When I went back to my dorm room that day, I destroyed it after I did something to help put my mind at ease. Unfortunately, it didn’t work the way everyone said it would. The shit didn’t numb me at first, it made me angry. Angry enough to set fire to the trash can holding my books and threw it out the window in hopes of getting expelled. Maybe if I got kicked out, it would stop the pain. I didn’t like Christal, or anything. She was just a school slut. However, she was pregnant with my kid and I would do anything for her and that kid.
Needless to say, hearing you got some girl pregnant and then she tells you she had an abortion, that is a quick way to put the fire out on man whoring it up through out college. I did graduate at the top of my class with a degree in business. I don’t use the degree but I managed to graduate with honors.
People think that just because I’m a biker, I’m stupid. Bella looked at me as if I didn’t have the class or taste to pull off decorating my house.That’s a common misconception because I ride a bike, it means I’m stupid. Fuck all of you guys for thinking that. I happen to have an MBA from Yale University.
I rub a hand over my heart and look down at my wood floor. Having Bella here isn’t something I expected nor did I think I want. Did I really want to have an ol’ lady and a litter of kids? I never thought I would be one of those types of guys. The more I’m around her, the more I think I would like it.
Fuck.
I reach for my phone and call Prince.
“Yeah,” he answers after the third ring with his voice distracted. “This better be good.”
“Just wondering if you came across anymore intel,” I mumble into the phone.
He moans. “Dude, Beast, I’m in the middle of something right now. I’mma call you back later.”
Before I can say anything, he hangs up.
Maybe after a shower, I will feel a little more at ease in my own house. I can feel the tension from Bella and she wants me just as much as I want her. I could take her right now, she’s that ready for me.
Stripping my clothes off as I enter my bathroom, I hear Bella scream. She’s screaming at someone begging them to leave her alone.
I run straight to her bedroom from mine without bothering to put on clothes.
Bella
He only comes to see me when it’s dark outside. He never comes to my bedroom when it’s light because he’s worried about getting caught. I don’t understand because he said what we are doing is natural.
Whatever that’s supposed to mean.
At first he would just touch me and tell me to watch him stick his hand down his pants. He looked so angry every time he would do it, grunting while telling me I’m a bad girl. After he finished grunting, he would always kiss me on the lips to tell me good night.
I became used to the silence that fell around my room at night time right before he came into my room. Each night was always the same. It was quiet until I could hear his footsteps outside my door. The door to my room opening with just enough pressure to open it but not have it creak open.
“Are you ready for me, Bella?” He asks me each time.
Each time is always the same answer and that’s no. How could I be ready for something I don’t understand or could begin to understand? I’m only nine and this is… I don’t know what this is but it’s bad. Real bad.
Like always, I try to hide my fear. He told me this is natural and if it’s natural, why am I so scared? I’m so scared.
“Yes,” I mumble, tugging the blankets up around my neck. I look over at the night light in the corner and focus on that through everything.
Tonight, is going to be bad. I can tell by how mad he looks in the face. He looks very mad at me, but I didn’t do anything.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask as I pull the covers up around my neck like it would help save me.
He chuckles. “You’re a bad girl for teasing me. You know what you did. You always tease me.”
He starts to undo his pants then drop them to the floor. This is something new and I’m not sure what he’s going to do with this. Why is he taking off his pants? I’m about to ask him when he interrupts me.
“Take off the blanket, my bad girl.”
“No,” I cry.
“Take off the blanket!”
“I’m scared!”
