THIS IS GOING TO BE A SHORT STORY, I SAW THIS MOVIE ON HBO AND DECIDED TO MAKE IT A LEYTON STORY ITS VERY SMUT LIKE, I LOVE WRITTING SMUT. PLEASE ENJOY IT..
It's a short chapter, just wanted to see what people think about it
A DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE,
chapter 1
Lucas Scott sat on his white plasti-leather couch, changing the channels slowly but not really watching the tv. His mind was to preoccupied with the woman he had met only a few nights ago. He had went to the grocery store for something or other, he never did end up buying what he had gone for, instead he had found something much better. During his hunt through the maze like sections of the newly erected superstore he had accidentally ran into a woman, she was tiny in stature.
Her long blonde hair had reached down to the small of her back, she had a very slight tan complexion, almost a light gold. she wore a full length white dress and white blouse with a small amount of lace work around the collar. Her golden green eyes had stared at him shocked before she hid her face, bowed and quickly walked off in the opposite direction. Those beautiful golden green eyes had melted him, they seemed so innocent, yet had the twinkle of someone who had seen the darker side of human nature. She had walked away before he had the chance to apologize for running into her. After the incident he had left without buying what he needed, now Lucas had never really been one to believe in love at first sight. But this chance encounter with the woman of his dreams had changed his mind completely. How stupid he had been he thought, that he didn't say anything, or try to introduce himself in any way. Instead he left the store in a daze.
He hit the off button on the remote and the tv winked off with a small whisper. He stared at himself in the reflection of the tv, his mind still half gone. Lucas wasnt bad looking, not in the slightest. He stood roughly five eleven, with blonde hair. Still in his prime at only twenty-two and healthy as an ox and he was well built. He was by no means a body builder but he did have an athletic body type, not overly toned but just enough to make him look good. He had a light tan, and baby blue eyes. It was still early in the morning, and on this particular Thursday he had nothing to really do. He worked at a local company, cutting the trees loggers brought in, into sections to be split and sold as fire wood. It was decent pay..He rose from the couch, deciding he'd make a run around town seeing as he had nothing better to do.
Peyton Sawyer, walked briskly down the steps of the local hospital. Her yearly check up done with She fumbled in her bag for her phone and texted her friend, asking if she still wanted to go see a movie that night. She felt a hand on her ass and she turned to see a very dirty looking man behind her. Peyton was twenty, five five and as described by her friend, beautiful. She had never really seen herself as good-looking, just simply as Peyton Sawyer. She often thought of herself as more plain than anything. she had a relatively small chest,. She was tiny, but not deathly skinny, she had a flat stomach, ever so slightly toned. She had a slight hour glass figure, with a nice firm rear.
She quickened her pace as the creep behind her laughed teasingly, she wanted nothing to do with scum like him. She'd grown up in a hostile enviroment, with a predatory dad who had done everything to her, and had made her do everything except for full on intercourse. He had left her hymen alone, always saying that someday soon he would "pop her". He landed up dead from a heart attack before he could make good on his promise.
Her mom had died when she was just a small child and her dad never really held a steady relationship. She had been born with an underdeveloped voice box and had been rendered mute before she had been birthed. Her dad probably saw this an his opportunity to take advantage of her, he had told her it was a way of expressing their love for each other, some love. If she acted stubborn or tried to get out of it he'd beat her until she couldn't resist or simply accepted it.
She had grown up with people always believing that she had some sort of mental illness because she couldn't talk, to the contrary she was extremely brilliant, albite shy. the very small amount of boyfriends she had had, she could count on one hand. They had all tried to "help her" by attempting to coax her into getting surgery. They had all abandoned her within just a few weeks and she had never really had many people there for her.
"Awe come on baby, why'd gotta be so prude?" his voice was slightly slurred,
Perhaps he was buzzed she thought. She looked around and not many people were around, it was late morning on a Thursday an most people were at work. She heard the mans footfalls quickened.
"Ya just gonna ignore me you little bitch?"
She sped up just a bit more, hoping the man would give up.
"Hey! I'm talking' to you!"
She heard him break into a run and she did the turned to the left At the sight of the buildings end but only to find herself in an alley. She had never really been great under pressure but how could she let herself do something that stupid.
The man was close behind her, she could hear him gaining. the sound of his footfalls mixed with the beating of her heart.
She tripped on something, falling to the ground face first. She tried to get up as quickly as she could but to no avail. The man grabbed her and pinned her, shoving her back onto her stomach and twisting her arms back behind her.
He let out a low gutteral chuckle,
"I got ya know, you fucking lil' whore!"
He leaned down and smelled her hair, he reeked of body odor and booze.
She opened and closed her mouth, unable to speak. She knew if he wanted he could take her right then on the cold blacktop of the alley. She was weak, and had no idea in the least how to fight. She couldn't scream for help. All she could do was sit there and cry silently, the tears pooling in the collection of mucky water beneath her.
The man lifted up her skirt, rubbing her ass with his hand. She struggled to breathe underneath his weight.
He grabbed the underside of her panties and pulled them down her legs. Her chest convulsed what little it could, as the man rubbed her, he pushed the tip of his finger in her ass making her squirm. He probed her before removing his finger and sliding inside her vagina, he met her resistance and burst out laughing.
"A virgin are ya, don't worry sweetie we'll fix that right up for ya" he said with mock sympathy. He left her resistance, pulling out.
He started ripping her skirt, he stopped as he neared the top."I'm gonna really fucking enjoy this."
He started to unzip his pants when the sound of rapid footfalls became clearer. If the man heard it he didn't care, he started to rub his hand across her rear, taking his sweet time.
"What the hell?!"
She wondered how it took him that long to hear the approaching person.
He started to turn, to investigate the foreign noise. He was knocked cold by the smashing of a metal pipe across his cheek. The man slumped over, unconscious or dead. She lay there, afraid to move. Thoughts raced through her mind.
"Hey, are you ok? Did he hurt you?"
The voice spoke gently, painted with concern and worry.
She sat up, her face buried in her hands. The man knelt next to her, all she could see of him through her tear blurred eyes were his brown leather work boots. She looked up and she was overwhelmed with, relief? Shock and awe? Disbelief even. It was the man she had run into at the grocery store Monday night. The man looked nearly as surprised as she was. She lost control and dove into his arms, sobbing helplessly. The sudden attack knocked the man on his ass, if he cared he didn't show it, he just held her in his arms, stroking her back and telling her everything was alright.
Lucas had been walking aimlessly about when he had heard the commotion around the next corner, he heard a man yelling, people running. He knew he should mind his own business but he couldn't help but take a peek, he turned the corner in time to see a women and man run down an alley way about a block and a half down. He jogged to the corner to see the man on top of her. He broke into a run down the alley when he saw the man start to rip her skirt, picking up a metal pipe carelessly thrown by a door to one of the buildings. He ran as fast as his legs would take him, and as the man turned to see who was coming when he swung the pipe connecting with the mans head. The pipe struck with a sickening, audible crunch and the man toppled over blood running from a very nasty looking gash across his temple.
"Hey, are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Stupid question. Of course he had hurt her, the man was about to rape her. He knelt next to her, something familiar yet foreign about her. When she turned to look at him, with those golden green eyes, red and blurred with tears that ran down her wet and mud stained face, he froze in disbelief. It was her, the girl who had dominated his dreams every night since their chance meeting. She dove into his arms, knocking him off-balance and causing him to fall painfully on his tailbone. He didn't care, all he knew was this poor, hurt girl was crying in his arms. He held her tightly as she cried into his chest.
