The Throwbacks: A Compilation Of Four Complete Dark Psychological Romance Novellas(13)

No one knew what I looked like for sure, and the place was far enough away from home that if anyone did remember seeing me they might not put two and two together but still, I wasn’t taking any chances.

By the time I made it back to my truck I already had a plan formed in my head. I had to get home and get things ready, but by hook or by crook Carter Payne is gonna make that little beauty the mother of his children yes sir.





4





Carter





It wasn’t hard at all finding what I needed. I just pulled up the school online, looked through some pictures of the student body, and became disappointed when she wasn’t there.

I wasn’t discouraged for long though. After grabbing some lunch, which could be better, I put her name in one of them social media things and there she was. My heart felt the same as it did in that classroom.

I stared at her picture for a good long while and let that warm feeling envelop me again. Yep, I was sure I was on the right track. That feeling never set me wrong. Every time I’ve had this feeling something good had come of it. As far as I’m concerned, that’s all the proof I need that I am doing the right thing.

I settled down and prepared to learn all there was to know about the woman I had chosen to be the mother of my children. I didn’t let a little thing like conscience play any part in what I was planning. When a thing was right it was right no matter how you brought it about.

She was two months shy of nineteen, which as far as I was concerned was perfect. She couldn’t have done much living yet. Not like some of the things I’d seen go past my computer screen. What in the green hell had the world come to anyway?

It didn’t matter anyway, for what I had in mind she’d do just fine. The fact that every time I looked at her in one of the pictures she had online I wanted to jerk my cock, only solidified things for me. I’ll have to see about getting her some decent clothes though. The stuff she wears tend to look like whoever made them ran out of cloth.

I spent the rest of the day reading her social media pages until I got a good sense of what’s what. She wasn’t from around here, which was good. She had a mama back home in Toledo, but from what little I gathered she wasn’t much of a one so I put that worry out of my mind. The less people missing her when the time comes the better.

I was sure there would be a search at some point, but no one would think to come my way and that’s all I cared about for now. It wasn’t that hard to find out the particulars about where she lived in the little college town.

People ought not be so free with information like that. But it worked in my favor so what do I care? Still I’m gonna have to teach her about the dangers of broadcasting her business to the known world. Nothing good could come of that.

Next I set about getting the place ready for company. I didn’t really care that I was about to become everything people had whispered about me over the years. I know me living out here on my own looking like old Grizzly Adams, scaring everyone off; people tend to get notions about a feller like that. So what?

I wasn’t anything like they thought, but I wasn’t much interested in proving myself to them one way or the other so it was a moot point. Truth is I knew quite a lot about those civilized citizens in town and wouldn’t wish to be like nary a one of ‘em.

Who wasn’t sleeping with their neighbor’s sweetheart, was robbing their friends and so forth. No wonder daddy always warned me to steer clear. If the way they did things was the acceptable way, then no thank you. I’ll just do things the way that seem best to me and be the happier for it.

I nailed down the windows in the bedroom where I figured she’d be spending most of her time in the beginning. Next, I put a new lock on the outside of the bedroom door and one on the front and back doors as well just in case.

When I was done with the house, I went out to the barn and cut me some rope, whistling all the while. All in all it was a good deal. I’d already found a bride, and made her home ready. All that was left was to go get her.

That night, I sat down and worked out a plan of action. It was like a game to me, my own mating ritual if you will. Only I knew what I was after but that was okay.

I was sure that in the end my angel would fall in line. I wasn’t planning to mistreat her after all, but to treat her the way all women ought to be.

I knew because my daddy had told me long ago that it was a woman’s place to give her man as many children as her body could hold, just as it was a man’s place to provide for his family, and not just food and shelter, but love. I figure I was halfway there already. If the way she stays on my mind is anything to go by anyhow.

I figured since I had the means to take care of her, the girl would be happy with her plight before long. In most of her social media posts she was always complaining about life. I figure my kid in her belly would give her something to focus on.

Out here she wouldn’t have much to worry about because there won’t be anyone around to bother her or stress her as she puts it. All she’d have to do for the rest of her days is raise my babies and keep me company; no stress in that.

I plan to treat her well so she would have all the love she could ever need, and with me she wouldn’t have to worry about cheating and such like she and her girlfriends be talking about on that Facebook.





5





Macy





I’m not sure but I could swear someone is following me. I’ve had this strange feeling for the past few weeks, but every time I look around there’s never anyone there. Still I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.

I probably should’ve said something to someone, but I felt silly since I had no proof. That night I came back to the dorm from my job at the diner where I’d walked my feet into the ground, and not for the first time wished I could be like one of those trust fund babies whose daddies had deep pockets.

I knew getting an education was the only way to break the cycle of trailer trash teenage motherhood that was prevalent where I came from, but some days I wished things could be easier.

I wish I could just concentrate on school and not have to worry about anything else, but my scholarship didn’t cover much more than my classes and the room I shared with my roommate. I still had to feed and clothe myself.

Mom was no help; all her money was spent on booze and whatever no good man she was shacking up with at the moment. I fumed silently as I took my shower before bed.

I turned out the lights and fell into sleep the way I always do after a long night slinging hash and grits. I don’t know how much time had gone by, how long I was out before I felt something or someone in the room with me.

Somehow, I knew it wasn’t my roommate because of the way the person seemed to stay in the shadows. Great, the one night she was away. I kept my eyes closed as sudden fear overtook me. I wanted to jump off the bed and run but my limbs refused to work.

I sensed movement coming from the corner and squeezed my eyes shut tighter. He was coming closer. I don’t know how I knew it was a male, but who else would sneak into my room in the middle of the damn night?

When I felt as if the intruder was leaning over me in the little twin bed, I willed myself not to open my eyes. I knew if he knew I was awake that might only make things worse. I remained still, my body tense as I awaited his next move.

I felt his hand gently brush the hair at my temple and held my breath. “Soon Angel.” I think that’s what the dark shadow said. What did he mean? I stupidly opened my eyes when the hand on my brow went away, but by the time they adjusted to the dark whoever he was-was gone.

I put it down to my overactive imagination or tried to, but somehow I wasn’t convinced. It could be that I was so tired my mind was playing tricks on me. I mean who in their right mind would sneak into my room? I didn’t know anyone here, hadn’t had time between school and work to form any friendships.

By the next morning, I put the whole thing out of my mind and went on with my life.





Carter





I’ve kept myself busy gathering all the personal information I could on my angel. I went through her garbage, followed her to and from work, and in the daytime while she was in class I read up on all I’d need to take care of a nurturing mother to be.

After that one night when I’d slipped into her room and had almost been caught, I’d satisfied myself with watching her from afar. The little chart I’d started keeping after finding the tampons in her trash told me all I needed to know about her breeding season, and I knew down to the day when I would snatch her and bring her home.

As the day drew near, I grew more and more excited at the change my life was about to take. I didn’t let myself think of what could go wrong, and in the end I decided to take her one day early just in case something did go amiss.

I’d held myself back from jacking off to the pictures I’d snapped of her that night when I’d broken into her apartment, four days ago. I wanted my seed to be potent so that she’d catch on the first try. I was already born by the time daddy was my age and mama wasn’t much older than she is now.

Besides if I wanted to have as many kids as I planned on it was best she get started now. I didn’t want her body to wear out and all the books said she should be done having kids by the age of thirty. That gave us eleven years. I figure six kids in that amount of time was just fine.