Chapter 23

Emily was in her room changing her shirt from the club, the smell from Alex's
blood on it was too much for her. She tried not to scream in pain from her
hand in the effort of buttoning the shirt. The only clean shirt she had
buttoned in the front. "Damn it. Why didn't I do laundry today?" Emily said.
Out of frustration, she gave up on the three top buttons and made her way to
the living room while Kian made a bag of ice for her hand. He sat down next
to her placing it on her hand; she gave him a look of pain while the ice
began to numb her fingers. Kian couldn't help but notice the openness of her
blouse, seeing the top of her red silk bra.
"Didn't know I had such a violet girlfriend." Kian said smiling trying to
hide the hardness of the event. A smile crossed Emily's lips following a kiss
on the cheek.
"Thanks for coming for me." She said laying her head on his shoulder.
"Sidney said that someone had upset you at the club. Do you want to talk
about it?" Kian finally asked. He had tried coming up with the right way to
ask her, he didn't want to push her away. Sidney had called Kian from her
house when her and Mark had got there. She told Kian about how spooked Emily
got and about her ex being in jail. Kian listened to Sidney as she explained
the details in the bathroom, his heart breaking from Emily's terror. He would
do anything to take away her pain, to make her life happy and to make her
future bright.  
"Kian, I really don't want to talk about it now." Emily said moving away from
him. The night of seeing the guy who looked just like David, the fight and
being in jail was too much. She just wanted to be with Kian, without
restrictions.
"Emily, I feel so helpless..." Kian felt Emily's sweet lips on his pulling
him closer to her. She ran her hands along his neck pressing him hard against
her. Kian placed his arm around her small waist and began caressing her back
with the other hand.
"Kian, I need to feel close to you." Emily softly whispered in his ear, she
began unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands were shaking with excitement and fear;
she slid his shirt off running her hands slowly over his absolute pure skin.
She slowly kissed his chest, as her tongue ran across his nipples. Kian
closed his eyes in the stimulation of Emily's mouth and tongue. Kian leaned
into Emily, raising her chin up to him and kissed her lips, lingering in the
swapping of their tongues. His hands ran down her shoulders to the center of
her chest, tenderly kissing her milky skin, moving down to her blouse. He
began unbuttoning her blouse with his mouth; Emily ran her fingers through
his hair as he proceeded. After the final button was released, Kian
delicately leaned her down on the couch. Emily reached for Kian's pants; pull
his belt through the hoops. She threw the belt to the floor as Kian traced
her skin along her bra, finding the front clasp and releasing it. She lay
before him exposed as he lay on top of her. The touch of their skin felt so
right, so perfect. Kian reached for the bag of ice, slowly getting out an ice
cube. He put the cube in his mouth and leisurely began running the coldness
against her skin. She moved in the excitement as the ice cube made her
release a moan from her lips. Kian moved up her neck with the cube still in
his mouth and then to her lips. Emily sucked the ice cube from his mouth as
the frostiness went down her throat.
"I love you, Emily." Kian whispered in her ear, moving his lips again down
the center of her chest, stopping at her breast, his hands feeling her
womanly urges and kissing down to her stomach.  Emily closed her eyes, trying
to get lost in the moment. It had been so long since she felt so close to a
man. She wanted to know what it felt like to feel the unadulterated pleasure
of a man. To give up herself completely and let a man show her what it feels
like to see heaven, to be in heaven and then to feel the devilish sin of sex.
Her hands ran down his back, scratching her way to the firmness of his ass,
squeezing the muscles as he began the motion of excitement.
"Kian." Emily said; he looked up at her smiling. "I love you." She said.
"You don't have to tell me that." Kian said moving to her beautiful face. "I
am so pleased that you did but you don't have to say it." He kissed her lips,
even more passionately.
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it." Emily encouraged the next
course of action by unbuttoning his pants, kissing his chest as she did so.
His gray boxers were before her as she began fondling his...
"No, I can't!" She screamed. She jumped up, throwing Kian off of her and
stood covering her bare chest.
"Emily, honey. What? What did I do?" Kian asked standing up, reaching for her.
"No. I just can't do this. I thought I was ready, I thought I could..." Emily
stopped wiping the tear that was falling down her face.
"Please, tell me." Kian took a step towards her.
"NO! Stay away from me!" She pushed Kian away. "You can't do this to me. You
can't hurt me anymore. I said no and I mean no!" Emily's yelled and ran down
the hallway. Kian stood stunned as the bathroom door slammed. He jumped in
the noise, his heart sinking.
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Andrea slowly entered the dark house. She closed the door seeing the
flickering of the TV in the distant. She saw Shane sprawled on the couch
wearing nothing but his boxers with one hand on the remote and the other hand
holding a glass of vodka. Once again, he was drunk on the couch. She slipped
into the bedroom, removed her clothes and threw her shirt in the trash. There
was blood all over it and she was not in the mood for explaining anything to
Shane. She put on her robe and made her way to the kitchen. Andrea fixed
herself a glass of orange juice, taking a sip she felt a soft arm reach
around her waist. Shane pulled her against him and began kissing her neck.
His hand moved to the opening of her robe and began caressing her skin,
handling her tender breast. Andrea moved away from Shane as he grunted in her
jester.
"I'm tired, Shane." She said putting her glass in the sink.
"I've missed you, babe." Shane said slurring his words. He moved into her,
pushing her against the counter, laying wet kisses on her lips. She tried to
oblige him but she was sick to her stomach from the night and her morning
sickness was beginning to take full force.
"Shane, please." She shifted to the side and stepped past him.
"God damn it! What is wrong with you?" Shane said taking her by the arm.
"I said I was tired." Andrea said calmly. She knew Shane would never harm her
but then Shane wasn't being himself.
"You have been tired the last month. That is always your excuse." Shane took
her hand and pulled her to him. "Andrea, baby, what is wrong."
"Shane, I just don't..." Andrea looked away from him. She wanted to tell him,
she knew that she had to but the words would not come.
"What?" Shane asked. He traced her face with his fingers, following along her
chin to her lips. "What is it baby, you know you can tell me."
"Shane, I'm pregnant." She said quickly before she lost her nerve.
"What?" Shane said in disbelief. "Pregnant?"
"Yes, I got the news from my doctor today. I am 8 weeks along." Andrea stood
waiting for him to tell her that he was happy that he loved her and that all
would be good. But the words never came. Shane stood quiet. He dropped her
hand and walked away. He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen with his back
to her.
"Andrea, I am not ready for a baby." He said still not looking at her.
"We don't have much of a choice." Andrea said wanting to reach out to him.
"You may not have a choice but I do." Shane said and walked away. He went
into the bedroom and slammed the door. Andrea stood alone, in astonishment.
She never thought he would walk away. Her hands began to shake with the pain
that was coursing through her soul. Shane walked out of the bedroom, dressed
and made his way to the garage. He didn't say a word; he didn't look at her.
The sound of the car in the garage and speeding away brought Andrea to her
knees in anguish. The tears and hurt overtook her as she sat on the cold wood
floor of the kitchen. She was alone and pregnant. It was his choice but now
she was a single mother, something she had no choice in.
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Emily sat on the shower floor for which seemed like hours. She wanted the hot
water to wash away the pain, the dirt that she felt. She sat in a fetal
position with the water hitting her back. She buried her head in her legs, as
the tears finally came. She rocked back and forth as the visions and memories
haunted her.  It was a bad horror movie that played over and over in her
head. Each time she saw his face, heard his words, the pain got deeper and
deeper. She felt a soft touch to her wet head; she slowly looked up to see
Kian. He stood in the shower, the water drenching his clothes; He reached his
hand out to her. She put her head down in shame.
"Emily, I know." Kian said tenderly. "I know and I am still here."  Emily
shook her head in anger that Kian knew her awful secret. He knew how bad she
was, how tainted she was.
"He won't hurt you again." Kian said as he kneeled down to her. "Emily, David
will never touch you again." Kian sat down next to Emily, in the wetness of
the drain. He put his arms around her. She finally relaxed in his touch and
leaned against him. The two sat, with the water hitting them, Kian holding
Emily crying and everything was released.

***Five Year Earlier***
It was a hot and humid night in Seneca, South Carolina five years earlier.
Emily had just made herself ready for bed. She had an early day at her new
school. She was excited about her new job, her new life. David was forever
gone and she was finally feeling strong. She flipped off the light, slipped
into her satin sheets. She closed her eyes in the stillness; suddenly she was
woken up by the crash of the glass in the living room. She shot up in her bed
and fumbled with the lights, running into her dresser and hitting her foot on
the wood. Emily tried to find something, anything that would protect her. She
stood, frozen as he entered. Her eyes widen with his shadow in the dim of the
light. In an instant, David lunged after her, throwing her on the bed.
"Thought you could escape me." David spat at her the smell of alcohol
permeating off of him.
"David, no. Please don't do this." Emily pleaded. David straddled her,
pinning her down with his hands. He was strong, stronger in his anger.
"Shut up, Bitch." David said slapping her face. The sting and blood ran down
her mouth, as she tasted the blood. David ripped at her gown, exposing her
breast. He began kissing them harshly as Emily tried to push him off of her.
"Please Stop" Emily cried out. David hit her again with a closed fist. She
saw darkness for a brief second. David tore her underwear off, leaving cloth
marks on her inner thighs. He began prodding and poking her, rubbing harder
and harder as the pain was too much for her. She screamed as David covered
her mouth with his hand. He hands were like stonewalls, no sound was getting
out.
"You will always be mine, Emily." An evil grin crossed David's mouth as he
pulled his pants off. Emily looked at him her eyes wide and filled with fear.
"I will make you feel so good." David said bending down kissing Emily's
breast.
"David, please don't. I don't want it to be like this" she pleaded with him
"I haven't...I'm"
"I know what you are and I plan to show you what it's like to be a woman" his
words stung her ears.
He removed his underwear and used the strength of his legs to pry her legs
apart. She spent every ounce of her strength fighting him, but it was no use
he finally exposed her for the taking. In one quick hard thrust David stole
her womanhood from her. Emily closed her eyes and cried out as pain rocked
her body.  She couldn't fight anymore, she couldn't scream anymore, she laid
there motionless trying to find her escape in her mind. With each thrust she
retreated further within herself as hot tears stung her eyes but refused to
fall. He did his deed and he did it twice; then dressed and left the room
leaving her lying on the bed broken, beaten and numb. David slammed the door
on his way out, the sound making her jump. She slowly opened her eyes,
staring at the ceiling. She turned on her side as the tears finally came.
"My God, what just happened?" She said in-between sobs. Wishing for the day
that this were all a dream.
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Mark sat on the couch holding Sidney. They had been in the embrace for hours,
kissing and releasing any fears between them.
"I really should be going." Mark said squeezing Sidney.
"You don't have to go." Sidney said with her head on his chest.
"I can't promise you nothing will happen if I stay." Mark said as Sidney sat
up looking at him.
"What makes you think I would stop you?" A smile crossed her lips as she
spoke. She leaned in close to him, placing her lips on his neck as her hands
moved around his waist. She moved him on her, leaning down on the couch.
"Sidney, this is not how I want this. To give in to our desires because you
miss Nicky." Mark said looking into her eyes.
"I want you now because you are turning me on. Mark, it has nothing to do
with Nicky." She began kissing his neck again, moving her hands to his shirt.
Mark grabbed her hands in stopping her.
"You have no idea how difficult this is for me. I want you so bad now." He
looked deep into her eyes. "But not like this. Please understand."
"I do Mark, that is why I love you." Sidney said realizing her words. Mark
stared at her, the words echoing. "Mark, I love you. I have always loved you.
No matter what, the road always leads me back to you."
"Sidney, I love you." Mark could no longer hold back the tears. He had wanted
so long to tell her that. To say the words. Sidney held Mark as he cried. She
brushed his hair, telling him over and over that she loved him.

Chapter 24

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