YOUNG AND RECKLESS.
That's how both Sabrina and I are. The wind rushes against my face, almost kidnapping my breath. I can't help by smile, and I flicker my eyes around the outside world. Large trees almost engulf the sun, but it manages to find me.
I smile, feeling blessed. Sabrina is driving me to a dance studio that she's familiar with. I'm kinda in a dream but, when I pinch myself I'm still here. We finally come to the studio... And I'm shocked... It's the B.O.B. Dance Studio... The biggest studio there is in Utah!
Although the presence of a white-bricked building isn't special, I feel as if it holds a great future for me.
"Sabrina, you can't be serious?" I say in surprise as I exit the car. She simply nods at me.
"I've never joked around hon. Get in,"
I get out of the car, my heart in my throat.
***
A couple of hours pass.
There's a huge line for auditions. We checked in at the centre where it was painted dark purple. We then found ourselves in the waiting line, apparently, Sabrina knew about auditions. I can't imagine myself in the studio actually dancing.
"So how long have you been dancing?" She asks.
"Since I was small. I saved my money in my... piggy bank and I raised enough money to go to dance class." I reply.
"For how long?"
" 2 months... I didn't have more money." I don't get the reaction that I thought. I'm still finding it hard to believe that I'm becoming closer and closer to one of my enemies. Memories of me dancing across the stage, captivating the audience makes my heart swell.
The past is the past, but I still wish I could relive it one more time.
"At least you got a chance... But it's nice to see you..." I stop her and continue her sentence.
"... Trying something new? It's not, but I don't know I feel like a princess (we both giggle) when I dance."
"So you found what makes you happy?" I look at her. She understands me... That's all I ever wanted.
"Well not all of me happy."
"So... You want sex?" She asks.
"No. I don't want good sex or anything like that. I want more... I want someone to take care of me and someone I can lean on so I don't fall down like the twin towers."
She gets me one hundred percent, I can tell from her facial reaction.
"So do you know who Mr. Right is?" She asks, finding interest in my personal love life. She does what to know about me. She's like the sister I never had.
"I thought it was Drake, but it turns out... He wasn't the one." She gasps. I know she's about to tell me something that she didn't want me or anyone to know.
"Same with me... He proposed to me... Because I reminded him of you. I said yes because he showered me with whatever I wanted." I look at her like a true sister. I don't say anything because I just start to think of Drake. I miss his great big laugh or his charming quotes he'd use around me to impress me.
"So, do you think that Nate the big great is your Mr. Right?" She asks. I had taken him out of my mind and I'm reminded of him yet again. My mind directly goes to his chest when I think of him. I remember every detail of his six-pack. My mind tries to erase him but something is holding him.
"Thanks for reminding me Sab," She sighs out loud. She's now trying so hard.
"Samantha... Just give him a chance." She says.
"I want to but, I'm a killer... I can't date him and he's related to you which would be awkward in a family portrait." I say.
"That doesn't make sense." I feel anger, but I decide not to drown in it.
"You know what I mean... So let's change the subject."
"Before we do... Nathan likes dancers." I want to make a joke. I have no thoughts what so ever so I just say something at random.
"You had to say that!" We both laugh. Everyone is looking at us. We quickly stop as we don't want to draw too much attention to ourselves. Then I remember something.
"Wait, who's looking for Todd?" I ask desperately.
"Relax... He's with (she smiles.) Nathan," she begins to say. "Now tell the truth, do you like sex? You come across as a person who fucks to get attention."
"You asked a good question. I'm not in it for love, although sometimes I think I want to love. However, I like to have sex. It's natural... and I have another question (I'm becoming more like her.) How did you know where I was staying at." I ask.
"Oh, I heard this teenager talking about you with her friends... Is it true that you threw her book?" As I'm about to make an excuse I hear my name.
"Anna Ripply... May you come please?" Says a red-haired woman.
"Yes!" I say as I feel my nerves attacking my weak body.
"Don't be nervous! Pretend you're in a bubble and you're alone! Trust me... This is your moment and nobody can ruin it." Sabrina says.
I hug her.
I dash to the woman and open the door. I walk in the room and it's huge. You could fit a whole house, maybe even two! The room is a simple one. The walls seem like the ones outside and the floor is covered in Gymnastic Mattresses. I look at the man and the two women sitting.
In front of them is a desk where they have papers and a CD player. I think the man is about 35. He isn't that attractive but he seems cute kinda... he seems like he could seduce a girl but I don't think he has a funny bone. I tell myself not to focus on any sexual aspects as it could really do damage to me.
The two women next to him are in their late forties. Both of them are brunettes with braids, blue eyes and they're also serious.
"Name!" Says the first woman.
"Um... Uh Anna Ripply ma'am," I say nervously. The man leans in his chair and smiles. He starts to whisper to the first woman.
"She's the author... Remember." My ear manages to catch the whisper which gives me great pleasure.
"Well Ann, my name is Elizabeth..." She says but I stop her.
"Can I call you Liz or Eliza?" I say trying to give them a sense of humor, which they probably won't expect. She looks at me like I've walked in nude. She acts as if her ear didn't catch that sentence. The man, however, expects the sense of humor I give him and give me a little grin.
"I'm Elizabeth, this is Mr. O'Brian... Brad O'Brian and this is Monica." I tell myself to curtsy in front of them. Giving someone a first impression is one of the best things to do, even though I feel they don't count. So, if kissing up to them and giving them a curtsy is what I need to give me a few extra points, I will gladly do so.
"Pleased to meet you."
"Yes of course you are... Now here's what we are going to do... I play music you improvise to it." These women are driving me insane, which is terrific! When I'm mad I usually deliver. I know I'm going to get through.
"Sure, why not?" She presses a button. Music starts to play. Right away music runs to my ear. I try to relax and I take a deep breath.
Lose yourself in the music.
I move on my toes. Step and step. Remember what coach said... Be a bird spinning into the sky. I try to seduce them with my eyes and I do a pirouette. Still nothing... I do three. I'm getting a little dizzy.
That is not stopping me, I try my hardest to avoid it. I shouldn't be afraid of a dance move, it should be afraid of me. I try to get lost in the music and acting like I'm lost in the room. I've won Mr. O'Brian over. Monica is getting more interested by grinning at me. I can tell by her eyes and she's also tapping her index finger. I stop and lean forward. My right leg is behind me and it's going up. I notice that Liz is looking at her watch. I'm getting angrier.
Get her attention, Sam!
I jump and do another pirouette at the same time. I've won Monica and I'm almost there with Liz. I land with my feet in the position that I wanted them to be in. I suddenly start to hear the music getting higher. That's a sign that it's ending. As the last notes are fading I jump and do a split. That was my big finale, hopefully, it's enough to impress all of them.
The audition only ran for about two minutes, barely enough to show them all of my moves.
Mr. O'Brian and Monica start clapping, but they don't seem as enthusiastic as I had desired. Liz doesn't seem amazed and claps with her two index fingers. I'm just relieved that I did well.
"I hate people but, not you. You seem to have talent and I'm voting for you sweetheart." Says Monica giving me a delightful wink. My heart is dancing itself. Thank god I've won her over. I turn my head and look and pay attention to Mr. O'Brian. He seems very happy and I already expect him to say yes to me.
"I agree with Monica you definitely have talent and I want to see more."
"Thank you!" Last but not least Liz. I feel like biting my nails but then I would seem like was a child. I wait in anticipation, eagerly wanting her to give me the answer.
"Well I wasn't impressed but we need some dancers that can move so you can come."
"Really thank you so much!" I jump with excitement and O'Brian seems overjoyed for me as well. I scurry out of the room and hop into the waiting room. I'm excited and jumping with joy, I don't care what anybody thinks of me. I should care what I think of myself. Everyone is looking at me showing me how unimpressed they are.
"Sabrina, I got in! I got in!"
I run to her and hug her! Her arms are wide out for me and they hug me hard. Riveting emotions are coursing through my body, almost fucking each other! Thank god! Sabrina is the best sister. Oh my god, is Sabrina becoming close to me?
***
A day drifts very quickly. Yesterday was one of the few days that made me happy since I got accepted into my dream dance school.
I haven't slept for 18 hours. I still feel hyper and I made Sabrina buy some ballet shoes for me. I surround myself with beautiful relaxing piano music. It shines my mindset, making me get lost in it. I get more relaxed every time I hear the music. I'm in the large living room, which has a ton of space... Perfect for dancing!
All right Samantha, move it.
I take two steps forward and two back. A smile is born on my face. I start to get into the music then my smile is shot to death. A dark thought takes over my mind.
What if Anna knows or finds out that I'm pretending to be her?
I dash to Sabrina's bedroom forgetting that fact that's it's only three o'clock in the morning. Bad timing, but I don't care. This involves her too and it might wreck our relationship.
"Sabrina! Sabrina wake up." I say while pushing her body. Her eyes quickly open, and her fear explodes around the room.
"What happened!? Are you hurt!?" She asks with her heart in her throat. Her eyes are popped out of her eye sockets.
"No, I just thought of something important!" She sighs out loud bringing me to wonder about the mistake I had just committed.
"And it couldn't wait!? For six more fucking hours?!"
"What if Anna finds out that I'm pretending to be her!?" Sabrina snaps out her sleep, I know she feels the same fear I am experiencing.
"Listen, I don't give the best advice when I'm asleep... But she won't find out for 2 reasons... One she's in a different state... We are in a small town where nobody gives a shit. Do you understand!? Nobody cares at all. Second, you have nothing to worry about. If it bothers you so much, I'll call her tomorrow and you should make more distractions for yourself!"
She takes a deep breath from her nice speech and falls back on the bed. She deeply desires to enter her world of relaxation I had pulled her out of.
"Samantha, I really want to be friends with you, so just try to get some sleep alright? The more power you give it, the stronger it'll get and don't think about that night."
I go to bed right away, running away from her. I can't stop thinking about Anna. The thoughts are crawling like a spider in my head. Then I remember what happened that night that I dreaded.
I was in my room studying for finals. My brain was consuming the words in my textbook that had been open for hours. Even if I blinked for a moment, I could still see those words. It wasn't the best thing to do on a Saturday night, but it was a fantastic way to get rid of Anna.
Fred had been out Rachel and still was. Everything was silent, no matter how much I tried, I couldn't hear a single noise. I then heard the front door being opened. It seemed different, it seemed calmer as usual.
"Anna! Rachel and I are home!" My father said gracefully. Rachel made him happy, which made him not pay attention to me. I thanked Rachel from distracting my father's fists from attacking me.
"Don't care!" Said Anna. I didn't think much of it. It was a typical night. The wind had been blowing all day and it kept tapping my window, causing me to lose some of my concentration. The phone began to ring, but I didn't answer it.
I heard Anna answering though. I wanted to get back to studying but only fifty percent of my mind was focused. I felt greedy, thinking that I deserved a break from all of these words that circled through my head. As I headed for the door I heard Anna's conversation. It sounded as if she was keeping her words to herself.
"No, stay there!-"
"-Because I don't want a lot of people Kelly! Yes, tell Sabrina, Drake, Albert, and Jessica to keep their mouths shut!"
"-Of course, they know! Yes, Martin is here... I gotta go, bye."
After she finished my mind instantly began to spin like wild. My mind began to give birth to many questions, which I couldn't answer.
What was she talking about? Martin is here?
I didn't know what to think of it. Even if I did know, I don't think I could have stopped it. A loud thunder of a gunshot crashed the whole house, bringing a scream which belonged to Rachel.
"Samantha! What the fuck are you doing! Drop the gun!" I heard Rachel cry out loud. She was covered in misery, lying in her own fear. I wanted to help her but as I grabbed the doorknob, I thought for a moment.
It's better for one to die than two.
If I stayed up there where I was, I'd still have a chance. I prayed for her before I quickly shut the door. I locked it but when I did, my fear was thumping and hurting my body. I felt the rough blood rush to my head causing the temperature of my body to rise.
"Go get her!" Said Anna.
At that moment, I saw my life. Was it to continue or was it to end in cold blood? I remember going to the window and I found that it was locked. I instantly die in disbelief, then I turn around and I see the bed.
No, I'm not hiding there.
Of course, I didn't hide. I wanted to face Martin so I grabbed my little pocketknife. I knew he wouldn't be armed! He relied on his 18-year-old muscles, which could charm a woman. The doorknob started to move causing my mental well being to move.
"Open the door little whore!" He roared in anger.
With all of his power, he slammed the blunt door open. I remember I tried to stab him but I missed. My hand desperately tried to slash him in the neck but I forgot making the first move would lead to failure.
That was a mistake that I would regret for a long time. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the hallway. I felt as if my skull was being stung and as if my hair was going to be ripped out of my skull.
"I've always had a thing for you." He cries out to me and presses his thick hardcore body onto me.
I didn't reply at all, I didn't want him to hear my voice. Anna came up the stairs. Her feet slammed the floor harder each time she took a step. She was cleaning the handgun to possibly remove fingerprints. Carefully, the gun was laid right next to me, and her lips came in contact with his.
"I love you, baby... Remember after this, we get all the money from her." He said with his award-winning smile on his face.
After they shared their kiss they parted their ways. Finally, when we were alone (besides my dad's corpse and Rachel's unconscious body) I noticed that Anna had a lot of bruises and she has a gunshot wound on her leg.
"You killed them, and if you tell anyone I'll kill you." She shut the camera off, and in a matter of moments before the police arrived.
I was quickly dragged across the room and Anna went outside crying to the cops.
"She killed them!" Those were her first words to the police. I was then charged with one count of first-degree murder and two counts of attempted murder.
***
A slap to the face wakes me up instantly.
I open my eyes to find the soft hand on my cheek, a hand belonging to Sabrina. She smiles and moves it slowly away, as I shudder from its coldness. I'll take a chance on this woman. Her right-hand climbs onto my left breast and rubs it.
Her touch is so light, it feels so soothing, so relaxing. I cannot move, nor can my vocal cords. She closes her eye gently when she parts her lips. She hotly kisses me, carefully sucking my lips. Our eyes connect, that's when I realize she wants me badly.
She craves me, and I crave her delicious lips. She circles her left-hand onto my legs, gently finding my thigh. It feels like a sensitive massage. I don't pay much attention to it since I find her face buried beneath my breasts.
"I'm taking it off," she murmurs and carefully lifts my shirt off. The cold air touches my bare breasts, and I shudder in sensual fear. I try to move back but, she won't allow it. Grabbing me, she pulls me back down and once again, buries herself between my breasts.
Soothing kisses are bestowed upon me, tender and warm. The dark blue consumes the entire room as I completely wake up from my dream.
"Sabrina,"
"Shhh," she grabs me by the hand, her eyes still united with mine. Her lips become one with my hand. Climbing on top of me, she gets a hold of both of my arms, spreading them apart.
"Keep them like that," she whispers into my ear, before biting it. The pain isn't sharp but delicate. She gives me the gift of her lips, as they become attached to mine.
I can't escape them. I must enjoy the damp dank lips. Her saliva fills my mouth, as well as her silky tongue. It hunts my tongue down and basically fucks it. The lack of oxygen coursing through my body forces me to shut my eyes. I don't want the burning kisses to stop, it's the one thing that'll keep me living.
Her hands clutch my breasts really tight, producing a few squirms. I shiver as I feel them slowly harden. My eyes widen as I try to push Sabrina away. I'm successful, I take deep and heavy breaths.
She watches in sadness, I can tell something is wrong. I don't bother to ask her, instead I crawl up to her. She stands there nude, and I quickly rush to her vagina.
"I'll fuck you," I whisper. I push my head against her pubic area, causing her to fall on my bed. I flick my tongue at the hood of her sex and get a taste of the girl. It's a taste I need.
She doesn't moan, she just smiles and clenches against the bed. I'm angry that she's not moaning. I curl my fingers into a hook and slip them into her. The flow of her insides makes me quiver. Wet and moist, I hit Sabrina G-Spot and bang at her sides.
It's rough, it's not joking. The pressure bobs into her, and I succeed at making her moan hard.
"You’ve officially been ravaged!” She yells.
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Book 2, Sinner, Releasing February 24th