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Special music for this chapter is: Runaway Train by Soul Asylum.

Chapter 2

Riley was so happy to see me. His smile could have lit up the entire town. He was stoned and tonight, I would be treasured. He asked me to stay the night with him. I called home and lied. It was becoming second nature. I was showing him I trusted him. We went for a drive down to the beach and parked at a beach access.

We just sat in the car and talked about everything. Talking with him was easy when he was like this. We talked about God, of all things. He didn't believe in my God, but I knew I could convince him. Every statement I made about my beliefs, he questioned me why. I didn't learn until much later, that was really what stoned people did.

He kissed the spot behind my ear. He lifted my hair and kissed over the small cord burn. I didn't even notice it. "Angel, you gotta be more careful. I am an important person in this town, and I can't have you screwing things up, ya know? I just want to look good. Next time, you can go inside with me." That was his way of telling me he wanted his friends to know I was his, not just another girl that dropped him off. I thought this meant I was meaning more to him. He knew this. He lit a cigarette and offered one to me, even though he knew I didn't smoke. I watched a the end of his cigarette flamed a bright orange.

"People won't trust you, if you don't smoke." He told me.

"I know, but I don't need to worry about that right now. It's too expensive and I can't afford to keep spending money."

"Let's walk." Although he phrased it like a suggestion, it was not, it was a command.

We started walking side by side, the wind blowing my hair all over the place. I tried to hold it back. Riley just laughed. I stumbled a little because the sand was not packed very tightly. He giggled at me, but reached over and steadied me. I loved to hear him giggle. I had heard all the stories of the bad things that had happened to him and I was glad I could take his mind off that.

He left his hand on the small of my back. We walked until we reached a walkway with a bench and I sat while he stood between my legs. I rubbed behind his knees. He moaned and kissed the top of my head. "That feels so good."

As I rubbed his legs gently up his inner thigh, he got close to my ear lobe and whispered "You make me hard."

I knew I did. I knew how to make him moan. He was coming down from being high. I asked him if he wanted to go back to the car. He shook his head no, while pinching my nipple through my shirt. Fitted cotton t-shirts never hid rock hard nipples. He knew what he did to me. We stayed just softly touching each other. Out of the blue he asked me, "How is the college shit going?"

"I have no clue how I am going to pay for it. Mrs. Cope says I can probably get another scholarship to then one upstate is I play hardball with them. It's a good school. And Renee will have to call before she visits." We both laughed at that.

He sat down on the bench and motioned for me to lean against him. We just sat in silence. It was peace. Renee wasn't yelling about the latest man to screw her over, I didn't need to make sure Granny was taking her meds and not eating too much sugar, no tables were demand their food to be served a certain way and no schools breathing down my neck about Honor Society, Yearbook Club, Drama scenes or English papers, just me being held and feeling safe.

The best things about Riley's arms were they were strong. No one else hurt me. He kept all the other bad guys away from me. When Garrett made fun of me for not realizing he was cheating on me, Riley punched the shit out of him and ended their friendship. Nobody did things like that for me. Thinking you are safe with the bad guy, is a victim's worse habit.

We headed back to the car and his hand was under my shirt. School was almost out. Graduation was coming. I wanted to go to "Project Graduation" with my classmates even though they barely knew me anymore. I had been waiting tables on the weekends and after school, when I could get the hours. And Riley didn't give me the time to be friends with anybody else, so my friends just quit calling me. Not that I had been burning up the cell phone minutes with them either. Riley was all I had wanted, and now he was all I had.

I turned into him. I kissed his neck. He asked me why, and I just smiled. He knew me enough to know that I was feeling insecure, and needed more. That was what he wanted.

We got back to the car. I wanted to kiss him. We started kissing and his tongue was dancing with mine. He was commanding me with his kiss. I touched him through his shorts. He moaned while kissing me. I wondered for the millionth time how he was so good at it. He knew just what to do. His hands were under my shirt. There was nothing fancy about my bra. Eighteen year-old girls didn't have matching bra and panty sets in my world. You got what you got, or whatever was on sale at Wal-mart.

There was a very loud tap on his window. Then there was a very loud tap on my window. I rolled down the windows and I was greeted with two policemen. One on each side of the car. When asked, I told them my name. Riley gave them his. Then he smirked at me and said, "Watch this."

"Step out of the car, Mr. Biers," the first officer said.

"You, too, Miss. Is he harming you in any way?" The second one interjected.

"No, sir." The other officer was actually handcuffing Riley. Riley was smiling at me. "Hey! What is going on? There is nothing illegal about sitting in a car talking."

Riley was being patted down and I prayed he didn't have anything on him. The officer pulled me to the side and made me assure him that I was ok. My heart raced and pounded out of my chest. They took the cuffs off Riley and told us to go home, that we had been there long enough. We got back in the car.

"Oh my God, Riley, what the hell?" I exclaimed.

"They have a list downtown, and if I am in a car they pull me over, I get cuffed first and then they ask questions. Did that son of a bitch hurt you? Did you tell him about Benny?" He asked in one breath.

At first, I was flattered, he was all worried about me while being handcuffed. "Tell them about Benny, why would I do that?"

"They know who I am. Just because you are with me, they know to ask you questions." I started to crank up the car and when I moved my seatbelt across my chest, I heard plastic crinkle. I didn't know what it was.

"Riley, I am not dumb enough to mention something like that."

"But, you could have been nervous and just slipped. I know how you ramble. Now did you mention anything about today?" He demanded.

"Damn it, no. We need to head back to your apartment."

"Yeah, you got any money? I want some beer, it's been a long day." With Riley and alcohol, there was a fine line between lover and douche bag. I handed him five and drove to the store. He walked back out with wine coolers. He knew I would drink with him.

"I know you love strawberry." He sat in the car and opened the bottle. He didn't care that we were in public. He drank some and reached over to kiss me. It tasted so good. He rimmed the bottle with his fingers and then my lips. He kissed me, sucking first my top lip and then my bottom lip. I was nothing but his, especially when he was sweet like this.

We got back to his apartment. I didn't realize the toll the day had taken on me. I was lucky I had the night off. I yawned, I was so tired. Riley was not. Riley won, like he always did. I gave him a Darvocet I found and I took one, too. We just needed to wait for the mellow. I talked with him about graduation.

I told him that I was thinking about going to Project Graduation. He pouted. "I can't believe you don't want to spend the night with me. After all the shit I had planned." I knew he hadn't planned anything. He was just trying to make me feel guilty.

"What did you plan? I don't have to go, I just thought it would be nice to say goodbye." I explained.

"Those assholes don't give two shits about you. When is the last time you heard from Lynn or Angela?" He didn't know Angela was the only friend I still talked to. She called just to check on me. She knew something wasn't right. She also knew I was strong. I had been through a lot. Too much, though she didn't know how much, few people did. She knew that I used to being treated badly. She saw what I went through with Garrett before Riley. Renee before Garrett, the list was long.

"Well, I guess I don't have to go," I caved.

"What the fuck? Now you're saying you don't want to spend time with me? That's fine, there are ten other girls I can be with that night. You go ahead to your Project Graduation. Call me when it's over." Riley growled out.

The decision had been made.

I was disappointed, but somehow I already knew this was how it would end up. And other than Angela, no one really bothered with me anymore. They didn't want to get me in trouble. And I just didn't have time to be a normal teenager like the rest of them. In addition to waiting tables, I was taking care of Granny Marie. I was worn out. I didn't have time for more drama. I didn't care who was dating whom, what someone wore to prom, or whose daddy bought the pretty girl a new car. What did that shit really matter anyway?

I was starting to feel the Darvocet. What could I do to make him tired?

"Of course, I would rather spend time with you. I am so happy you made plans for us." I wondered if he was finally willing to have sex with me. I had been too fat. I was a size ten. I had been trying to become bulimic, but it wasn't working for me. I just couldn't get in the mind set. I needed some more Adderall, and then I would have more energy. "Are you tired? I have had a long day, can I just lay with you for a bit? I know you will keep the demons away." I wondered if I could go to the doctor and pretend to have ADHD?

He put his hands around my neck and lifted my chin. I was scared. He could see it. "Don't be scared. If I wanted to hurt you, there is nothing you could do about it anyway." He squeezed just a little but he smiled. He was right. He was stronger than me. The only way to stop was to leave and stay away. "Lay down." He pushed me a little harder. I moved to the top of the bed and motioned for him to join me.

He moved up me on his forearms and knees. He straddled my hips. He motioned with one finger for me to lean forward. He unbuttoned my shirt, with his eyes never leaving mine. The good thing about being a teenage girl and a size ten, was my boobs were bigger than the fried eggs he was used to. He loved that. He leaned into me and I started kissing his chest. He unfastened my bra. When I started to take my bra off, I heard plastic crinkle again. I look down, and ten hits of acid, wrapped in cellophane, were in my bra. I picked it up and looked up at him.

"Where did this come from?" I asked.

"Not right now, baby, you have work to do. We can talk about it later."

"No. I didn't put acid in my bra this morning, Riley. When the hell did you put it there?" Then I knew. The fucker slipped it in my bra in the car when he saw the cops. He watched as the realization dawned on me.

"Don't get mad. I knew they would cuff me, and that is all I had on me. They had driven by twice. You are so clueless, you didn't even know they were sitting behind us for about five minutes before they came to the window. Seriously, if you are going to be with me, you gotta be more aware or your surroundings." He was right.

"But Riley, I could have gone to j-jail." I stammered out.

"I knew they weren't gonna search you. I wouldn't do that to you, if I thought something would happen to you. I need you, can you see that?" He was still straddling me. He rocked his hips forward. "I need you so bad. And I have a present here for you. But you gotta be good for a present. Let me make this up to you. I know you love dosing. You can keep them." He was right. I could keep going for hours with just a hit.

This wasn't ok. If I got caught, I would lose my only chance to escape him. I could go to college to get away from him. Whatever it took. With that thought, I knew which one to call. I was accepted to one across the country, but I didn't get a scholarship. I would call the one across the state on Monday.

He was rocking on my hips. "Listen, doll, if you aren't into this, I can find someone who is. It ain't that hard, that friend of yours, Lauren, was looking at me. You got her number? I'd love to fuck that. I bet that pretty pussy just stays wet." He knew I was not thinking about him. "You shouldn't be so far way when I am right here." He was sitting on my thighs. "I try so hard to make you feel good. You don't need to spoil it."

He was laying next to me. "Wonder who is wetter, you or that Lauren chick?" Please let me be wet. He was touching me through my shorts. "There are so many ways I can get your attention." He never lost eye contact with me. My thoughts couldn't stray when he was searching my soul. I responded by kissing him.

He was going to make me cum just by rubbing my shorts. And I did. "See, angel, I know how to take care of you. Don't question me again." He was serious.

"Can you get me a drink? You wore me out." I asked him.

"Just wait for your surprise." He handed me a wine cooler. I needed to get him off, so I could sleep. I had a shift tomorrow. And I needed to go check on Granny.

I chugged my wine cooler.

Damn, I was wet and sticky. I took my shorts off. I had nothing on but my panties, which were soaked. "I wanna try something with you. Take off those panties." I did. Without warning, he slid his fingers into me. Two of them, hard. He didn't pump, he just held them there. He curled his fingers and brought his thumb to my clit. Yeah, the boys before him couldn't hold a candle to him. I was on the brink. He stopped.

"You trust me?"

"With all that I am."

"You gotta relax, angel. But you gotta trust me." He slid one finger, dripping wet with my juices, into my ass. He didn't move it. He just held it there. He waited until I opened my eyes. With his free hand, he put two fingers in my pussy. He was pumping into me with his fingers. "I know that feels good. Just relax. Let me do the work." I forgot the acid, I forgot the vacuum, I forgot my name as I came around his fingers and he slid a second finger into my ass. He removed his hand from my pussy and started to stroke himself with it. I knew it was my job to finish him. He should not have to work that hard to please himself, after what he just did to me.

"Stop, let me." I whispered. He pulled his other hand free of me. He reached across me to a towel near his drink. This was his plan, from the moment I found the acid.

I placed his cock between my folds, but not inside me. I knew I was still too fat for that. He knew it, I knew it. Once he was covered, I motioned for him to come up to me. I covered his dick with my breasts. He loved this. Riley loved to watch as his dick slid in between my breasts. He would hold my breasts together tightly. As he pumped the he needed more so he demanded that I use my mouth. He a little tap on my face with his dick. He would cum all over me. He didn't care if it got in my hair, on my face or anywhere as long as he came. I cleaned up. I needed to sleep.

He pulled me close and put his hand between my legs to sleep. I felt wanted, he'd know if I went anywhere.

Let me know what you think! I am going to try to have a regular posting schedule. Look for the next chapter on Tuesday!