Thomas

Isn’t it funny how you know you’re doing something bad and you still do it? Every bad mistake I have made, I knew in advance it was a bad mistake. You always apologize, but the fact is you’re not apologizing for doing it. You are apologizing for getting caught. We plan to lie to someone, we plan to call in sick from work when you’re not sick. You plan to cheat on your taxes or you plan to cheat on your significant other. Mistakes are never done without proper planning.

Hannah is sitting in my car and I am taking her home with me. She is the biggest fucking mistake I have made. The worst part is I have made the mistake with her three times now. Mistake number one was letting her walk away after she became the witness. Mistake number two was killing Stan in front of her and letting her watch me dispose of the fucking body. Mistake three is probably the most dangerous one for me…taking her home.

What will Oliver think if he gets ahold of this information? I tried to get rid of her twice now. There was no way in hell I could let her walk home with her dress half torn off. I could have offered her a jacket, but what kind of man would I have been? When I found out she lives above that damn bar, my heart sunk. I know my heart may appear to be to fucking small to sink, but it sunk. I can’t count how many times the Deluca’s have had to talk to those bar owners about selling drugs to the kids in our neighborhood. They have no boundaries and I wouldn’t doubt that they would take advantage of Hannah.

I asked her for a different place I could drop her off. She said I could take her to her parents’ house. If my heart sunk at the bar, it was ripped out when I saw her parents’ home. I know there are people that are down on their luck. There are rich people and there are poor people. Not everyone has the money that I may have. Hannah’s parents are alcoholics and have drank themselves into this piss poor position. Hannah’s eyes were filled with tears, I was standing next to her and her mother didn’t even ask her what’s wrong? She didn’t question who the hell I was? If I ever have a daughter and she showed up at my house with a strange man with tears in her eyes, I would beat the guys ass first and ask questions later.

Her father was another story entirely. I didn’t like how he looked at his daughter. I don’t know why I felt the need to protect her, but I did. I know he is her father, but I just couldn’t leave her there knowing he was drunk. I grabbed Hannah’s hand and left with her. She didn’t protest, which is probably because she was shocked. I was shocked too… I kicked my own ass while I walked to the driver’s seat. Hannah is a complication that I don’t need or want. I am so angry on the drive home, that my windows steamed. I tried to calm myself down. I tried counting to myself and thinking about something pleasant. The only thing I could think about was the woman next to me. I tensed each time she lifted her arm to push up her glasses.

“why are you doing this Fred?” Hannah whispers as I stare at the stop light. I haven’t said two words since I put her in the car. What can I possibly say to her? I take a deep breath and glance at her, staring into her eyes

“Thomas” I whisper as the light changes and I hit the gas

“What?”

“My name is Thomas. Stop calling me Fred.” I tell her, and she sighs

“Then why are you doing this Thomas?” her brow creased with worry

“The hell if I know.” I tell her, and she doesn’t ask again.

I live in a very nice neighborhood in the city. I was able to pay cash when I bought my three-story townhouse. I worked hard for what I have, even if it left bodies along the way. I could see the shock on Hannah’s face when I pulled into the driveway of my gated home. I walked over and opened the door for her and she hesitated before getting out.

Hannah’s eyes practically bulged out of her head once she walked inside. She looked around and touched my black leather couch and looked back at me in surprise. I suppose she thought I would live in a dump because I am a killer? She paces around the room looking at the large flat screen tv that is hung above my fireplace. I think I hear her gasp when she sees the black leather chaise.

“I guess crime pays huh?” she whispers as she looks at me and falls onto the chaise. I nod and walk to my bedroom to get her something to sleep in.

When I return to the room Hannah had fallen asleep where I left her. I sit across from her thinking about how I am going to get myself out of this situation. She looks so peaceful and beautiful while she is sleep. I can’t let her stay here, but I can’t let her go back home either. In a few hours someone is going to notice Stan is missing. Is Hannah expecting to go back to the diner tomorrow? I can’t keep her from going, it will look suspicious. Will I have to drop her off? That will really look suspicious.

I can’t just go to bed and let her lay here. She will bolt when she wakes up. I don’t want to have to track her down again. She is too smart to get caught by me twice. I gently lift her off the chaise as she moans and wraps her arm around my neck. When I lay her on my bed, she moves to her side. I take off her glasses and place them on my night stand. I lay down next to her and pray this girl doesn’t become my fucking kryptonite.

I stare at the ceiling most of the night. I am wide awake and have too much pent-up energy to sleep. There is only one way I relieve this kind of energy and I know it’s not option now. Hannah moves a lot in her sleep and she manages to put her leg over mine. I roll my eyes as I am so hard right now that my dick Is practically lifting the blanket off me. Hannah shifts more towards me in her sleep and before I realize what’s happening her arm is over me and her hand is laying on my hard dick. If she makes any more adjustments I will fucking cum. I try not to move as she moans and squeezes my dick. When I notice her tense, I turn to look at her and her eyes are the size of fucking saucers and I can tell she isn’t breathing. Hannah turns an odd shade of red and jumps out of the bed.

“oh my God…oh my God…. Oh my God.” She keeps chanting as I sit up in the bed watching her freak out

“It’s ok. Calm down” I tell her, and she shakes her head and starts to pace while refusing to look at me

“It’s not ok! What are you doing in MY Bed?!” she yells at me and I am taken aback at being yelled at in my own home. One of the few times I am being nice, I get yelled at? I take a deep breath to calm myself before responding.

“This is my house. You fell asleep and I put you to bed. It’s called being nice.” I tell her, and she stops to look at me

“You climbed into bed with me and you think that’s being nice?” She asks, and I can hear the sarcasm oozing out of her and I don’t like it… at all.

“I think it’s nice that I am letting you live. I think it’s nice that instead of dropping your ass off in that little rat hole that you call a home and the even bigger rat hole that your parents live in, I brought you back to my home. I also think it’s nice that instead of letting you sleep on the chaise that I brought you to my comfy bed.” I tell her, and her eyes stare back at me. I can tell that I have pissed her off and I brace myself for the fight.

“Fuck you. I am being nice by not calling the cops.” Her cold voice threatens me, and I take a breath to try to control my temper.

“Are you threatening me Sweetheart?” I grinned and straightened my shoulders. I slowly walk towards her and she start to back away from me. She gasps when her back hits the wall and she has the nerve to smile at me as I narrow my eyes.

“What if I am? What are you going to do to me Thomas? Are you going to kill me and take me out of my misery? Go ahead do it.” She pleads, and I am standing close enough to her that I can feel her heart racing.

I grab both of her arms pulling her against me and slam my mouth onto hers. Hannah’s hands move down to my chest and instead of pushing me away, she pulls me closer. I turn her around and walk us back towards the bed. I growl as I yank her skirt up and move her panties to the side. I push two fingers inside her and when she turns her head, I take her mouth. Hannah groans as she lifts her ass trying to ride my fingers and I push and pull my fingers in and out of her.

“You are so fucking wet. You’re dripping for my dick aren’t you sweetheart?” I whispered against her ear as her trembling limbs clung me to me. I pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean before pulling my own pants down. Hannah is on all four and I slam into her from behind. I slam into her repeatedly thinking about the frustration this woman has caused me. As my grip tightened my attitude became more serious. She shouldn’t have been in that damn alley. She shouldn’t’ have been in that damn diner alone with Stan. She shouldn’t have been in my damn bed tonight. With each thought my thrust became a little harder.

Hannah moans as she starts to push herself on my cock and it occurs to me that she is fucking me as hard as I am fucking her. She reaches behind trying to touch me and I push her hands away pinching her clit.

I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her closer to me. Hannah gets wetter and pushes her ass against me.

“Do you like my hands around your throat, with my cock inside you?” I moan into her ear while my climax gets closer and closer.

I thrust three more times into the warmest, tightest pussy I have ever been in and once she comes I follow. She settles back, she almost seemed to enjoy the feel of my arms around her.

Hannah and I collapse as we lay next to each other in silence. I just fucked a witness, a witness that just threatened to go to the cops. I have lost control of this situation.

I wish I could blame this situation on someone else, but I can’t. Maybe I should blame Frank Deluca? If he wouldn’t have made killing women off limits, I wouldn’t be in this situation.