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Chapter 2: Another Addition to a Long Line of Regrets
It had been an hour since Ruthie had undergone an abortion. Her body ached, she felt lightheaded and she was lightly bleeding from surgical wounds that had recently been sealed.
She was ashamed and even more broken than when she found herself in that abortion clinic. She felt dirtier than when she went to that same clinic to get tested for STDs.
"I should have kept the baby," she whispered to the empty park.
Ruthie couldn't go home, but she knew she couldn't stay and wallow in the park. The park was her place to come when she wanted to forget. It had been her special place to get away from the world. All that had come crashing down when she met James. The stranger from the park.
He had found her when she was at her lowest. Preyed on her when she was at her weakest. Enjoyed her during her moments of self-destruction.
"Hey beautiful."
She would know that voice anywhere. It was the voice that had first brought her to ecstasy the night before.
He looked good, she decided, in loose jeans and a black button down shirt that accented his tall, muscular build.
His eyes didn't match hers. 'Probably because he's not high yet,' she assumed.
Martin had been at her house all day trying to get a reaction from her, but she couldn't let him see her cry. Not again. So Ruthie left. She ran to the place she had learned to forget her problems, Martin being one of them.
In her moment of silence, the then-nameless stranger had pulled Ruthie flush against his body and began to let his hands glide up her willowy form.
"I don't know why I keep coming back here," she murmured.
"It's just one of life's mysteries. Like, 'Why is the sky blue? Who put us here?' The same as 'Why does the Preacher's daughter keep coming back to me?' Not that I'm complaining. It's just the way it is."
It was more than she had heard him say the night before.
She began again, "It's just that. . . "
He interrupted, "Sweetheart, does it seem like I care? It's just sex."
He would take her further tonight.
He took her silence for her assent and moved in to capture her lips with his before all sense returned to her body.
Swiftly discarding Ruthie's shirt, the mysterious stranger began to unhook the clasp of her bra. She let it slip gracefully from her shoulders as he stared at her in satisfaction. Slowly, he lowered his lips to the valley between her breasts and planted open-mouthed kisses between her mounds of creamy flesh. He trailed a path of kisses to her hardened nipple and began to swirl his tongue around the erect flesh before taking it into his mouth and suckling on it. First the left, then giving the same treatment to the right as his suckling sounds were drowned out by Ruthie's throaty moans.
He continued on his journey, unbuckling her pants and pulling them down swiftly.
"What are you…?" An embarrassed Ruthie stammered, as he slowly slid to his knees in front of her.
"You can't…" her words were drowned out as he brought his face to her aching core and kissed her through the thin material of her panties.
"Ah ..."
"So wet," he breathed.
The stranger roughly yanked her panties down her leg as he brought his mouth to her center and began working her to the brink of pleasure. She writhed as he continued to lap at her, eventually bringing her to her peak.
Before she could protest he undid his pants and forcefully slid into her. She moaned in discomfort as he continued to pump in and out of her. Eventually her moans subsided and they turned to sighs of pleasure as she was taken to her peak again and again. The stranger finally finished and before Ruthie could recover, he was gone.
She lay against the cold park bench, sated and disgusted. Ruthie recovered her lost clothes and dressed quickly before sprinting home. She couldn't stand to stay in that place anymore.
Ruthie was brought out of her reverie by the approach of heavy footsteps. She turned quickly.
"Oh, it's you." She sounded both disappointed and relieved.
"So this is where you've been coming lately." He stated, more than questioned, ignoring her initial disappointment.
She ignored him and sighed. She was still sore and this was the last place she wanted to see him.
"You've been ignoring me."
Ruthie snorted derisively. Of course she had.
He kept going, ignoring her silence.
"Is this about me and Sandy…and…the….baby? Why Ruthie? You're my best friend. Why can't you just talk to me?"
He was close, but she wasn't throwing him a cigar. He'd have to get there on his own.
He moved to sit beside her.
"Please talk to me." He was looking at her with such raw emotion in his eyes that Ruthie could not look away.
"I can't," she whispered. "I can't. Not after what I've done."
He looked at her quizzically. "What do you mean? What have you done? Please, let me in."
"I can't. I don't deserve to." Once again, her voice was no louder than a breaking whisper.
"I can't," she whispered solemnly, her voice breaking and tears threatening to flow from her cinnamon eyes.
"Ruthie. . ." He didn't know what to say. Martin hated seeing her like this, but there was nothing he could do if she wasn't going to open up.
He placed a tentative arm around her.
"C'mon. Let's get you home."
She shrugged his arm off of her.
"Home?" She questioned, in a slightly panicked voice. "I can't go home."
"Ruthie. . ."
"No, I can't. I just can't."
His wandering hands caressed her form and brought her hips to his, grinding against her. Clothes were torn off and thrown on the ground carelessly in their raw passion. He slid into her, as she moaned with each thrust.
"I can't go home. I can never go home again."
"Ruthie…what?"
Blood flowing into a vial as a nervous girl awaits the end of her test.
"I can't." she whispers.
Tensed muscles under rigid skin as a beautiful, young girl hopes for negative test results.
"I won't."
Clenched stomach muscles as she lies down on the cool table.
"NO!" she screams, startling both Martin and herself. And with that she ran from the very place that once held dear. She ran from the place where she lost her innocence.
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"I lost her." Martin panted, out of breath, as he burst into the Camden's kitchen.
"I lost her."
"Lost who? Martin? Martin…" Annie frantically questioned the young man, looking for answers in his striking green eyes.
"Ruthie. She's been going down to . . . down to that park. She was… and we. She ran. Says she can't come home. She won't."
"ERIC! ERIC!" Annie yelled frantically as her husband appeared in the kitchen, clad in a bathrobe.
"She's gone. Ruthie's gone. We have to call the police. At the park. Left. Can't come home. Doesn't want to. . ."
"Annie," he silenced his wife, "There's no need to get the police involved yet. She's been going through a tough time. Let's just give her some time. If she's not back soon we'll call the police. I promise." Eric attempted to soothe his wife, though he didn't quite believe his own words.
"And now?" Annie and Martin questioned simultaneously.
"We wait."
O.K. So that's it for this chapter. To those of you who have asked for updates, I apologize for the lack of them, but hopefully this satisfied you. I hope you enjoyed it. There's been a large stretch between updates, but I have hopefully conquered my writer's block and should begin regular updates again. Feedback is always welcome. And thank you to those of you who reviewed, especially HarleyzGirl, who brought some very important points to my attention. Please Review!
xO. Beautiful Deceit.