A/N So far, I only have one follow. I'm a little disappointed, but I figure my story just must be no good. Leave me a review saying if I should just stop. I would appreciate ANY input!
"Can I come in." he commands. There was no question in his voice, as if the only option I had, was to open the door.
"Grant, this isn't exactly a great time" I mutter dropping my eyes to the ground.
"Caroline," he tests my name. "Open the door."
I close it and remove the chain, then reopen the door and step away. He stalks towards me, his eyes full of sadness. As he gets closer I begin to smell the alcohol. I despise the smell. It's what Jack always smelled of. I back away utterly pissed. How dare he act like this when I relapse, then show up reeking of liquor!
"You've been drinking." I state, my eyes still on the ground. He walks right passed me towards my coffee table. I turn to look and I see him holding my stash in his hands. His blond hair looks messy, but also perfect. He's wearing grey cotton pants and a black t-shirt. He looks as if he's stepped out of a magazine, even in such simple attire. My eyes meet his, and they no longer look sad, but angry.
"Caroline, do you know how dangerous this shit is?" He eyes the bag in his hand. He clenches his jaw and his eyes are burning. I walk towards him to take the bag and he sets off in the other direction. You've got to be fucking kidding me! I chase after and find that he is in the bathroom. And then I hear the toilet flush.
"What the fuck are you doing!" I gasp in shock. The shock then turns to anger as I realize what he has done. I step out of the bathroom and into the living room. I pace in circles trying to calm the fire deep in my gut. I pick up a glass ashtray off of the table and hurl it at the wall, causing it to shatter all over the room. I feel a my back burning and turn to see him glaring. His arms crossed and his jaw tensed.
"I don't want you doing that shit again." he commands. He seems so different from the carefree man I met last night.
"You have no say in what I do Grant!" I shriek at him.
He takes a step towards me and I fling myself at him. His chest taking blow after blow from my fists. He doesn't even seem to flinch as I punch as hard as I can. I feel tears begin to fall, and I feel weak. He embraces me and we both fall to the floor as I sob into his chest. We sit there for a long while as I sob out everything that's happened over the past 24 hours. He touches my face and I wince.
"Why don't you like being touched?" he pouts. He cares.
"It's a long story."
"I have plenty of time," he says as he places a kiss to my nose.
"When I was 5, my father died from a drug overdose. At the time, I only knew that he had an accident. At 8, my mom remarried. Jack was a big time lawyer and had a lot of money, which was very different for us. We moved into his large house and had every wish fulfilled. At the time, I was so blissfully happy. Only now, i realize everything came with a price. After my ninth birthday, Jack began to come into my room and tell me good night after my mother went to sleep. It started out so innocently and I had no idea..." I trail off trying to regain my train of thought. Grant tightens his hold and nods for me to continue. "...well one night, he began to touch me. Soon that turned into more and by ten he was having sex with me." I look up and try to search his eyes for a response. All i see is a cold green stare, frozen. He nods again for me to continue. "When I was fourteen, I found out I was pregnant. I had no way to prevent this as I couldn't go to my mom for birth control because then she'd realize I was having sex. I was so ashamed." I sobbed. "I told Jack one night about the baby, hoping that he'd leave me alone. Only he didn't. He beat the shit out of me. And finished it off with a swift blow to my abdomen. I knew the baby was gone instantly. I remember clutching my stomach in effort to protect it, but it was too late. Even though the baby was his, it wasn't. It was mine. And I loved it. After I lost my baby, I grew cold. I didn't care anymore about protecting my family. So I told my mother. She flew off the handle, and we left the very same night. We decided not to involve police, because I'd have to relive the nightmare. I haven't seen him since. The only reminders I get from him is the monthly deposit to my checking account, a bribe if you will, for not going to the cops. And when someone touches me. He ruined me Grant, I'm ruined!" I bury my face into his chest as I heave.
"What's this fucker's last name?" Grant practically shouts. "I'll fucking kill him! Who the fuck-" I press my lips to his to get him to stop. I don't want him to meet Jack, I don't want jack to have that kind of power over my life. Grant pulls me deeper into our kiss, running his hands through my curls. As he stands he pulls me up, never losing contact with my lips. He's holding me, my legs wrapped around his torso. His tongue gently sweeps over mine, causing the fire inside me to grow. I feel myself pool between my legs, yearning for more. He carries me over to the couch, breaking our kiss, to lay me on my back and positions himself on top of me. His eyes search mine for permission.
"I want you, Grant" I pant. That's all it takes for him to unleash. He lifts his black shirt over his head, reveling his rock hard body. His hip bones prominent, and a small path of hair leading down into his jeans. He leans forward and once again takes control of my lips. Licking them, tugging them with his teeth. I groan loudly. He pulls off my tank top and the sweats. I'm left in nothing but a pair of lacy white underwear. He slips off jeans and his briefs, leaving him completely naked. He looks like a God. He leans down and kisses my stomach lightly. Swirling his tongue on my skin as he does. I feel goosebumps stir on my legs. I've never had such an erotic thing happen to me.
"Grant, I've never...I mean...well, I've never had consensual sex with anyone" I pant. He stops kissing and looks up at me with those gorgeous greens. His eyes are full of lust, as he pulls my panties down never breaking eye contact. He then resumes kisses, trailing down from my stomach to my inner thigh, until he reaches my cleft. This feels so fucking good. As he traces his tongue along my folds he reaches up his hands and tugs gently on my nipple. I about lose it and start shaking. I think he could make me come by this alone. He senses that I'm nearing, and flicks my clit hard with his tongue. I come undone hard. I arch my back and as I orgasm he mercilessly strokes his tongue greedily over my clit. After I come down, he gives me a wicked grin.
"Are you sure about this?" he says taking another hard lick to my clit.
"Yes Grant! Please.." I need him inside me.
"Please what caroline?" he teases.
"Please! I need you inside me!" I yell a little too loud.
He rises from beneath my legs and snakes his way up my body until our faces meet. He presses his lips to mine and gives me the sweetest kiss.
"I want to make love to you now, Caroline. You deserve that much." he says while placing his erection at my opening.
"Please," I pant. He rubs his length up and down my cleft about causing me to lose it again, and then with a gentle push he's inside me. He slowly pulls out,and gently eases in. He repeats this over and over. The slow pace makes it exciting but it feels like fire.
"Faster," I groan.
"As you wish, baby." he smiles as he thrusts in hard, and deep. I lose it then and let go all over his length. He doesn't let up though and soon he's hammering me to the couch.
"Caroline baby, you're gonna make me.. you're gonna make me.." he says as he releases his load relentlessly into me.
We lay there and pant for a while, touching either others bodies and giving gentle kisses until I drift off.
I awake feeling too hot, even though I'm naked. I have warm arms gripped tightly around my torso. I peel the sticky skin away and sit up.
My head is pounding. I then feel the urge to vomit.
After I flush the vile from my stomach down the toilet, I head to my bedroom. I slip on a lacy white tank top and some short black shorts. I look towards the clock on my dresser. 5:24pm
Shit! Charlie! I had forgotten all about my promise to call him. I take light steps into the living room, not wanting to wake Grant for this phone call. I don't want him to get the wrong idea. I grab my phone off the table and head back into the bed room, lightly latching the door.
21 missed calls.
Shit! Most are from Charlie, but three are from my mom, and two from my brother. Of course, he called them. I carefully choose who to call first and decide on my mom. She's probably having a heart attack. She's been away for a month with husband number 3 in San Francisco. As I press call, I bite my cheek.
"Hello?" Shit, she sounds worried.
"Hello mom, I saw that you called?" I try to sound innocent. But it's just too sweet for me.
"Caroline Sophia Bennet! How dare you scare me this way! I was just about to book a ticket straight for New York! I can't belive..." she continues as I block out her shrill voice. I focus on picking at the skin on my hand until I hear silence.
"Caroline!" God this is not helping my headache.
"I'm sorry mom, I've just been ill. I woke up and then went right back to bed." That's some what true at least.
"Caroline, I spoke to Charlie. He said he was worried for you. Does he have a reason to be?" she drilled. Fuck you Charlie.
"No mom, he just won't give me any space.." I try to pass blame onto him.
"Oh honey, well you two sort out your problems. He's the best thing to happen to ya, ya know? But please let him know not to involve me like this, after everything with...that's happened to you. My heart can't take it." I cringe.
"Mom, I have to go. Take care!" and I end the call. I suddenly don't feel the need to make any more calls. I just want to take a hit even though Grant just flushed 500 dollars worth of black gold. I head to my dresser and open a drawer. I pull out another sack, and a new syringe. He obviously doesn't know a heroin addict, because we always have spares.
I load up and look for a vein. As I find my release, I hear the door. I try to move the needle, but I couldn't move fast enough. Green eyes filled with anger beam at me.