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Chapter 10

"Your infatuation with the suckling will not be tolerated." He emphasized the word suckling with such disgust that I felt disgusted. But for what I wasn't sure. He had a strange influence on me even then.

"You will avoid and disengage from any conversations he wishes to have with you. You will participate in any after school "fundraising activities" that are to be held by the school. In fact there will be no after school activities, where you are concerned. "The way he had just devised out the rules for my life irked me more then usual. Who did he think he was, my dad?

I looked at him irritated and he noticed. But before I could explain why he kissed me again. And this wasn't just the quick pecks that he had done before. This was something terribly new for me and I was not waiting for a full blown cradle down to the seat, tongue twisting with mine while he got all touchy feely with my thigh type of kiss.

So I did the only thing I could at the moment. The only weapon I had, my teeth. Yes I bit his lip.

What else could I have done? He was way too strong for me to push off. I don't think pinching his arms would have worked cause the guy had on a suit; maybe if he were shirtless I might have had a chance by pinching him and having it actually cause him enough discomfort for him to stop. But that was an entirely different scenario. I don't think the guy ever wore ordinary clothes like a t-shirt or something that we small people do. All high and mighty must always wear, from the looks of it, designer clothes.

He jerked backed suddenly and brought his hand (that was on my thigh) to his lip, as it came away there was a little bit of blood. His eyes glittered menacingly for a moment and I all but screamed. I think he saw that I was about to and changed his demeanor quickly.

He smiled at me. But it wasn't a smile where one gets comforted. Oh no, it was one of those "you're going to pay, dearly" kind of smiles. And when it came from this particular person I knew it was going to cost more than I had or willing to pay.

"That, my dear just cost you precious time I was willing to give you to…."he paused a moment while as if debating what word he would choose. As he gazed over my face, then chest and back up to my face he finished "mature."

Ohhh, that was the worst insult I had ever received from anyone! How dare he think or even suggest such innuendo. I was not the one who was obsessed with a fifteen year old. I was not the one expecting that a fifteen year old have boobs like a twenty year old!

Now I was really beginning to get angry, not just annoyed but seriously full blown angry. I felt belittled and insulted by a man who was at least twice my age who expected me to behave as if I was a woman.

I was not! I was just a girl who wanted to do what every other fifteen year old girl did. Have a lot of friend and talk about the first time you kissed your boyfriend with her friends for hours on the phone!

That was it, I thought. I needed to really clear the air here and let this guy know that I was not anything close to what he wanted because I was just a girl, not a woman he imagined me to be.

"Listen, Mr. Levine..."

"Erik" he stated.

"Err…Erik, look I'm sorry I bit you, but I'm not some woman, I'm just a girl. I have no desire to grow into one anytime soon. I-"he cut me off again.

"That's exactly why I have watched over you these many years my sweet. I have made sure you stayed pure and clean. I would not want you to turn into a woman unless it is by my doing." His voice turned into low melodic tone that I guess now I realize is called seductive.

My eyebrows came together in a frown that issued concern and curiosity at the same time.

"You want to know what it is that turns a girl to a woman, don't you Christine?" he said saucily. And it was scarring me again.

"I'm only a fifteen year old girl." I said trying to get my point across.

"You were ready for more since May of 2005 my dear."

May of 2005? What in the world was he refer-? Oh my gosh! How could he know! Impossible!

I don't know how many colors one could blush, but I guarantee I showcased it all in that moment. It was so embarrassing that I literally felt sick to my stomach. How could he have known the date of when I first started my period!

In that moment I realized two things simultaneously; one, that he was speaking the truth when he said he had been watching me and two, that if he has been that observant, by what means and measure was it achieved. Did he have cameras or eavesdropping spyware littered across my house or room? Because that was the only way he could know such personal information.

"What do you want from me?" I closed my eye as I asked. I was seriously too embarrassed and starting to feel scared again. This was something or I should say he was someone that was not going to go away that easily. I had just realized that my little problem was not as little as I thought it was.

He arched his visible eyebrow and wet his lips as he answered "Isn't it obvious my dear? I do not want anything from you, I want all of you."

Later that day after I explained to my mother why I had been dropped off in a limo, and why I was two hours late. She believed me. Thanks to the man who came up with the lie. I told her the school was surprising all their honor roll students today with a special lunch and drive from school in a limo. It wasn't hard to believe since my school did have perks for kids who worked hard to be and stay in honor roll. She did say what a waste of money it was and that it would be spoiling us instead of teaching you that it's in our best interest to study hard. I just nodded my head in agreement saying she was right, but deep inside I only wished it was something like that, I would choose to be spoiled than to be controlled by Erik.

"Mom, did you have any like admirers when you were growing up?" I had to ask. Maybe she could give advice that might help.

She was cutting some carrots and stopped as I asked her the question. She turned around with an expression only described as ecstatic. "Christine! Awww, my baby's all grown up and has a boyfriend!"

Oh brother, why did I even ask? I swear I knew she was going to get all motherly on me. Ah! Why couldn't parents realize that you don't want to be babied when you can actually legally drive a car! Seriously this was turning out to be the worst day ever.

"Honey, what happened to your head? And elbow?"

Well that was a quick change of subject. And I couldn't be happier; I really did not want to get in a discussion regarding my so called "private life" with her if she was going to treat me like a baby.

"Gee, mom you just noticed?" I said sarcasticly.

"Don't get sassy with me Christine, what happened?"

"Nothing just P.E. mom, we were running a lap and I fell, no biggie." She nodded with a bit of worry as she too observed my wounds. But she believed me. I wonder how she would react if I told her I was being followed by a crazy rich man who wants me and knows everything about me. Probably has camera's hidden in our home and had your sister's daughter tied to a chair about to be raped.

I know my situation was not funny in the least but I couldn't help but giggle at the image of her reaction to all that. She would most likely lock me up in my room, call the police or FBI, make them put me in their protective care and still run around like a chicken with their head cut off.

Yeah I guess some people are more prone to panic then placid thinking. Go figure?

I left my mom and went to my room, I honestly didn't feel hungry. I felt tired, weary and my brain was in overload with all the things that happened today.

I plunked down on my bed and regretted for my wounds and head screamed in protest at the pain I just caused them. I closed my eyes and just lay there thinking.

I should say, I tried thinking but my brain was not co-operating. It was all too much and all I could do was sleep and let my body rest. It had endured enough chaos to last the whole year, if not more. I closed my eyes and dreamed a world without Erik.

"Late as always. Here comes Miss. Late Starter." Sarah gave her usual welcome as I entered our home room. Yes, I had a nickname, and it was Miss Late Starter. Dorky I know but it was true. I never made it to school on time. I hated waking up in the morning and everyone knew that. In fact I think they even got tired of marking me tardy so they just stopped. It didn't help anyways. I got up when I got up. No matter how early I woke up I was always late.

"Save it Sarah, we all know I'm late. Think of something new this morning will ya." I said as I sat down at my desk and began to take out my folder and books.

"Aren't we touché this morning" Sarah said saucily.

"Sorry Sarah, just not in the mood this morning."

"Bad night?"

"No, it's just to dam early to learn numbers." I lied. I was actually wide awake. I just couldn't tell her I was edgy because I was being constantly monitored. But she knew I hated math so she just took it as truth.

"What happened to your forehead, Chris?" she asked with the regular concern everyone else had.

"Nothing just tripped in the yard yesterday while helping my dad with the yard." She nodded as if it were true and continued on with what was on her mind.

"Hey, did you see the list on Mr. Eddard's door?"

Mr. Eddard was our P.E. teacher.

"No, why?" I answered back as I flipped through to the lesson that we were on.

"Were on opposing teams this year for flag football." She said disappointedly.

Sarah and I loved everything about P.E. except for the races. We liked to run but not when we were being timed. We both hated restrictions like that, that's why we got along so well together.

"Great, what a morning this is turning out to be." Can anything else go wrong in my life I thought?

Class went on as usual and so did the day. As I went from class to class I was surprised not to see Sam. We usually passed each other during third and fourth period. I really didn't think much of it; guess he had things to do. And to be honest I was a little relieved to not see him, I really didn't want to aggravate Erik. Because that would mean, he would want to see and discuss the matter again. And I did not want to discuss anything with him ever.

Maybe if I just followed his rules for a while he may get bored. Like ignoring a bully at school; the less ammunition you gave them (like crying and calling them names), the less interested they became. Now, I know it was a dumb plan. But at the time it was all I had.

Soon the day would be over as I was in my last class; P.E., the whole day had gone rather smoothly with no sign of him. Or Sam, which was strange but maybe he was absent today. I would have loved to have found out but with my new rule in mind I strayed from that endeavor.

We got into our teams and started doing short little runs and stretches, as we were going to kick off our new little season of flag football! I was very active in sports. I loved basketball, football, and especially Volleyball. Soccer was good too but dam there was a lot of running around!

Well we got into position and the teacher blew his whistle. I was on offense and I could see my friend Sarah was an outside linebacker playing defense obviously. I had been given the wide receiver role. I was fine with that. I hated it when it got too crowded. I was happy playing on the outskirts and if they threw me the football I knew exactly where to go.

The game had started and as I thought they used me, since I was nice and open, or so I thought.

I caught the ball and just as I turned around to run, Sarah slammed into the side of my face and body. Her mouth open, and gasping, she landed on top of me as we both hit the floor with a thud. Oh my goodness, pain was roaring all over my body. Scratches and bruises from yesterday were nowhere near healing and now this!

"Ah, sorry Christine, I thought you were gonna turn the other way." She said as she was checking her teeth with her fingers.

"Dam Sarah, you bit my cheek!" I exclaimed as I realized she had scratched me with her front teeth!

"Didn't mean to Chris, it was an accident, I thought you were going to turn right not left." She explained.

I was going to say it was okay but the Mr. Eddard came and sent Sarah to the nurse and me, well let's just say the black limo was already at the front of the school by the time I had an ice pack on my cheek.

I knew the drill; I didn't say anything and just walked in the limo. Sat down next to him as he examined my face and informed we were on our way to his doctor for a tetanus shot!

"WHAT! I am not getting a shot!"