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Chapter One: Was Supposed To Be A Lemon But Is Now Not One

Avery laid on the bed. Right now she was alone in the large house. Her mother and the man she was with went out for the weekend. Then her oldest brother was at military training for the weekend while her twin was staying with his girlfriend. Then her younger brother was spending the night with one of his friends. She was supposed to be watching the youngest boy, but he was now with his father. For the past several nights the boy had woken up screaming about monsters. This is why everyone found a way out of the house for the weekend. When he woke her up last night by running to sleep in her bed with her she told him she would send him to his fathers and take care of this monster problem.

Only there was no monster. No such thing. But because she knew that he wouldn't believe her unless she stayed in his room. So here she was, a four foot ten orange haired nineteen year old, laying on a Cars themed bed in a room filled with baseball cards that belonged to a small boy who couldn't even say half of the players names.

Avery reached over and flicked the switch for the light that was next to the bed. For a moment she was blinded by the sudden dark but when she closed her eyes it didn't matter. With her arms crossed behind her head and her legs crossed, left over right, at the ankles she started to nod off. One moment she was alone in a room too dark to see anything and it seemed that the very next moment the room had lightened some and there was a man's shadow at the door.

Avery froze in fear. A man was here when no one besides her should be. Then anger coursed through her blood. A man who had quite likely tried to sexually abuse her little brother. With her eyes open to slits barely enough to see, she watched him as a predator watches it's prey. For in the moment she realized what this man could have been doing to her brother that is what she became. A predator. He may have been bigger and quite likely stronger but she had the advantage of surprise on her side, and anger. All he had was sexual motivation- possibly.

He got close and closer to the bed. The man stopped at the side of it and looked down at her 'sleeping' figure. He made a sound of confusion and Avery launched herself at him. He made a sound that proved she had indeed surprised him and then they fell to the floor. She was on top of him and with an arm raised to punch him. But he was much stronger than her and managed to flip them. He was now on top and with just one of his hands held both of her wrists above her head. But he underestimated the girl and she raised her leg until the knee connected with his groin.

He moaned in pain as Avery got away from him. She ran towards the door and turned the lights on. Looking behind her she expected to find a man kneeling or laying on the ground, possibly even standing in pain. But no one was there. Only a pile of clothes were. She sure as hell knew that she hadn't fought a pile of clothes. Then again the clothes themselves didn't look like a man's but more like a boy's. Mid to late teens perhaps, but no mans.

There was a blue button up long sleeve shirt in a leather vest that had little and random nicknacks on it. Then the jeans were old and worn to the point of holes in the knees. No self respecting man of this day and age would wear those worn and well used chucks, a gray and blue in color. The clothes were here but the man seemed to be long gone. Avery was slightly scared. If the man was fast enough to get out of this room in no more than a minute what else had he been doing? But she couldn't help herself and called out. "Hello?"

Of course there was no answer in reply, at first. She waited a good minute and just as she was about to give up the person replied. "Wanna turn those lights off babe? They're a killer." The voice was definitely male. But it was also childish sounding. Like he may have aged but his mind had stayed as a child's would have been. "Well? Come on. I ain't got all night babe." The clothes moved. The voice, it had been coming from them, but how? She moved closer to the pile, her hand fell off of the light switch in the process effectively turning the light off. The man grew in the clothes and when he stood up he was at least a foot taller than her. "Thank ya babe." He said.

He had expected questions, or even more attacks. Not the ear splitting screech he got. She was screaming bloody murder and even with his hands cupped over his ears he still heard her."Babe," he cried and her scream cut off. Peaking at her he saw she stood with her arms together and fisted right under her chin with her eyed wide. She was the classic picture of a terrified teenage girl. "Keep screaming like that, love, and you'll wake the entire state." Her mouth opened and she sucking in another breath.

He slammed his lips upon her mouth to silence her. He hadn't meant anything by it but to keep her quite. But when he was about to pull back to speak again he felt her relax and her lips moved against his. Not having realized he had held his breath he released it against her mouth and her lips parted. Now Maurice had not intended to do anything more than reply to her kiss with pressure, but his tongue snaked out and ran along her teeth. Cinnamon toothpaste.

Her hands fell and gripped his shirt to hold onto him and his hands moved from her shoulders up to her cheeks. Remembering why he was here in this room in the first place he pulled back from her beautiful lips. "Now that's the way you greet a man, babe, not with that yell before." His eyes scanned the room and he let her standing where she was panting, trying to catch her breath. "Hey, babe, where's this man?" He held up a photo of a man holding his son while at a little league base ball game, joy on both of their faces. Avery raised her hand and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad." Avery spit on the floor.

"He's probably out with his whore." She said and Maurice looked at the picture then to her. "Some old school sweetheart of his. He met up with her a few weeks ago and is rarely home now. Mum was furious so she went on a date with a guy and he didn't care. Why?" She moved closer to him and took the picture from him

"Brian is your father?" He asked and Avery nodded. "Naw, you're mistaken. He's got a family, there's no way he would cheat. Why would he cheat when there's a babe like you waiting for him at home?"

"Kristine or something is his whores name. It's just the way life is, men will always cheat on women." She just shook her head. "I'm Avery, by the way."

"Maurice." He said and grasped her hand. Suddenly he tugged and pulled her flush against his chest. "Ya know babe, not all men are bad like that." Then he kissed her again. His lips soft and unyielding, not that she wanted them to yield. She kissed him back and waited for him to progress the kiss further. But was sorely disappointed when he broke apart from her mouth. "I'll see ya tomorrow night babe." Then he released her and lifted the tiny car bed up. "Your room or mine?" He said with a wink then jumped under the bed and was gone.

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