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then drive in. I’m exhausted from the stress of the day and the drive and walk into a quiet house. After drinking an entire bottle of water I head up to my bathroom and take a much needed shower. I throw on some clean undergarments, a tank top and shorts and I get into bed, turn on my side and watch the rain hit the window. It’s not very long when my eyes become heavy and close.
My eyes open quickly when I feel pressure on my body. Bo is on top of me, the stench of alcohol on his breath. “Bo. What are you….?” His strong hands grab my wrists, pinning them up above me and he struggles to hold them in one hand as his other moves down my face. “Bo, stop it. You’re scaring me.”
“Shhh, Peaches. Don’t worry. Mom and Dad went out for the evening. It’s just us here. Isn’t this what you like? Is this what you want?” he slurs. My head shakes as his hand brushes softly down the side of my face, moving down my neck and then covers my breast. I begin to squirm when his mouth crushes mine, his tongue diving in, and I can taste the nasty liquor.
My sounds are muffled by his mouth. The lightning from the storm brightens the room for an instant, and I struggle more. I try to kick in my determination to get free, my body trying to move, but he’s too heavy on top of me and in between my legs. He squeezes my breast, and I panic. Finally able to move one of my legs under him, I bring my knee up as hard as I can except I can’t move it very well against him, but I must have hit his cock just right as he yells and rolls off me.
“Shit, Stormy!” he yells as I jump out of bed, his eyes are closed and his hands are covering his dick. His eyes open and I can see that he’s in pain, but his face grows angry. I jog to the door, open it and run out, down the hall, down the steps and through the kitchen. I fumble with the lock on the French doors as I hear his loud steps running down the stairs, my head turning to the doorway and then back at the lock. Finally, I manage to get it open and run out onto the deck, the rain pelting me. My hair soaked in only seconds. “Stormy!” I take off down the steps and run across the lawn. My body already shivering and I can barely see in front of me. The wet sand is hard under my bare feet. The oceans angry waves are as loud as the rain as I run down the beach not knowing where I’m going. I trip and fall, my knees landing on the scratchy sand, and I turn my head behind me, hardly able to see Bo running towards me. “Stormy wait!” I push up with my hands and feet and start running again, my long, thick hair plastered around my face and heavy on my back as I start to grow tired from the chase. I veer off and head up the small incline into the outlining trees and brush, limbs smacking my arms as my hands try to push them back, the brush and various rocks and twigs scraping my legs, my feet taking a beating. I come to a small clearing and thank God for a little smoother grass when my body is pushed down.
“UNGH!” We land with a thud, his weight on top of me again but this time on my back, my left arm in an awkward position underneath me, and I feel a snap when I land. I can barely breathe. My body hurting all over from scrapes and cuts, and I’m shivering. I can breathe again when he rolls off me. My head turns to him, pressed against the cold and wet grass and see him on his back, breathing as heavy as me, and his arm thrown over his face. I roll over to my side, shaking and sore, and he is by me in an instant, with his hand on my shoulder.
“Damn! I’m sorry, Stormy. I’m so sorry. I was so angry. The thought of you…. Of other guys….” He stumbles with his words but at least not slurring anymore. The running and rain probably sobered him up quickly.
My shoulder snaps back, his hand dropping. My anger heats up my body, but my teeth clench to keep them from clattering. I roll back over and begin to push up to stand when my body falls as pain shoots up through my arm.
My eyes open quickly when I feel pressure on my body. Bo is on top of me, the stench of alcohol on his breath. “Bo. What are you….?” His strong hands grab my wrists, pinning them up above me and he struggles to hold them in one hand as his other moves down my face. “Bo, stop it. You’re scaring me.”
“Shhh, Peaches. Don’t worry. Mom and Dad went out for the evening. It’s just us here. Isn’t this what you like? Is this what you want?” he slurs. My head shakes as his hand brushes softly down the side of my face, moving down my neck and then covers my breast. I begin to squirm when his mouth crushes mine, his tongue diving in, and I can taste the nasty liquor.
My sounds are muffled by his mouth. The lightning from the storm brightens the room for an instant, and I struggle more. I try to kick in my determination to get free, my body trying to move, but he’s too heavy on top of me and in between my legs. He squeezes my breast, and I panic. Finally able to move one of my legs under him, I bring my knee up as hard as I can except I can’t move it very well against him, but I must have hit his cock just right as he yells and rolls off me.
“Shit, Stormy!” he yells as I jump out of bed, his eyes are closed and his hands are covering his dick. His eyes open and I can see that he’s in pain, but his face grows angry. I jog to the door, open it and run out, down the hall, down the steps and through the kitchen. I fumble with the lock on the French doors as I hear his loud steps running down the stairs, my head turning to the doorway and then back at the lock. Finally, I manage to get it open and run out onto the deck, the rain pelting me. My hair soaked in only seconds. “Stormy!” I take off down the steps and run across the lawn. My body already shivering and I can barely see in front of me. The wet sand is hard under my bare feet. The oceans angry waves are as loud as the rain as I run down the beach not knowing where I’m going. I trip and fall, my knees landing on the scratchy sand, and I turn my head behind me, hardly able to see Bo running towards me. “Stormy wait!” I push up with my hands and feet and start running again, my long, thick hair plastered around my face and heavy on my back as I start to grow tired from the chase. I veer off and head up the small incline into the outlining trees and brush, limbs smacking my arms as my hands try to push them back, the brush and various rocks and twigs scraping my legs, my feet taking a beating. I come to a small clearing and thank God for a little smoother grass when my body is pushed down.
“UNGH!” We land with a thud, his weight on top of me again but this time on my back, my left arm in an awkward position underneath me, and I feel a snap when I land. I can barely breathe. My body hurting all over from scrapes and cuts, and I’m shivering. I can breathe again when he rolls off me. My head turns to him, pressed against the cold and wet grass and see him on his back, breathing as heavy as me, and his arm thrown over his face. I roll over to my side, shaking and sore, and he is by me in an instant, with his hand on my shoulder.
“Damn! I’m sorry, Stormy. I’m so sorry. I was so angry. The thought of you…. Of other guys….” He stumbles with his words but at least not slurring anymore. The running and rain probably sobered him up quickly.
My shoulder snaps back, his hand dropping. My anger heats up my body, but my teeth clench to keep them from clattering. I roll back over and begin to push up to stand when my body falls as pain shoots up through my arm.
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