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Adult ++
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10
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8
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Rain
Hey Everybody!,
I hope you all enjoyed my last chapter. I had hoped to have it posted on Thanksgiving…which I hope you all had a lovely one… but I was busy trying not to burn anything (RIP Stuffing) Anyway, here is chapter six. Again, I’m sorry for the delay and as always, reviews are kickass!
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Chapter Six ~ Rain Down Over Me
Hours passed as Gwendolyn lay on her couch, staring at the ceiling and the other still objects in her living room. She studied the maroon walls and the beige drapes as the they slowly drifted about above the heater vent. The few pictures she had up seemed so gloomy and the posters around the room of random movies and artists seemed to bring her no relief or any sort of joy like they usually did. The black and white poster of Dean Martin, the gold-toned picture of Rudolph Valentino, which usually made her grin, did nothing. The framed drawings Julia, her six year old niece, brought her no joy as they always did. No object in the room did. All Gwendolyn could think about and could not get out of her head was , not her attacker, but her hero.
“Who was he?” she whispered as Ferris’ head lay still on her lap, “He wasn’t an angel. He felt too real to not be of this world. “
The images of his mask flashed in her mind, causing her to wonder. She knew it had been Halloween, but why didn’t he take his mask off?, she wondered. Wouldn’t somebody remove it after doing what he had just done? To give piece of mind? All of the obvious thoughts lingered in her mind when the alarm radio went off, causing her to jump what seemed like ten feet into the air. When she calmed, she glanced at the clock that read seven o’ clock.
“Right now is the New York Dolls on the Morning Cup.” said the broadcaster.
‘Spirit slumbers in nature
And awakens in mind
And finally recognizes
Yourself in time’
“Wow. I’ve been up this whole time? “ she said aloud as she saw sunlight peek though her closed drapes. She didn’t feel exhausted, but she did not want to get off of the couch either. Just then, it hit her like a brick. “I can’t stay like this! It’s already got a few hours on me. I can’t let it ruin my near days.” she shook her head as she flipped the quilt off of her. She stood and folded it up again and placed it upon the top of the navy blue couch. When she stilled herself, she rubbed her bruised knee with a yelp of forgotten pain.
“Maybe I should take it easy on it.” When the pain subsided, she straighten up again and noticed her torn and dirty clothes. She loosely picked up the edges of her skirt and let them drop with disgust.
“A shower is what I need. A long, hot shower and who knows? Maybe I might be able to get these goddamned twigs out of my hair!”, she thought as she picks a teeny twig from her short hair.
She took her time as she walked to the bathroom, letting her fingers linger on the walls. When she reached it, she kicked off her heeled shoes and listened to them as they dropped to the floor. The cool tile shocked her feet as she stood, letting them get used to the feel. Next she took off her torn shirt. It was dirty and sliced, and…
“Blood?” she said aloud. She stood in slight shock at her reflection in the mirror. Usually it was her plumpish figure she was critiquing, but now she grazed her newfound wounds. Tiny slices all around her breasts and midsection. “Must’ve been when I was on the ground.” She then slipped off her skirt, it hitting the floor. She stood as she examined her legs, for the had received the same treatment as the rest of her.
“Bobby ain’t gonna be happy about this new look I’m sportin’ . Oh shit. How do I explain myself? Oh shit.”
Bobby, Gwendolyn’s boss at The Happy Horse, would indeed not be too pleased with how Gwendolyn looked. She knew if she told him the story of her terrifying ordeal, he would understand. But should she tell?
“Do I tell anyone?” she wondered. “How do I explain my cuts and scratches? I know. I slipped on my steps in the dark and fell into some bushes while I was coming home…no. Won’t work. Malcolm will expect something. Damn! You are fucking screwed, my dear girl”
She watched her eyes well up in the mirror as the realization of what had happened last night struck her yet again. Her arms supported her weight as she leant against the sink, her head down. Minutes later, she turned to the tub and turned the hot water on. She sat on the ledge as she watched the steam dance upward to her face.
When she thought the water temperature was to her liking, she stood and was about to put her foot in, testing it to be sure.
“With my luck, it’ll be scolding.”
Her foot went in, and immediately out.
“Yep. Scolding…OUCH!!!”
When she retained feeling in her foot, she added some cold water and hesitantly put her other foot in. Sighing with relief as it was at her desired temperature, she walked fully into the tub closing the blue shower curtain behind her.
She let out a loud sigh as the water ran all over her body. It pounded her shoulders as she closed her eyes.
“What do I do?” she thought, “Do I tell somebody? I can’t tell anybody. There is a dead man in the woods and I would have no explanation for the police. What would I say? ‘Officer, I was walking home because my car stalled for the fourth time this month. Just one block away from my humble abode, a man attacked me and I passed out from something he put over my face. When I came too, I was about to make my daring escape, but then he appeared and threatened to kill me if I didn’t listen to what he demanded. Just as he was about to…rape me, a big brut of a man, who was masked, might I add, hit the bastard over the head with a HUGE log the size of myself. He then carried me home.’”
Gwendolyn grabbed the shampoo
“Yep, Gwendie. That ought to sum it up for ‘em…Motherfucker!”
She violently washed her hair as she cursed herself on of how stupid she would sound if she told the police the truth.
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Michael’s shivering stopped once the sun rose. His breathing slowly calmed as he let the sun’s rays warm him as he sat beside the tree. His eyes squinted through the mask as he tried to stare into the sky. He thought it odd that the sun was out and warming him, but there was gray clouds filling the sky. He knew it was to rain when he heard rumbling in the sky form far away.
“Rain.” he whispered, “Its been so long since I’ve seen the rain”
His sudden laughter surprised him with an echo as the wet drops showered over him. He quickly stopped and waited for the echo to calm down as he sat. Slowly, he rose and stood very still as he removed his mask. He looked up at the gray, cloudy sky as the raindrops blurred his vision. Michael laughed he allowed his arms to raise up over his head as he let the warm raindrops embrace him.
“God. This feels so good. I forgot how good this felt.” he whispered.
Michael stood for minutes letting the rain wash over him. When he realized that his hair was soaked, he quickly replaced his mask and sat beneath the tree. After he calmed down a bit, the only thing that ran through his mind was Gwendolyn. He thought is sort of sad that she had absolutely no idea that it was him last night. He kept having flashbacks of the very first time they met when they were young. Unfortunate, but fortunate in the manner of how they came across each other’s paths so long ago. He stared at his surroundings and visualized the past. Here where he sat was where he saved her. Here is where he calmed her. Here is where he gave her the first gummy worm to touch her lips. He smiled at that memory as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the gummy worms that Angela had given him. They were colorful in the dim daylight as he played with the bag. Michael kept thinking about Gwendolyn’s first reaction to the gummy worms. Her grossed out face at the name of the candy made him smile.
“I missed her so much. Why didn’t I just tell her who I was last night?” he said aloud as he brought his knee up, “She would’ve been so freaked out. Of course she would. I am a killer now. Why would she want anything to do with me? She probably would have went into shock or something.”
Michael remembered her actions. The way she stared into his masked face so caring and curious. The way she didn’t raise her voice. How she was so shaky and vulnerable.
“She probably would have…oh I don’t even know.”
He let out an audible sigh and rested his still sleepy head on the thick of the tree. Thoughts and memories went through his mind. Her laughs and smiles when she was a child. They’re fun and games that where shot in the heart of their youth so quickly taken away. They way she looked last night. All this he wondered as Michael drifted off to sleep again.
I hope you all enjoyed my last chapter. I had hoped to have it posted on Thanksgiving…which I hope you all had a lovely one… but I was busy trying not to burn anything (RIP Stuffing) Anyway, here is chapter six. Again, I’m sorry for the delay and as always, reviews are kickass!
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Chapter Six ~ Rain Down Over Me
Hours passed as Gwendolyn lay on her couch, staring at the ceiling and the other still objects in her living room. She studied the maroon walls and the beige drapes as the they slowly drifted about above the heater vent. The few pictures she had up seemed so gloomy and the posters around the room of random movies and artists seemed to bring her no relief or any sort of joy like they usually did. The black and white poster of Dean Martin, the gold-toned picture of Rudolph Valentino, which usually made her grin, did nothing. The framed drawings Julia, her six year old niece, brought her no joy as they always did. No object in the room did. All Gwendolyn could think about and could not get out of her head was , not her attacker, but her hero.
“Who was he?” she whispered as Ferris’ head lay still on her lap, “He wasn’t an angel. He felt too real to not be of this world. “
The images of his mask flashed in her mind, causing her to wonder. She knew it had been Halloween, but why didn’t he take his mask off?, she wondered. Wouldn’t somebody remove it after doing what he had just done? To give piece of mind? All of the obvious thoughts lingered in her mind when the alarm radio went off, causing her to jump what seemed like ten feet into the air. When she calmed, she glanced at the clock that read seven o’ clock.
“Right now is the New York Dolls on the Morning Cup.” said the broadcaster.
‘Spirit slumbers in nature
And awakens in mind
And finally recognizes
Yourself in time’
“Wow. I’ve been up this whole time? “ she said aloud as she saw sunlight peek though her closed drapes. She didn’t feel exhausted, but she did not want to get off of the couch either. Just then, it hit her like a brick. “I can’t stay like this! It’s already got a few hours on me. I can’t let it ruin my near days.” she shook her head as she flipped the quilt off of her. She stood and folded it up again and placed it upon the top of the navy blue couch. When she stilled herself, she rubbed her bruised knee with a yelp of forgotten pain.
“Maybe I should take it easy on it.” When the pain subsided, she straighten up again and noticed her torn and dirty clothes. She loosely picked up the edges of her skirt and let them drop with disgust.
“A shower is what I need. A long, hot shower and who knows? Maybe I might be able to get these goddamned twigs out of my hair!”, she thought as she picks a teeny twig from her short hair.
She took her time as she walked to the bathroom, letting her fingers linger on the walls. When she reached it, she kicked off her heeled shoes and listened to them as they dropped to the floor. The cool tile shocked her feet as she stood, letting them get used to the feel. Next she took off her torn shirt. It was dirty and sliced, and…
“Blood?” she said aloud. She stood in slight shock at her reflection in the mirror. Usually it was her plumpish figure she was critiquing, but now she grazed her newfound wounds. Tiny slices all around her breasts and midsection. “Must’ve been when I was on the ground.” She then slipped off her skirt, it hitting the floor. She stood as she examined her legs, for the had received the same treatment as the rest of her.
“Bobby ain’t gonna be happy about this new look I’m sportin’ . Oh shit. How do I explain myself? Oh shit.”
Bobby, Gwendolyn’s boss at The Happy Horse, would indeed not be too pleased with how Gwendolyn looked. She knew if she told him the story of her terrifying ordeal, he would understand. But should she tell?
“Do I tell anyone?” she wondered. “How do I explain my cuts and scratches? I know. I slipped on my steps in the dark and fell into some bushes while I was coming home…no. Won’t work. Malcolm will expect something. Damn! You are fucking screwed, my dear girl”
She watched her eyes well up in the mirror as the realization of what had happened last night struck her yet again. Her arms supported her weight as she leant against the sink, her head down. Minutes later, she turned to the tub and turned the hot water on. She sat on the ledge as she watched the steam dance upward to her face.
When she thought the water temperature was to her liking, she stood and was about to put her foot in, testing it to be sure.
“With my luck, it’ll be scolding.”
Her foot went in, and immediately out.
“Yep. Scolding…OUCH!!!”
When she retained feeling in her foot, she added some cold water and hesitantly put her other foot in. Sighing with relief as it was at her desired temperature, she walked fully into the tub closing the blue shower curtain behind her.
She let out a loud sigh as the water ran all over her body. It pounded her shoulders as she closed her eyes.
“What do I do?” she thought, “Do I tell somebody? I can’t tell anybody. There is a dead man in the woods and I would have no explanation for the police. What would I say? ‘Officer, I was walking home because my car stalled for the fourth time this month. Just one block away from my humble abode, a man attacked me and I passed out from something he put over my face. When I came too, I was about to make my daring escape, but then he appeared and threatened to kill me if I didn’t listen to what he demanded. Just as he was about to…rape me, a big brut of a man, who was masked, might I add, hit the bastard over the head with a HUGE log the size of myself. He then carried me home.’”
Gwendolyn grabbed the shampoo
“Yep, Gwendie. That ought to sum it up for ‘em…Motherfucker!”
She violently washed her hair as she cursed herself on of how stupid she would sound if she told the police the truth.
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Michael’s shivering stopped once the sun rose. His breathing slowly calmed as he let the sun’s rays warm him as he sat beside the tree. His eyes squinted through the mask as he tried to stare into the sky. He thought it odd that the sun was out and warming him, but there was gray clouds filling the sky. He knew it was to rain when he heard rumbling in the sky form far away.
“Rain.” he whispered, “Its been so long since I’ve seen the rain”
His sudden laughter surprised him with an echo as the wet drops showered over him. He quickly stopped and waited for the echo to calm down as he sat. Slowly, he rose and stood very still as he removed his mask. He looked up at the gray, cloudy sky as the raindrops blurred his vision. Michael laughed he allowed his arms to raise up over his head as he let the warm raindrops embrace him.
“God. This feels so good. I forgot how good this felt.” he whispered.
Michael stood for minutes letting the rain wash over him. When he realized that his hair was soaked, he quickly replaced his mask and sat beneath the tree. After he calmed down a bit, the only thing that ran through his mind was Gwendolyn. He thought is sort of sad that she had absolutely no idea that it was him last night. He kept having flashbacks of the very first time they met when they were young. Unfortunate, but fortunate in the manner of how they came across each other’s paths so long ago. He stared at his surroundings and visualized the past. Here where he sat was where he saved her. Here is where he calmed her. Here is where he gave her the first gummy worm to touch her lips. He smiled at that memory as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the gummy worms that Angela had given him. They were colorful in the dim daylight as he played with the bag. Michael kept thinking about Gwendolyn’s first reaction to the gummy worms. Her grossed out face at the name of the candy made him smile.
“I missed her so much. Why didn’t I just tell her who I was last night?” he said aloud as he brought his knee up, “She would’ve been so freaked out. Of course she would. I am a killer now. Why would she want anything to do with me? She probably would have went into shock or something.”
Michael remembered her actions. The way she stared into his masked face so caring and curious. The way she didn’t raise her voice. How she was so shaky and vulnerable.
“She probably would have…oh I don’t even know.”
He let out an audible sigh and rested his still sleepy head on the thick of the tree. Thoughts and memories went through his mind. Her laughs and smiles when she was a child. They’re fun and games that where shot in the heart of their youth so quickly taken away. They way she looked last night. All this he wondered as Michael drifted off to sleep again.