Possession(11)

Bit by bit, he pulls me to him, and bit by bit, I lose a part of myself to this monster. He once told me he wasn’t a monster, but I see it inside of him. I see that part of him simmering near the surface.

With his hands touching everywhere but where I actually want him to touch, I do something I would never normally do. I pull at his hand to try and get him to feel my breast. “Evelyn, stop,” he urges against my mouth. “I’m barely hanging on to restraint as it is. Fuck, you taste incredible.”

He attacks my mouth again, and my mind is awash with something new. Is this lust? This feeling that I will burst soon if he doesn’t do something to relieve this throbbing ache in my stomach and between my legs? I feel desperate. Desperate for him to act, desperate for him to push this further, and desperate for him to claim me as he so constantly tells me he will.

My mind doesn’t want to give into this man, but right now, the feel of him, the smell of him, and the taste of him is intoxicating me beyond rational thought. As if in tune with one another, our tongues dance, coaxing each other to open up. For some reason, I can’t break away.

But, just as we’re losing ourselves within each other, the sound of someone clearing her throat alerts me to the fact that we’re in a cinema, and we’re not alone.

Snapping back from Drake, I hear his growl of discontent as I stare like a deer caught in the headlights at Mandy, who is standing in the row below us with her phone pointing in our direction. She smirks, noticing my flushed cheeks and messed up hair. Straightening myself up, I pull my hair out of my ponytail and try to compose myself.

“What was that about not wanting to rip his clothes off?” She raises one eyebrow at me before smiling and saying, “I’ll send you the video later.”

I scowl at Mandy’s smug grin, but notice her smirk has disappeared the moment she looks at Drake. She immediately turns, sitting down with Reese and the other guy. My attention turns straight to Drake. He looks both flustered and pissed off at the same time. As he straightens his suit jacket, he catches me staring and leans over to speak to me. “In a way, I’m kind of glad Mandy interrupted us, but I’m pissed at her at the same time. That’s the first time you’ve opened up to me. If I had known that all it would have taken was a kiss from me to make that happen, I would have done it ages ago.” Suddenly, he shakes his head. “Four months is a fucking long time.”

Grabbing my hand again, he says no more, and soon afterwards the film starts. But no matter how much I wanted to concentrate on the film, I just couldn’t get my mind off of Drake’s smell, Drake’s touch, and Drake’s lingering kiss. New feelings I don’t want come crashing over me like a wave. I don’t want to give in to them, but he makes me want to.

For the first time ever, I feel like fighting him is going to be a losing battle.





Age Thirteen


My parents are entertaining those men again. I don’t know who they are, and normally I’m told to stay up in my bedroom and not come out. One night when they were here, my curiosity got the better of me, and I came downstairs to take a look at what was so secretive that I had to go to my room and keep my door shut. When I spotted one man, I could see why. If ever there was a man who was evil personified, this guy was definitely him. His eyes held something so poisonous that the urge to run away was instinctive. He also had a scar on his face which ran from his eye down to his lips. It looked ghastly.

Since then, whenever I know he’s here, I stay in my room and lock my door. I didn’t get to see whoever else was there, and by the looks of what I saw in him, I didn’t want to.

Tonight is no exception. In fact, I would do anything to not be here right now. Clutching my phone, I contemplate texting Drake. He bought me this phone a few months ago and told me to use it whenever I wanted. He’s been quite the constant in my life now, and every time I know he’s visiting, butterflies swarm my stomach. I like it when he visits as my parents behave themselves. They’re actually nice to me, which is an unusual occurrence.

As I stare down at my phone, a sound coming from behind my door makes me jump. I can hear footsteps, then creaking. Sucking in my breath, I stay still, staring at the handle on my door. My heart thumps against my chest as the sound of something even worse comes.

The sound of silence.

Clutching the phone to my chest, I try hard not to breathe too loudly, but the more I try not to, the more my breaths seem to want to leak out in bursts. The sound of nothing continues, and it seems to go on forever. I continue to stare at the door as if it will somehow move. It can’t move because I made sure I locked it when they arrived.