—Boogeyman—
Time seems to move in slow motion when I hear the scream come from the bathroom. I stop what I am doing at the counter and run. I’m too late. I’ve never known true fear in my adult life until now when I hear the thwacking sound of her head hitting the side of bathtub as she goes down.
I’m frozen in place as blood trickles from her temple and onto the cheap linoleum floor. Her limbs are outstretched as if she is still trying to prevent the blow.
Snapping out of the shock, I make my way to her and check her pulse. Brushing her tangled wet hair from her face I kiss her lips, they are warm, and her breath tickles my face.
Relief spreads through my veins and I wipe the blood away from her brow. Caring if a bitch lives or dies isn’t something I am used to feeling. Any other time I would dispose of a person and move on.
But I can’t with her. Never with her. Something inside me clicked when I saw her. I knew I wanted her.
I can’t explain it but I feel drawn to her. She reminds me of Kristen. She was my stepsister. The only person who ever really loved me or thought I was worth loving. When I was about seven my dad married her mom. She was eleven at the time. Had long dark hair she kept in braids. I thought she was an angel amidst the Hell I was being raised in. Her mother was nothing but a junkie slut. It wasn't long after she married my dad that she took off one night to get high and never came back. My father never reported her missing. Said it was just gonna be the three of us from there on out.
Kristen took care of me. She was like the mother I never had. My father saw her that way too and often took her to the bed he once shared with her mother.
Kristen would cry. She would plead and beg. I remember the first time he raped her. I had woken up to the sound of her screams and the sound of his belt. I knew the sound of that belt, I had been on the receiving end of his punishments many times.
I remember peering through the keyhole of the lock and seeing her bent over the mattress with her white nightgown pulled up over her bottom. My father stood behind her armed with his belt. I watched, feeling helpless to do anything to stop him.
He beat her and then he fucked her. When he passed out she came out of the room with blood staining her thighs and the remnants of her nightgown in rags in her hands.
I helped her to the shower and took care of her as she had me.
I shake away the memories. The shit I wish I could forget and focus on Shelly.
She is knocked out cold but only appears to have hit her head. She probably has a concussion.
Scooping Shelly’s limp body into my arms, I carry her to the freshly made up bed, careful not to hit her head on anything along the way like the wall.
If she doesn’t wake up I can put her in the hole with that dumb fucker I suppose. Though he isn’t worthy of sharing a grave with her and she deserves better than that. However, it’s all I can give her if need be.
I check her breathing once more before pulling a blanket over her cold and naked form. Her wet hair soaks the pillow, so I go back into the bathroom and get a towel to lay under her head.
Once I’ve laid the towel under her head I go back in the kitchen to put the frozen burritos on a plate and cook them in the microwave.
The timer goes off and I grab the plate and stalk back toward the bedroom to check on Shelly.
Sinking down onto the bed next to her, I pick one of the burritos up off the plate and wave it under her nose hoping the smell will rouse her.
Nothing happens though.
I bite into the tortilla and the meat in the center is cold.
Fucking nasty shit.
I’ve been spoiled by MaryAnn’s cooking at the clubhouse for far too long.
Bet she’s serving up something good tonight too.
My stomach growls and I eat around the edges.
Shelly seems to be sleeping peacefully.
I take the paper plate to the trash and pull out my cell phone to look up about concussions.
I read through the tidbits and return to my sleeping beauty.
Her pulse is strong and when I check her eyes they seem normal.
I wonder if I parted her thighs and got a taste of her sweet pussy if that would wake her. The temptation to try is almost more than I can bare. I told her I wouldn’t fuck her until she asked and I won’t. I always keep my word. Well I did until her. She should be dead, but she isn’t because I spared her. I saved her even if in her eyes I stole her life. The world would be dimmer without her in it.
Exhaustion takes its toll on me, so I lay next to her and allow sleep to claim me.
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When I come to the next morning she is still asleep but has moved to snuggle into my side. I take it as a good sign. I leave her to rest and go about getting the old couch in the living room set outside and prepare for the furniture store to deliver the rest of the new furnishings I had the dead grunt purchase. I don’t want these bastards in the trailer and waking up Shelly, so I order them to unload in the driveway.
After getting everything inside and set up where I want it, I go back to check on her. She’s still asleep and genuine concern for her rises within me.
Snapping my fingers, I attempt to wake her. Nothing happens.
I try clapping my hands together and playing alarms tones on my cell phone.
Nada.
Running my hand over my head I’m getting pissed off.
I gently shake her shoulder. “Time to wake up, sugar tits.”
Silence.
Fuck.
I rear my hand back, open palmed and smack her.
Her head lolls to the side.
Goddamnit.
Ice water should do the trick. Seen my dad do it to my stepmom a few times back when I was a boy. She’d get so fucked up and not know what world she was in. Thought she was dead quite a few times. The old man would bring her back though. First, he would act all concerned. He’d be gentle and kiss her mouth then when she would smile he’d punch her in the teeth.
In the kitchen I get a cup and fill it with ice.
I could put water in it and toss it on her but that would soak the new bed and wouldn’t be as fun as what I have in mind.
Pulling the covers back, my nostrils flare seeing her sexy body bare and ready for the taking.
Fishing an ice cube from the cup I suck it between my lips to melt it a little.
Keeping the single cube between my fingers I rub it over her lips.
They twitch in response, but she doesn’t wake.
I continue to move it along her neck, carving a path to the valley of her breasts. Those perfect tits are taunting me. Daring me to suck those pink buds into my mouth and have a taste of her soft skin. I keep myself in check though, only using the ice to tease her now goosebump covered flesh.
This is pure torture. Having her naked and unable to protest my claiming what I know will be mine.
Her nipples grow taught with my ministrations. Hardened into peaks.
A soft murmur leaves her lips and when I look up at her she’s fucking smiling.
My dick goes hard at the sight of her sweet lips curving upward as our eyes meet.