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I hope this letter finds you well and happy. It must be your senior year in high school, and I hope you are having the time of your life. Your parents must’ve told you that you were left on their doorstep with Olive at your side when you were a couple of days old. I’m sorry I couldn’t take care of you. I wanted you so badly, but with the death of your father, and being all alone. I couldn't, I just couldn’t give you the life you deserved. The life I knew Sherry and Derek could provide you. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to keep you. I have trust in your mom and dad that they’ve given you everything and more. Olive is your protector. Listen to her and embrace the magic I’ve given you. I’m sure by now you’ve noticed the voices inside your head. Listen to them. They will guide you. I promise you are not crazy. It's a gift to embrace, sweet child.
Just know that I love you with every inch of my soul, and maybe one day we will meet. Until then, stick with Olive and live your life to the fullest.
I love you for eternity.
Love always,
Savannah
Tears stream down my face as I slide the note into my pocket. I need to get out of here; I need to just run! Getting to my feet, I do just that. I run until I’m standing in front of Quinn’s front door, pounding on it like a madwoman. It swings open, and Jeremy’s eyes widen with concern.
“Sky, what’s wrong? Are you okay, baby?” he asks softly, and I shake my head. Rushing into his arms as he grabs me, backing up and shuts the door. “It's okay, Sky. Tell me what happened. Are you hurt?” He asks, and I shake my head.
“Not physically, no!” I sob, and he slides his thumb under my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Oh, I know. I saw the video, and I am not happy with you.” He scolds, and my eyes widen.
“Let me explain; it’s not what you think,” I stammer as he pushes me against the wall roughly.
“I told you, I never wanted to see another man's hands on what is mine! Sky! You had his dick in your mouth! Unacceptable!” he yells, ripping his belt off and pulling down his pants, taking his hard cock out. “On your fucking knee’s Sky, now!” he commands as tears pour down my face. I shake my head, and he growls, ripping me away from the wall and hauling me onto the couch. I fall onto the cushions, my head bouncing against them. “Since you want to act like a dirty little slut. I’ll treat you like one,” he growls, pinching my cheeks, forcing my mouth to open as he sinks his cock into me.
Wrapping my lips around his length, I suck, and he loosens his grip on my face, wrapping his fist into my hair. “Just like that, baby. If you just listened, I wouldn't have to get mad at you.” he groans, thrusting into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. I hate when he’s mad at me. I just want to please him. I want to be everything he needs. His perfect Sky; so I suck harder, making him moan and tighten his grip on my hair, letting me know I’m doing a good job. “Look at me, Sky, letme see those beautiful eyes,” he orders, and I look up at him, and he thrusts harder, making me gag more than spit dribbles down my face. “So fucking gorgeous on your knees for me, baby,” he praises as I dig my nails into his thighs. “Mmm, your mouth is so tight, but I want your cunt, my perfect girl.” He purrs, ripping me off his dick with a pop.
He pulls me up and throws me down onto the floor, pulling my leggings off and ripping my thong from my body. “Take your fucking shirt off. Let me see those perky nipples,” he commands as I lift my tank top over my head and undo my bra, throwing them onto the couch. He sinks onto the floor, slapping my thighs, making me wince as he runs a single finger up and down my slit. “Sucking my cock made you wet, huh, baby? You really are a dirty little bitch.” He smiles, rubbing the tip of his dick up and down my clit. I moan, rolling my hips.
He takes a nipple into his mouth, biting it, and I cry out, digging my nails into the back of his neck. He continues to tease my aching nub as I become wetter and wetter for him. “I told you, I'm the only one who knows what you need. Not that quarterback. Not any other guys at school. I’m the one who gets to hear you scream my name,” he growls, then slams into me—pinching my nipples and slapping my tits. I jerk and tighten around him as he pounds into me so fucking roughly I’m not sure whether to like it or scream in pain. “Take it,” he moans, wrapping his hand around my throat.
“Easy, you’re hurting me.” I whine, and he smiles.
“Good. I like when it hurts,” he spits, as his fingers dig into my thigh so painfully I know it’s going to leave bruises.
“Please, Jer, stop. It hurts.” I beg, but that just eggs him on.
“Beg harder, my little slut.” he groans, pinching my clit so hard I see stars as tears fall from my eyes.
“Stop, Jer. Get off of me. It hurts. It hurts so fucking bad. Please stop.” I cry.
“Your pussy is singing a different tune. Sky. You’re so fucking wet. Fuck!” he groans as I cry, pounding on his chest and thrashing beneath him, but he grabs my hands and pulls them above my head. Slamming into me harder and harder.
“Stop, please stop. It hurts. I thought you cared about me. Why do you want me to hurt?” I ask, still thrashing beneath him.
“You love to play games, baby. You know you love this. I can feel your body trembling for more Sky. Cum for me, baby. I want you to flood my cock before I fill you.” He growls and I sob. I can’t fight anymore. I don’t have the strength. So I lay there and let him use my body to do as he pleases. When he finally spills his load into me and gets up to go get a rag, I hurry to my feet, stumble, grab my clothes and run out of the house as quickly as I can. I don’t care that it's nightfall and I’m running down the sidewalk naked. I throw my shirt on, and once I’m far enough away, I put my leggings back on and head right for the cemetery.
Olive and Sadie were right. Today is the worst day of my life, and most of all, Jeremy is a fucking monster. I can’t believe they were telling the truth. I never want to see him again!
Story Time
Olive
“Where is she?” Sadie asks as we both pace Charlee’s bedroom.
“She needs a minute after reading Savannah’s letter. She’s hurt. I can feel it. It makes my skin crawl.” I say and Sadie huffs. She’s an impatient little doll and is grating on my nerves tonight.
The door swings open, and Charlee gasps, which makes us all scream. I throw my hand over my chest because I didn’t hear her coming. She blinks in shock, and I hold my hands up. “Don’t scream, Charlee. And please don’t be frightened.” I say, and her eyes widen in fear. “We aren’t going to hurt you. I promise.” I try to reassure her as her mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. “Do you need some air? You look a little green,” I say, but she just stares at us. I huff and climb onto her bed, crossing my legs and placing my hands in my lap. “Come on, sit, and why do you look so disheveled? Where were you?” I ask as she slowly walks to her dresser, taking out her usual nighttime attire and putting it on before climbing into her bed. Sadie climbs up, and I spin around sitting at Charlee’s feet. I don’t think she's ready for us to get any closer. “Do you have questions for us?” I ask.
“Um, how are you moving, let alone speaking? Am I going nuts?” She asks and I giggle.
“No, you’re not. I just needed to give you time before I could finally show myself to you,” I tell her, and she nods, still looking frightened. I’m a doll and shouldn’t be alive, but I am.
