“Did you sell him drugs?” Art should never have been left alone today.
“You’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. It’s time for you to leave,” Bane says.
“You don’t realize what you’ve done.” I race from the classroom.
Art has to be stopped before it’s too late. I run towards the nearest exit as fast as my feet will carry me and hop in my car. Pressing down on the gas pedal, I speed out of the parking lot.
Racing inside the house, I make a beeline for Art’s bedroom. I don’t want to alert him to my arrival, so I’m sure to keep quiet, but he’s not there. Next, I go to the dining room and that’s where I find Art, sitting at the table with a few lines of cocaine before him. He has a bill rolled in the shape of a straw, preparing to snort the addictive drug.
“Art, no!” I shout, sweeping my hand across the table to scatter the powder onto the floor.
“Bitch!” He hops from the chair, pushing me to the floor. “What have you done?”
“I can’t let you go down that dark path again. I know it’s your brother’s birthday, but there are other ways to cope. Let me help you.” I plead with him to understand.
“Fuck! I needed that!” He rakes his hands through his hair. “You’re fucking dead.”
Sensing I’m in mortal danger, self-preservation takes over and I jump to my feet. Art chases me around the table. I stop when he does and watch him from the other side.
“By tomorrow morning, you would’ve hated yourself if I hadn’t stopped you.”
“I already hate myself.” He leaps onto the table.
Screaming, I swiftly turn on my heel and barrel through the door leading to the kitchen. I don’t make it far before Art grabs my hair, wrenching me back. Twisting around, I sink my teeth into his arm then break away when his hold loosens. I run through the house, afraid to take the time to unlock the front door to make good on my escape with Art only steps behind. He grabs my left ankle as I take two stairs at a time, causing me to fall with a jolt. Fight replaces flight, and I kick out my right leg, hitting him in the face. Though he stumbles a little, he recovers within seconds, the kick having little effect on him. Still, I’m given a slight advantage. That’s all I need to make it safely to my bedroom where I can lock the door and hide out until someone comes home. I make it to my safe haven, swinging the door forward, but it’s too late. Art stops the door from closing, flinging it back open with enough force that I’m struck in the face. I fall to the floor, shouting out in pain.
Before I can decide on my next move, Art throws his heavy body on top of mine, pinning my wrists above my head and preventing further action.
“Think about what you’re about to do. You really don’t want to hurt me.” I struggle beneath him.
I’m not really sure what he’s really capable of. I’m alone with an unstable boy, and the nearest neighbor is a mile down the road. No one will hear my cries for help.
“You want more of my dick? Is that it? I’m sorry. You’ll have to get your appetite sated by Trevor or Josh from now on.” He bares his teeth.
“Josh and I never had sex.”
“Stop lying!”
“It’s true! You have it all wrong.”
“That’s not what Lilah said.”
“I didn’t kiss Josh. He kissed me, but that’s it. I promise you, Art.”
“Why should I believe you when you’re cheating on Trevor with me? You don’t understand the word faithful.”
“How can you judge me? So, it’s okay if I cheat on Trevor, but only with you?”
“Yes!” He attacks my lips ruthlessly.
I return his kiss with a ferociousness of my own, drunk off the onslaught of his lust. Art rises to his knees, tugging down my sweatpants. I grasp his hands, stopping him.
“No, I’m on my period.”
“Blood doesn’t scare me. I need you now.” He pulls my bottoms and panties off.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t deny him, not when my desire for him surpasses any emotion I’ve ever experienced in my young life. I spread my legs, eagerly waiting for him to fuck me. He frees his beautiful dick, which juts from a nest of fine black curls. Having sex while on my period will be the most taboo thing I’ve ever done. He pulls the tampon from my center, tossing the blood-soaked cotton to the floor. The intimacy of this moment will be burned in my memories forever. He guides my legs over his shoulders before driving into my opening. My pussy curves to his dick perfectly, almost as if I was created for him.
He fucks me aggressively, showing me no mercy, and I love every fucking second of it. We cling to each other, both new to the exquisite passion we share.
