into my left ear as he circled around me. “...A hotter touch...” his voice grew softer as he was now behind me, “...a better fuck...” his voice even softer as he now stood at my right, “...than any boy you’ll ever meet, sweetie.”
I was starting to feel sick, the acid in my stomach causing me to feel nausea out of guilt and fright as Brendon returned to his position in front of me. “Tell me, Emma: why would you do something like this...when you have me?” His voice was threatening and daring, yet there was a hint of seductiveness in his voice. “If I look past all the sweat, I don’t see a lover more deserving of me than you, so why?” He began to pace around me again, running a soft finger down my bare shoulder, causing my body to instinctively shiver.
“Exchanging body heat in the backseat of his car... No, we can’t have that...” He made his way, circling around my body until he returned to face me again. “You know it will always just be me.” The sternness of his countenance turned into a seductive, yet menacing one. “But I think I still know how to get that heart of yours beating faster...” My breath was shaky and I was sweating profusely. The shock was setting into my brain, finding a way to make me feel sicker.
“I hope you weren’t expecting to keep this a secret...” he continued.
“No! No, I was going to fess up first thing tomorrow,” I lied nervously.
“Really?” he whispered incredulously. “For some reason, I doubt that.” I gasped as he suddenly placed his hands on my hips and pushed me forward onto my bed, his body on top of me, anchoring me to the bed.
“Brendon!” I whispered loudly, my body trembling extremely now. “What are you doing?!”
He bent down and whispered, “I’m showing you how I can still make your heart beat fast, you dirty girl,” and smirked. The brown eyes that I fell in love with were now filled with mischief.
“He quickly slid his finger along my right shoulder, sliding the strap off, then repeating the action with the right.
I gasped; was he actually doing what I thought he was?! “Brendon!” I exclaimed. “Get off of me!” I used all of my might to push him away, but he was unaffected by my struggles as he slid his shirt over his head with ease.
***
I put a hand to my chest as I lied wide awake in bed; sweaty, naked, in pain, and alone. The normal pleasure of afterglow pain was filled with a blaring sensation of pain. Just pain.
What Brendon had done was immoral and wrong. Sure, what I had done was bad too, but his was against the law! How could he do something like that? To-dare I say it-rape me? I loved him! And he loved me! Was this his way of exacting revenge? I never wanted to hurt him, so I never told him about Ryan. Yet, he wanted revenge, he wanted to hurt me. I never knew someone could be so cruel.
I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep for another time, this time desperately hoping I would fall asleep. I wished dearly that sleep would claim me, since Brendon had already claimed me in other ways that I would never speak of to anyone. Never. Secrets such as those were not ones to be shared or talked about. I wouldn’t dare call the cops; I didn’t want anyone to know. Not my parents in their house in the next town over, not my younger brother, and certainly not the public! No, it was no one’s right to know.
No one had any rights anymore, period. I know I didn't.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Hope you enjoyed it! Comments and criticism are encouraged!
And here are links to my other short stories, in case you are interested:
Liability: moonlightmania.livejournal.com/2410.html
Eternity's Sunrise: moonlightmania.livejournal.com/451.html