A/N: Odd entry...did all this for skool but hell here it is....MY TEACHER SAID MY WRITING WAS EXQUISITE!!!!! soooooooo happy!!!!
Disclaimer: only Arabella and her mother are my characters...i place no ownership over Mr. Buchanan, the ass, or Daisy, the ditz!!!
Dear Diary,
He's been bothering me for weeks now! I won't tell Mom because I'm afraid she'll loose her job. We really need the money, but I wish he would go away.
The man's married for Pete's sake!!
For example, I was helping Mom set the table last week and all of a sudden I felt his dark presence. I knew what was on his mind when he sent Mom out to the store for butter. Daisy was reading in the backyard. We would be alone for at least a half an hour.
I felt a hand caress my neck. "Glad to see your working so hard." He whispered at my ear. "Arabella."
A shiver went down my spine. Why does he do that to me? I placed down Daisy's fork. I fixed the place mat. I spun the plate so that the flower was facing the right direction. Anything to keep me from looking into his evil eyes.
"Why won't you look at me?" he rasped.
"I have to work, Mr. Buchanan." I twirled out of his grip and into the kitchen to find something to keep him away. I ran to the knife drawer and opened it.
A hand came out of nowhere and nearly the slammed the drawer on my fingers. I jumped back into his arms. "There, now, that wasn't so hard, was it, Miss Colby?" His hand draped around my hips.
His rough chapped lips kissed at my neck. His hands trailed my body. Once I might have felt him nip at the point my jawbone but hardly. I felt like child's play toy that would soon be throw away for the next best thing.
"That was a good book." Daisy's voice drifted from somewhere in the back of the house.
Instantaneously, Mr. Buchanan removed his hands from me just in time to see Daisy glide into the doorway and stand there like a beautiful goddess. "He's not bothering you, is he?" she asked oblivious.
"Hardly," I answered, my teeth barred and eyes on the ground. I scooted into back into the dining room.
I wish Daisy would walk in on him one day. That'll be enough to keep him on his toes. She must know about me. There has to be others.