Page 20 of Creep
I run my eyes over her body, taking in her appearance. She’s dressed in a simple black, long sleeved dress which cuts off midthigh, showcasing her thick thighs covered in fishnet stockings. She has on Chuck Taylor Converse and her long hair falls down her back in slight waves.
As I bring my eyes up to her face, I notice her lashes are coated in black. Such a mundane thing which makes explicit images pop into my head. The black of her makeup smudging from her cries and mixing with her tears, leaving black stains down her face as she chokes on my cock when it hits the back of her throat.
I clear my throat when she catches my eyes lingering on her. “I want to set some ground rules to make things clear to you before we go anywhere. I’m certain you know this, but the most obvious rule is to keep your fucking mouth shut. Second, I’m going to give you your phone back so you can talk to your sister. She hasn’t called yet, but I’m sure she will soon. You already have a habit of pissing me off, so let’s not make right now one of those times you decide to open your pretty fucking mouth, yeah? I’m feeling less lenient with you and your shit today.”
She carries on fidgeting with her fingers, annoying the fuck out of me. This entire fucking time she’s been constantly running her mouth and now she wants to shut the fuck up? Why couldn’t she just fucking listen and start shit out this way?
Fucking women make no sense.
“Okay,” she retorts while staring at the floor. I brush past her on my way to the door, already completely over this whole fucking endeavor. I make it to the door before I notice she’s still standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring at my fucking floor like it’s some interesting piece of art. There is something gravely wrong with this girl.
“Are you coming, or would you like to skip your own graduation? I don’t really give a shit either way, but just know if you don’t make the decision to move your ass in the next two seconds, I’m taking you back to your room and tying your ass up for the entirety of tomorrow for wasting my fucking time.”
“Chill, I’m coming. I’m just fucking nervous,” she snaps as she finally moves her fucking feet and walks toward me. When she gets in the same vicinity as me, I wrap my hand around her throat and push her against the very same wall I had her against last night.
I bring my face right in front of hers and gaze into her eyes. “You have every reason to be nervous, baby doll.” I run my tongue along the side of her face, from her chin to her temple. I hear her sharp intake of breath and it makes me smirk.
“Because if you fuck up one iota tonight, I’ll show you the side of me you haven’t met yet. And he is someone you better pray you never meet. He would rip you to shreds little girl, and I’m not saying it figuratively either. Especially because he hasn’t been out to play for a while.” I wink at her and push off the wall, leaving her while I walk out to the car. I jump in and while waiting for her to follow, I start the car and appreciate the feel of it rumbling beneath me.
She gets in and I catch as she winces when her ass meets the leather. My face cracks into a sinister grin knowing she’s in pain because of me.
I start down the winding drive, the woods surrounding the road on either side. The sun is low in the sky, casting the trees in a red orange hue. For as long as I have lived here, I’m still not used to the view. It’s what drew me to this place. Dark, eerie, and full of endless places to hide corpses is always a bonus too.
Growing up, I had what most would probably call a shitty childhood, but to me, it was my life. I was raised surrounded bymostlyheroin, but so many other drugs are involved when that shits around, and the random guys my mother would bring home.
I’ve always had to fend for myself, so when I lost my mother to an overdose at the age of eleven, it didn’t change my life much more than the scenery. The only difference her death made for me was, I became completely alone. I never had her before, but her presence made me feel a little less lonely. But when she died? I lost every shred of any hope I had.
I bounced around foster homes for a few years until I finally got sick of being a pity party for people to take in for no other reason than to make themselves feel better and ran away. At the age of fourteen, being on the streets was fucking hard, I’m not gonna lie. I struggled with finding somewhere warm to sleep every night and finding food daily was a whole other disaster.
When I first went off on my own, I went days without a single bite of food, but over the weeks, I learned tips and tricks from simply observing the people around me and the area I was living in.
Once I got the hang of things, most of the food I ate was stolen from stores or it was shit I found in dumpsters outside of bakery shops or other restaurants. But the bakery shops always had not only the best food, but the freshest too.
I struggled with that lifestyle for about a year before I met mynowboss. Leo was a big-time dealer on the streets back then and I still remember the day I met him. It was the one and only time I let someone do me a favor.
It’s raining, but not the nice kind of rain, no. It’s fucking pouring and forty degrees out. I’m walking around with my backpack, freezing my ass off while trying to find somewhere to sleep for the night. I make my way down a back alley, barely watching where I am going, the rain coming down in sheets, making it too hard to see clearly.
I run into two dumpsters, smacking my face against the side of one of them. Cursing, I shake my head and step back while rubbing where I know it’s going to bruise. I see the dumpster lids open, overlapping each other and creating a small enclave which I crawl underneath as soon as I see it. The smell is repulsive, and I instantly gag the second I’m under the makeshift shelter, but I breathe through my mouth and fight the urge to vomit. It’s the first dry place I found no one would see me, so I need to suck it the fuck up.
I wish people would mind their own business and stop trying to put me back into the system whenever they see me on the streets. I do fine on my own—I’ve always done completely fine. I want people to leave me alone and let me survive the only way I know how.
I hear a loud bang. I jerk, startled, and then duck into the shadows to avoid being seen even though it is virtually impossible to see a thing in this rain.
A man steps out of the shadows. Just steps out of the fucking shadows like you see the villains do in the movies. My first instinct is to cower at his dominating presence and the motherfucker can’t even see me but I refuse to cower, whether I can be seen or not.
He must have seen me duck out of the rain because he walks right up to the dumpsters and crouches down, leaning inside of the shelter to keep his head out of the rain. If this guy thinks he can take advantage of me, he’s got another thing coming. I pull my knife from my pocket and flip open the blade, hoping if he can’t see it he can at least hear it open and know I’m not fucking around.
“What the fuck do you want?” I manage to keep my voice steady despite my anxiety, but I raise it slightly so I can be heard clearly over the rain.
“What are you doing out here kid?” the man asks.
“Trying to fucking sleep if you’d back off and leave me be,” I snap, a natural reaction I have always had to people but he laughs, brushing off my tone.
“Hey, I’m not trying to bother ya. Just wondering why a kid your age is out here in this weather, alone, and trying to hide in the dumpsters. It’s fuckin’ cold out.”
“Clearly I know how fucking cold it is. I don’t have anywhere else to go and I’m exhausted. So, if you could fuck off, that’d be great.” I keep the sarcasm in my voice, hoping he takes the fucking hint and leaves.
“I get it kid. I know you don’t know me and you probably won’t even listen—which is one hundred percent on you—but there is a pub around the corner. A friend of mine owns it and they’re open all night. I’m sure we can find a booth for you to crash in. It’s nothing great. In fact, it’s actually pretty shitty, but it’s better than freezing your ass off in here, eh?”
