Page 9 of The Threads Of Fate
“My dad doesn’t want me around, and everyone at school thinks I’m odd, that I don’t belong there. Maybe they are all right.” I move away from his gaze, looking at my hands, fumbling. I have spent my whole life hiding away behind a mask so people couldn’t see how much they affected me, so they wouldn’t see how weak I truly am. And then this man comes and ruins all these years of hard work, and for what? I don’t even know what it is he wants from me, nor if he is honest about his intentions, yet it seems that what he’s doing seems to be working. He’s still quiet, but I can feel his gaze burning me, like he wants me to keep going. I hesitate, but then think better of it. Who would he tell anyway? He doesn’t know the people I do, not to mention that he seems to be as much of an outsider as I am.
“School is mostly fine, though I sit alone, get comments made about me that I tune out, and sometimes something is thrown at me. But my home… I hate it, I hate him. My mother killed herself when I was 10, and even though I don’t miss her, I wish that my father had been the first one to go.” There it is. He must think of me as a psychopath by now. I mean, who wishes their parents dead? Everyone around me always talks about how much they love their parents, and all the things they want to do together, and here I am wishing for mine to just disappear from my life.I’m preparing myself for him to leave me, to say I’m being unreasonable, but it doesn’t happen. He brushes his fingers over my arm while holding me a bit tighter.
“I’m sorry, my love,” he whispers while kissing the top of my head. My head is spinning from the way he’s touching me, the way his lips brush my hair.
“What are you sorry for? You had nothing to do with any of the things that have happened to me.” I move up and turn to him, my knees are on the wooden bench, and my face is so close to his that our lips almost brush each other.
“I’m sorry for not being there sooner, for letting those people hurt you like that. For not holding you close when you needed me the most.” His hands move to hold my head in place, so I can’t move away from him. His eyes are glossy, he looks sad for a second, but all of that changes fast as his expression starts to turn into something along the lines of determination.
“I promise you, every single one of them will pay for the harm they caused you. I will do anything to prove my worth to you, and I will show you the way to become yourself once again.” I can feel tears dripping down my cheeks, and my body is locked in place. How does he always know the right thing to say? There’s a part of me hoping what he says is true. Hoping that finally things are starting to get better for me. And maybe it’s time for me to start working on my own happiness, too, instead of trying to push it all away. Maybe he’s that sign the universe is giving me, showing me that I need to learn to live. I never really got a chance to do that before. This could be my chance. Maybe he’s that light I’ve been told that will be waiting for me at the end of my dark and cold tunnel. It’s a lot of maybes, and I’m scared that I will regret it, but he makes me want to try, and he makes me want to experience these feelings he’s brought to life in me. So I do something I’ve never done before and let him in,mentally, not just physically. I’ll show him my darkest thoughts and my deepest needs.
He stares at me, his eyes soften the moment he realises that I’ve returned from my thoughts, and a small shiver goes through his body. Is he worried I might back down now?
“What’s going on in that head of yours,Vespera?” He softly asks. I smiled up at him, wondering how I had been so lucky to meet him. He almost seems unreal.
“Nothing much.” He raises an eyebrow at me, a lazy smile playing up his lips. What’s the fun in telling him everything at once? I like the chase he’s giving me, so why not mess around a little?
“You,my Vespera, are an enigma.” He licks his lips before coming closer to me, his breath brushes my skin, and all I want to do is breathe him in, take his oxygen away, just like he takes mine. I feel hot, and my skin feels like it’s on fire, and all I can think of is how he feels against me. I don’t want to think anymore, so I just move. Our lips collide into an explosion of need and obsession. He grabs my hair in his fist, pressing my face to his so hard I can’t move away, like he never wants this to stop. His other hand is going up and down my back like he wants to grab all of me, but doesn’t know how to. His warm tongue slips through my mouth, making me moan out loud. I move to straddle his lap, slowly rubbing myself against him, trying to get some friction, anything from him. He notices what I’m trying to do and breaks the kiss quickly, unbuttoning his trousers and taking his thick member out.
I try to get up so I can take off my panties from under my skirt, but he stops me and grabs the flimsy, lacy material and gives it one hard tug, ripping it off of me and then places it into the pocket of his jacket. I kiss him again while placing myself above him, and he grabs my hips with both hands tightly, while I slowly descend upon him. I cannot stop the noises that leave mewhile his hard cock breaks through my walls. This is the second time I’ve ever had sex, and I still feel a bit raw from the first time. But I don’t care, because nothing feels as good as this. He helps me move my hips until I feel comfortable enough to try it on my own.
“That’s it, my love, you feel so fucking tight,” he groans out in what might be the hottest voice I’ve ever heard. His praise gives me the courage to continue and feel confident about this, about us.
“I feel so full,” I moan out while he starts to knead my breasts over my shirt. I arch my back, making him grunt out my name. His voice, I am completely addicted to it. I never thought something as small as the way he says my name could bring out so many emotions at once. My muscles tighten while I keep riding his dick over and over again until the dam breaks and I let my orgasm go, screaming out his name. He grunts out once I lean into him, and he picks me up to get me off his lap. Placing me back on the bench with my knees on the wooden sitting area, he pushes me forward over the bench railing so my ass is up in the air and my face is almost touching the dirt and the grass on the ground. I try to lift myself up a bit for support, but he pushes me down again.
“Be a good girl and sit still,” he quickly grunts out. Pushing himself inside of me in one hard thrust, a loud, unexpected yelp at how roughly he places himself inside of me quickly turns into a loud moan. Fuck, I never thought sex could feel so good – I get why people are so obsessed over it now. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of how he feels. He pounds into me, his nails digging into the skin of my hips, the sharp pain adds fuel to the fire that is my desire for him. My body starts to tingle from the blood rushing to my head, and my sight is getting shaky and blurry, like the earth beneath me is moving in circles.
“I feel like passing out,” I warn him between laboured breaths. A chuckle leaves him, but he doesn’t stop, no, he pounds harder inside of me, his fingers moving between my thighs, to my clit. Slowly rubbing in a circular motion. I moan so loud I think I might lose my voice soon.
“You can do this, love, keep taking my cock like a good girl, and I’ll let you back up,Vespera.” My vision is turning white, and I hear a ringing sound in my ears, but there is also a pressure between my legs getting higher and higher, together with my battle for consciousness. I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs, and then the sharp sting on my clit from him pinching me there makes me lose control and come for him again, this time taking him with me.
He moves away, and the cold feeling of his loss hits me instantly, making me yelp in protest. He laughs and helps me back up. He sits down on the bench and straightens my skirt before placing me into his lap. I nestle my head in the crook of his neck and let him hold me while one hand softly rubs my back. He kisses the top of my head while humming a tune that sounds a lot like that old lullaby. I want to ask him about it, but I’m so tired and my eyes are so heavy. I breathe in his scent instead and hear his last words before total darkness takes me, and I am no longer able to register my thoughts.
“I’ll never let you go.”
I hum the fate you cannot flee,
My cracks are kind–just stay with me.
Close your eyes, don’t pull the thread…
My vision is blurry, there’s water dripping to the floor from my hair, and the white room is burning my eyes. I groan, trying to get up, but all my muscles hurt, and when I look around, I realise I’m not home, I’m in the school’s restroom.What am I doing here? Why am I wet?
I place my hands on the floor so I can steady myself to get up, but I notice that my hands are leaving bloody prints on the cold tiles. Moving my hands up again to see if I’m hurt, I see no wounds, and a pang of anxiety kicks up. I don’t know what happened, but it’s definitely not my blood.So whose is it? What the fuck happened?
Slowly, I get up and look around. Besides the bloody handprint, the room seems very clean. I notice that my Seraphina doll is lying half out of my bag on the floor, and that there’s a small smudge on the door. I quietly go there to openit and see if maybe I’ll get a clearer picture of what happened there. Once the door opens, I look around to see if there are any bystanders, but the school’s swimming pool is dark, and the water seems calm, like there’s been no one here for a while.
“Okay, so it’s night, I’m guessing, and the school seems closed,” I whisper to myself, trying to keep the anxiety at bay. I turn back to the sink and start to wash my hands. After that, I grab some paper towels and use them to clean up the bloody prints from the room. I can’t remember what happened, but I have a bad feeling about all of this. The last thing I want to happen is to get blamed for something I might not even have done. Because let’s be honest, everyone sees me as the weird girl, and I am so sure they’ll just try to pin whatever this is on me.
Once everything is clean, I grab my bag with my doll and walk out and look around. It takes a bit for my eyes to adjust to the space, and once I do, I notice there’s something-no wait, someone–lying on the other side of the pool. Quickly, I rush over there. The moment I reach the area, a loud gasp leaves me, and I hold my hand over my mouth.
My school bully, Liana, is lying dead on the floor, her arms and legs taped together, and there’s dried blood around her; her intestines, among other organs, are lying next to her body. Like some animal tore open her body and took out all the important stuff. I’m not even sad about it. She was always cruel to me. Throwing things at my head and calling me names. I’m betting she probably pushed me inside the pool or something, hence why I’m wet. Wait… Did I do this? I look around and don’t see any sign of anyone else being here. There’s some blood on my clothes, making me wonder if maybe I did do it, but just blacked out from it. I’d be lying if I said I’ve never thought of doing this. I just didn’t think I was capable. Fuck, what if I did it? Does this mean I’m a murderer? I don’t want to go to prison! I don’t even remember doing this. Maybe I didn’t, right? It could’ve beensomeone else trying to frame me.Yeah, that’s it. So what do I do now? Do I leave her there? What if the cops find my DNA and try to blame me? I can feel my chest growing heavy with each breath I take, like it’s going to shut down soon. My head is spinning, and I’m starting to feel nauseous.
“Vespera? What’s going on?” Strong tattooed arms wrap around me and hold my shaking body against his.
“I-I-She died. I-I don’t remember,” I try to stutter out. Breathing feels impossible, and I start gasping for air.
“Shhhh, my love, deep breaths. Breathe with me.” He takes a deep breath, and I try to do it with him, but it takes a couple of tries before I’m able to breathe at his pace. He doesn’t seem bothered by the scene around us, but only worried for me.Why is he even here? Did he do this?The moment the thought comes in, I start to scramble away from him. He moves forward but sees me flinching and decides to stop. He lifts his arms up in a silent defeat.
