Violet Skies
Awakened by a low rumble of thunder, Violet tossed and turned in her empty bed, her husband gone on another trip, hunting with friends she was told, but she knew better.
Restlessly kicking off the covers she stared up at the ceiling, the room flooded with brilliant white light as lightning from above streaked across the sky.
Years of neglect and affairs, coupled with an unforgiving temper, she was at a point where she was relieved that he was gone.
Still, those years of pain had cost her, she wore her loneliness like a wreath of thorns around her head.
Weighed down by chains of regret and sorrow, she found herself becoming more and more isolated from family and friends.
She often wondered if he bought their little house in the secluded heavily wooded area on purpose.
Control, along with a steady stream of manipulation was his form of affection, she realized far too late that he had been mind fucking her all along.
Constantly making her second guess herself, criticizing her at every turn, berating her on a daily basis eventually left her feeling worthless, in a sense believing that she was the cause of her misery.
Adored by his family and friends, thought of as a hero of sorts, this form of sadistic abuse was impossible to explain, often leaving her in a position of blame, because in the world's eyes, her husband could do no wrong.
The only saving grace was that he was hardly ever there, either on trips with other women, or friends, or working all hours as a successful businessman, their home was merely a pit stop, a place to shower, change his clothes, or pack to leave again.
Turning on her stomach she stared out the window that faced the only other house for miles.
It had been abandoned years before they arrived, it was barely visible from the tall evergreens that lined the border between the two lots, but she knew it was there.
On a clear night it was close enough where she could see the furniture through the windows, covered by large white sheets.
She often fantasized about that house, about who lived there, that it would be someone who would understand her, keep her close, love her on a night such as this.
Rolling over on her back, dressed in a black tank top and white cotton panties she closed her eyes listening to the thunder as it grew louder, until it felt as though the bellowing sound would swallow her whole.
Slipping slowly off the bed, she walked to the window that climbed from the floor to the ceiling.
Opening it she trembled as a strong gust of wind tousled her long blonde hair around her bare shoulders wildly.
Stepping onto the sill barefoot, she breathed in the sweet scent of rain mixed with lilacs.
She could feel it coming, the sky was about to open, rain falling like endless tears were about to descend from the heavens.
Leaning against the window frame she closed her hazel eyes, taking the night in.
Suddenly she felt it, cool rain droplets falling, slipping down her pale untouched body causing her to shiver with need.
The air was filled with electricity, sparking a sense of reckless behavior that rarely entered her mind.
She began to imagine him, that someone who stepped out of nowhere, who longed to touch her, to please her.
Rain kissed eyelashes fluttered shut as her hand drifted along her stomach, lifting the edge of her top, as she pictured him flush to her, whispering words of love she longed to hear for so long.
Breathless now, she lifted her top, exposing her breasts to the elements, her nipples hardening into tight aching rosy buds ripe for the taking.
Licking water droplets from her parted lips she caressed her skin, letting herself go in a way she could never with him.
The ground shook with the force of the storm that was now directly above, thunder and lightning were coming almost in waves, seconds apart as water spilled down upon her nearly naked body.
He was shaking now, unable to turn away, even though he knew it was wrong.
An unexpected release from Briarcliff Mental Institution, Kit Walker found himself moving into his late grandmother's house just that afternoon, while the girl in the window had been at work.
After six years of forced abstinence, he found it impossible to not to stare, not to imagine it was his hands, his mouth, his slow lashing tongue causing her to moan so.
Groaning, he clenched his jaw as he watched her delicate hand slip down between her thighs.
Forcing himself to move his body away from the window, he slammed his back against the wall, struggling hard as guilt riddled his mind.
Panting, painfully hard, he soon lost the fight between right and wrong as moved slowly back to view a truly glorious sight.
"Oh god… fucking hell."
Her fingers moved at a furious pace, her back was arched, she was barely breathing, or breathing too hard, he couldn't tell anymore.
She was beautiful, flawless, beaming with endless slick porcelain skin that looked too exquisite to be real.
He was barely hanging on as his fingers dug indents into the window frame.
Pressing his forehead to the glass he ghosted his fingertips along the stunning image that mirrored his own, outlining the curve of her hips, the slope of her bowed back, her cheek as it flushed hot.
In her mind she wasn't alone, it was almost as if she could sense the weight of his stare upon her, willing her to let go, urging her fall apart.
Suddenly her body stilled, through the eerie mist, the low hanging branches of the tall evergreens he breathed out shakily, feeling his heart seize as she finally came.
Almost immediately she wrapped her arms around her body as tears quickly fell.
An avalanche of emotions crushed her, the reality of her situation painfully evident, the loneliness she felt before only grew with unbearable intensity as she backed away from the window.
Kit felt it all as he collapsed against the wall, sliding down to the floor.
Holding his head in hands, shame flooded his heart, stinging his kind eyes with guilty tears.
Without knowing her, he understood her pain, the reason why she cried.
Remembering his sister Lana, telling the sad story of the girl across the way, he let out a soft raspy whisper, wishing he could comfort her.
"Violet."