Uncle Freddy
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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Category:
M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,668
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Nightmare on Elm Street movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Uncle Freddy
Disclaimer: I don’t own Freddy Krueger.
Authors Note: A friend of mine wrote this story for me. Hope you enjoy. Please review.
Chapter 1
She could remember the details like it was yesterday. The uneasy feeling she had before he aunt left her alone with her husband. How wrong it felt when he placed his hand on her leg. The way he looked at her before forcing her to undress herself as he watched and masturbated. Oh the horrible taste and the putrid smell of his penis as he made her put it in her mouth. She despised that fucking bastard. She despised her aunt for leaving her in the care of that pathetic prick. She could remember it all.
It was months since she could trust herself around men. Even her own father was a villain. As she slowly began to open her eyes she could feel the hands pulling at her clothes. The soft tender kisses on her neck. Her hands moved up to his chest and pushed against him.
"Ok, ok stop.”
It has been ten years that she has been dealing with this torture, this never ending memory of her uncle. This should be over she thinks to herself as her boyfriend sits up and looks at her.
"What's wrong?" He questions with little concern, already knowing the answer to his question.
Her eyes pierced through him as she stared at him. "Is that all you think about? Do you wake up in the morning and ask yourself if you are going to finally get into my pants?" she asks coldly.
He turns to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling his shoes on as he looks back over his shoulder at her. "Fine Joey, Get pissed and leave like always. This has been going on for six fucking months and it is the same every time." She pushes herself to her feet and storms into the bathroom. She waited for the knock that normally comes soon after.
The knock never came. There was nothing. The door to her bedroom never opened or shut. It was dead silent. She slowly opened the bathroom door to peak out and see Joey laying there on the bed passed out. Shaking her head slowly she walks over and kisses his forehead.
"I love you too baby"
Authors Note: A friend of mine wrote this story for me. Hope you enjoy. Please review.
Chapter 1
She could remember the details like it was yesterday. The uneasy feeling she had before he aunt left her alone with her husband. How wrong it felt when he placed his hand on her leg. The way he looked at her before forcing her to undress herself as he watched and masturbated. Oh the horrible taste and the putrid smell of his penis as he made her put it in her mouth. She despised that fucking bastard. She despised her aunt for leaving her in the care of that pathetic prick. She could remember it all.
It was months since she could trust herself around men. Even her own father was a villain. As she slowly began to open her eyes she could feel the hands pulling at her clothes. The soft tender kisses on her neck. Her hands moved up to his chest and pushed against him.
"Ok, ok stop.”
It has been ten years that she has been dealing with this torture, this never ending memory of her uncle. This should be over she thinks to herself as her boyfriend sits up and looks at her.
"What's wrong?" He questions with little concern, already knowing the answer to his question.
Her eyes pierced through him as she stared at him. "Is that all you think about? Do you wake up in the morning and ask yourself if you are going to finally get into my pants?" she asks coldly.
He turns to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling his shoes on as he looks back over his shoulder at her. "Fine Joey, Get pissed and leave like always. This has been going on for six fucking months and it is the same every time." She pushes herself to her feet and storms into the bathroom. She waited for the knock that normally comes soon after.
The knock never came. There was nothing. The door to her bedroom never opened or shut. It was dead silent. She slowly opened the bathroom door to peak out and see Joey laying there on the bed passed out. Shaking her head slowly she walks over and kisses his forehead.
"I love you too baby"