Emma Hit Hard

Emma hangs out by the kitchen waiting for the stew to cook.  There are relatives in the house but they are in the backyard.  Inside is her and her step-father Greg who is talking in the hallway.  Emma leans over the bench and closes her eyes, she wants to fall asleep but she is too hungry.  As she lingers Greg enters the kitchen and notices her long legs and her skirt hitched up by her underwear.

"A good afternoon;" cheers Greg.

Emma straightens up and sits on a stool -  once again her skirt rides up to her bikini line and Greg notices.

"Too lazy to slip into some normal clothes?"  he asks.

"I'm waiting for food!"  tells Emma as Greg slips by the window to peer at the relatives circulating that back yard flower bed. 

"It won't be ready for an hour;"  tells Greg before he closes the curtain.

The dim creates a moody atmosphere and it makes Emma feel more relaxed.  She smiles to Greg who can't stop staring at her long legs stretched out from a shortened skirt.  Greg shakes his head to get the legs out of his head, but he can't get them out of his eyes and he stares still.

"How's your boyfriend?"  he asks as he raises his brows.

"Oh, I am not dating currently;"  tells Emma before she laughs.

Greg almost gets a buzz, and he clears his throat.

"Best to get one;"  he mutters before he looks away.

Shyness overcomes Greg and he wishes he had not gotten interested in those long pair of legs stretching from the stool.  They stich on his mind and he begins to stroke them with his fingers -  the skin is warm but smooth and they feel like silk sheets.  Greg smiles as he thinks of the silk sheets on his underwear rubbing slowly.  Suddenly Greg gets wet!  The daydream almost feels like sex and he tears it away.

"Are you okay?"  asks Emma as she narrows her eyes. 

"Yes, hungry;"  tells Greg as he nods.

Emma smiles and fidgets with her fingers - she doesn't want to tell Greg that his pants seem tight, but she can't help but notice!  She thinks of porn she has watched and the gorging of pants that lead to an open fly - the memory makes her blush and she rolls her eyes.

Greg slips up to Emma and he slips a hand in-between her thighs.

"Your skirt is too short;"  he whispers.

Emma feels a tingle as she watches Greg's hand stroke her skin.  She feels strange, like a dry crush of bread put in milk, she cannot help but feel warm over the startle, but she knows she must stop Greg.  However she can't talk -  Gregs fingers dig their way to her underwear where they manipulate its cloth until she feels wet.  Emma gasps as her senses throb -  she knows her breasts are growing swollen, but what Greg can't see is that she wants to scream as her spine gives way to an orgasmic shiver.

"You should stop that;"  she mutters as she looks around to Greg.

Greg's fingers only dig deeper and soon they manage to touch her past her underwear.  Emma bites her lips as Greg fondles her like a lover stealing kisses -  Emma wants to stay frigid but she ends up opening her thighs.  Emma can't stop herself and Greg's fingers slip in deep as she leans back heavily on the bench top panting through her chest.

Greg can feel Emma's wetness and sees her brow sweat -  she is ripe and turned on, and he feels himself pant.  Greg rips Emma's top open, and he pulls down her bra.  Emma tries to save herself from nakedness by placing her hands on her chest, but Greg takes down her hands to be able to look at her breasts as she pants.  They are hot and swollen, and they look good as Emma's sex juices begin to run down her thighs.

Greg can't believe his luck and he takes out his fingers to form a fist.  He punches Emmas loins, but her tightness stops his fist from entering, it is then Greg realizes that she is probably a virgin. 

"I love virgins;"  he murmurs before he makes Emma stand and turns her around.

Emma's sweaty thighs shake as Greg pulls down her underwear, she cringes as Greg pulls her to his crotch and she gasps as he fingers her while making her bounce off his waistline.  It is sward -  Emma half-expects Greg to push his loins inside any second, but he keeps to fingers and she feels damp as minutes turn into quarter hour.

"Can we stop?"  asks Emma.

However her voice is not heard -  Greg knows she is his, and so he opens his pants and enters her.  Emma can't stop it, so she grips the bench hard and tries not to scream as she is being penetrated.  It hurts, but it feels good too, and her sex juices run down her thighs to her ankles.  She can't help it, Greg's snake feeds her horny and she pants on the feeling of turn on.  She wants it to stop, but it feels good as it continues, and so she hangs onto the bench and concentrated on keeping up her strength.

After another quarter hour Greg exits Emma and he opens her backside.  He sees a tight knot that has never been fingered or penetrated, and so he fingers it -  Emma cringes, the back hurts but she puts up with the pain as Greg's loins rub against her thighs.  She isn't just being punished, she doesn't know how Greg wants to scold her for being so open with him, and so she offers a moan as Greg's finger-probing turns to knuckles which turns to punches. 

Greg punches Emma's back-entrance until her tears are wet on her face.  He can't help it, he wants her to hurt, and Emma pleads as his fist breaks her and slips inside.  Emma moans and pleads as she feels more punches on the back of her intestines.  She can't stop it, and she calls Greg an animal, and he only laughs as his fist is filmed with dirt and blood.  He can't stop it, and he keeps going while his loins  spread their gel over Emma's sweaty thighs.  Emma wants to wail, and she tries to pull Greg's arm out, but she can't; she is stuck and Greg shows not remorse for half-an hour. 


Greg pulls out his fist and then he grabs Emma's hair and pulls her to a study while the family outside come into the house.  Greg locks the door, and then he pulls Emma onto a chair and gives her all his loins can give her.  Emma has a dirty hand cover her mouth as her thigh muscles shake.  She can't stop it, her tears roll as her loins dribble wetness, and she pants until her breasts are so swollen they feel like air-bags.  Her legs get lifted  high, then dragged down.  Greg licks her face and kisses her -  Emma moans as she tries to squirm.  She tries to push Greg away but she can't, nothing can stop it.  Emma wants to scream as she is filled with semen, and then she gurgles as Greg takes out his loins and stuff them inside of her mouth.  Emma can't breath while his pelvis pounds her face, and she cries, however then Greg draws away to be able to enter her again and Emma is able to draw in a breathe.

"Stop!  Stop!"  she gasps as Greg grabs scissors and cuts her butt hole apart.

Greg does not listen. He flips Emma around and he fists her again with blood dribbling down her butt crack.  Greg then enters her anal cavity and fills her, before he turns her around and kisses her once again.

"Can you believe this..."  mutters Greg as he holds her close.

Emma shivers as she weeps over his shoulder -  he has hurt her and fed her and she feels perplexed.  Emma wants to scream, however Greg makes her swallow his tongue and she drinks his mouth down.  She is thirsty but she can only swallow so much before a regurgitation makes her belly swell.  Emma pushes Greg away, and this time he pulls away.

"You are a sight;"  tells Greg before he turns the computer on.

Greg records the two of them having sex, he records her moaning and crying, he records her wet thighs and he swallowing his loins, and then he posts the video on the internet.  It goes viral within half and hour and it makes him want her more.  Greg gives Emma more and more until his loins want to shrivel up and die, and then with one last heave he relaxes and pulls away.

"You are just the best;"  he mutters before he kisses her cheek.

Emma wipes her eyes -  she is in a lot of pain and she wants to faint.  She lays on the floor and she rests there as she wipes her hands over her cooling body.  Emma feels sick and she allows tears to wet her face as she broods over how bruised she feels.  Greg sees her shiver and her crawls over her and holds her -  his clothes are wet but they feel warm.  Emma holds onto Greg and she beings to sob, she can't stop, and Greg keeps his arms wrapped around her until she is too weak to do anything but sleep.

"You should have never given yourself to me, but I am glad you did;"  tells Greg as he smiles. 

Emma isn't listening, she is far away, and she rests in slumber; she cannot hear or feel as Greg steals a kiss to end the event and close all questions over what they had done.

Rough Night

Kaylee walks into the bushes and she takes out a cigarette from her pocket.  She wants to smoke it but she has no lighter, and so she throws the unlit cigarette on the leaf litter.  She feels like a loser - unable to buy a lighter, she is poor and her parents don't give her any of the money they get for getting her to go to school.  Kaylee wipes her eyes - that feeling of constriction climbs over her body like a spider, and the school seems like some jail which she wants to vacate from.  The bell rings to get students inside of the building but Kaylee lingers.  She doesn't feel like going to school, she just wants to feel sorry for herself so she makes herself a seat on the leaf litter. 

The atmosphere is still and quiet and in her daydream Kaylee floats and she falls asleep.  When she wakes it is dark, so dark she can't see a hand over her face.  It is then Kaylee realizes that it is night - she has slept the afternoon away.

"I'd better get home!"  she gasps as she sits.

In a rush she slips out of the bushes oblivious to the cigarette scent that trails the air.  Kaylee is caught and a teachers voice calls to her.

"Who's there?  School was out hours ago!"  they call.

Kaylee stamps her shoes and she looks over her shoulder.  She sees the outline of a male teacher, and she wipes her hand over her brow.

"I fell asleep!"  she charges as she rolls her eyes.

The teacher stamps out his cigarette.

"Perhaps you would like a lift home?"  he asks. 

"No, it's okay..."  mutters Kaylee as she watches the teachers shadow approach.

"What were you doing sleeping?"  asks the teacher as he comes close.

"I needed to take five and fell asleep;"  tells Kaylee as she pulls a leaf out of her hair.

"I'll need to ring your parents;"  tells the teacher as he draws in a breath.

He can tell Kaylee is fresh bait and he thinks quickly.  He knows she can't see him, he can't even see her, she's just a blank shadow in dark that separates them from anything but their voice.  He looks at Kaylee as she frets - she grows stiff at the shoulders and her silhouette hunches in a way which stoops.  The mention of her parents have made her depressed.

"Do you have to ring them?"  she asks as she rolls her eyes.

"It's late, they'll be worried;" tells the teacher as he raises his brows.  "Don't you want to tell them you are safe;"

"No... they'll make a big deal out of it and I'll be grounded;"  tells Kaylee.  "I shouldn't have fallen asleep at all, I just felt tired..."  she drawls before she bends her head to let down her guard. 

""I understand..."  mutters the teacher as he glares at the shadow before him.

He recognises an easy grab - he has taken students to the bushes before but it's usually so he can pay them money for the most naughty of activates, he has even gotten to film some on mobile, and it makes his computer groan when he takes his shoes home.

"I want to go;"  mutters Kaylee as she begins to grow upset over the waiting to be dismissed.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like a ride -  there are predators at night, you could get picked up..."  warns the teacher as he smiles.

"No, I'll take my chances...."  tells Kaylee before she begins to walk.

Kaylee doesn't take more then a step before the teacher pulls her back.  It isn't a sharp tug, only a light one, but it brings Kaylee back and keeps her from leaving.

"Yes?"  she asks with a tremor inside of her tone.

"You made the wrong choices... now you will have no chances..."  tells the teacher as he squeezes her arms. 

"Let me go..." tells Kaylee however in an instant she is dragged behind the trees where she is beaten and raped.


Kaylee sobs as she walks home -  the journey is slow, and her body is sore and hurting.  But she takes her time and within an hour she is home.  The house is quiet -  there is a television turned on, however the lounge seems empty.  Kaylee moves towards her room but her father yells as he catches sight of her in the hallway.

"Where have you been young lady?"  he asks as he points a finger. 

"I was sleeping..."  gasps Kaylee scared.

Her father slaps her face hard before he notices the bruises around her eyes, and the scratch marks on her arms.  Her father slaps her again before he can stop himself, and then he drags her to her bedroom where he rips her clothes off.

There are inky black bruises showing in spots over her skin, and nail-gashes all over various places.  Kaylee gets hit once again, before her father runs his finger on the dribbling semen in-between her thighs.

"This is male spunk;"  he mutters as he takes a taste.  "You dating?"

"No!"  yells Kaylee as she tries her best to cover herself with her torn away skirt. "I was raped;"  she adds.

Her father slaps her again - but this time really hard.  Kaylee touches her jaw as her mind screams.

"Get off me!"  she yells.  "Get the hell off me!" 

However her screaming is stopped with one last slap which runs blood from her nose.  A sermon about blood, sin, snakes, and evil dribbles from her fathers lips.  Kaylee knows it is a religious sermon, but she doesn't want to hear it.  Sooner or later it is like a hymn poisoning her from the inside out.  As she cries she shivers and sweats, and her toil does not stop until she faints.


In the morning Kaylee wakes and she stumbles around her room.  There is wetness on her thighs -  it feels like blood, and she knows that something has happened during her sleep.  Kaylee smells skin, it smells like sweat and she goes to have a shower.  In the mirror however Kaylee looks at her beaten body - there are bruises all over her and she grows faint.  She rushes to have a shower, then she rushes into bed, at least she is in a safe place but her body is stiff and sore and she groans.  Kaylee can't help the tears and she whispers a prayer, not one of faith just of hope that the world be righteous and set the correct angle as the new days move to pass so that she may forget about all the wrong that has happened and of her sores.

Anne Faints

Anne takes a drink of water.  It is hot outside, and walking home in the heat has made her parched.  Anne takes in the water and feels her tongue sigh -  it was hot, as hot as her sunburnt skin, and she finds relief.

"It must be two hundred degrees!"  gasps Anne as she opens her top to cool herself. 

Anne unbuttons her blouse to he waist and then she arches her back as she lets the cool water bottle chill her steaming skin.  Anne wishes there was a pool to dunk herself in, but there is no pool, she doesn't even have a backyard just one metre square of courtyard to let the dog run around in.

"I need a shower!" gasps Anne as she turns around to vacate the kitchen.

Anne Spies Nathan and she grimaces.  Quickly!  She buttons up her top to the collar as her face blushes bright red.  She feels stupid for having had been caught off guard, and Nathan smiles before he drops the keys by the plant pot. 

"Hot day;"  he cheers as he stands in a well air-conditioned business suit. "You look sunburnt;"  he adds.

"I know;"  tells Anne as she grows sour.  "I was just about to have a shower;"

"Good idea!"  tells Nathan as he stares at Anne's face which seems to grow an odd expression.

Anne wishes she could tell Nathan her embarrassment, but she chews on her tongue as she holds her wits on her head.  The weight in overwhelming and with stars on her eye-lashes Anne faints.  The water bottle in her hand spills ice water over the floor, and its surface chips a little -  however what Nathan worries about it Anne.  He approaches and taps her face - Anne's features remain dead, and with a sigh Nathan takes Anne to her bedroom.

In the bedroom Nathan stares at Anne -  he wishes she looked more like him then her mother, but she doesn't; she the spitting image of her mother when she was young, and Nathan wishes for a moment he could pretend that he was a young teenage once again.  However Nathan knows better, and so with discipline he goes to the shower to get a wash-cloth.  He dampens the coth and brings it back to the bedroom where he places the cloth on Anne's brow.

"Still blank - the sun must have damaged those brains!"  he muses as he wipes Anne's smooth brow.

Nathan doesn't mind the task of cooling Anne down, but he grows bored, and so he turns the air-conditioner on full blast to chill Anne's skin.  Back on the bed Nathan touches Anne's face, and he noticed it is hot but fast cooling.

"You'll survive;"  he mutters as he smiles.

Still the image of Anne haunts Nathan and he wishes he were sterner with himself then his instincts let on.  Nathan bothers to rub his lips against Anne's cheek, and it tastes sweet even with the sweat still staining its surface.  Nathan enjoys it - he wishes that he could go further but the sound of a car outside alarms him. 

"Is that Mary-Anne?"  he asks as he goes to the window.

But no, it is the delivery man doing his rounds on the street.  Nathan smiles out his relief -  he could see the eye of his wife stalking him even from the drive-way and the thought makes him shiver.  He has been very naughty indeed, and he wishes that he were not so naughty.

"I'd better go;" he mutters as he rubs his lips.  "This whole afternoon has caught me off-guard;"  he adds.  "I'd better go cool off!"  he gasps before he leaves.

Anne opens her eyes and she grimaces.  She had regained consciousness during that kiss and she feels gross and slimy.  She wishes she could run away -  but she knows better and she stays in bed thinking the worst things in the world.  She wishes she had not lost her brain, but it had flown and what had happened had surprised her.  Anne wishes she could forget, but she does lose a tear during a moment of stress.

"I'd better just hang around in my room from now on;"  she mutters as she sighs.  "That was a strange and unwelcoming experience!" she adds with a gasp.

Trip To The Woods

Little walks into the woods with ambition on her brow. She scans the foliage as she marches with camera in hand. Lilly sees a bird and tries to capture the creature within a frame of film – but no luck! Th bird flies away and she is left capturing only broken branch.

“Drats! Another good capture gone wrong!” tells Lilly as she frowns. “How am I to get a good photograph while walking?” she asks.

However a sound alerts Lilly and she marches off the path to find the creature making the sound. Lilly finds a lizard and she throws the capture away.

“Boring lizard!” she complains. “What good is that?” she asks before she takes another look at the deeper woods.

Lilly sees some nice trees in the distance and she goes to take a look at them. She walks further then the trees to capture more things that takes her interest. The sound of a running brook makes her feel ever more eager to go marching – but then she trips, and when she lands it is in the belly of a large hole!

“What is this?” she asks. “A hole!” she steams as she dusts the dirt from her clothes. “What's this doing here?” she steams before she looks up at what is the top of the hole. “How do I get out?” she sulks.

A day passes before some campers find Lilly. They find her by chance - the male of the duo tells his parter that he wishes to pee, and he ends up finding a screaming Lilly deep in the hole.

“Help me out!” she screams.

“Okay;” tells James as he asks his camper friend Karla to throw him a rope.

Soon Lilly is out of the hole and the group are sharing food and drink enough to fill all their bellies. James finds Lilly a charm and he thinks of taking off with her. However Karla is a brute of a friend who would stalk him and kill him if he ever made anyone else 'his special friend'. So James tosses homicidal thoughts over his brain, and by midnight he has Karla's head off its neck and Lilly screaming out the word 'murderer!'

James holds Lilly down to make her stop screaming and he smears her face with blood. The sticky blood is warm but it grows cold, and when it grows cold it grows itchy, and it makes Lilly cry. However after an hour she falls asleep – unable to keep the strength to stay awake any longer, and that is when James is able to relax.

“You are my special friend now;” he mutters as he curls a portion of her hair around one of his fingers as his eyes grow mad.

The next two days is spend hiking through the woods. Lilly is exhausted at the end of each walk, and she sobs consistently. She hates needing to walk for so long, and her bones ache. She just wishes that she were able to get away, but at every thought of running from James is stamped out by his shadow which is always a step behind hers.

By the third day however Lilly finds a road and after camping she plans her escape! She waits until James has fallen asleep before she picks up her shoes and runs away. She does so expertly without rousing James and she runs down that road as fast as she can to get away.

Her steps are drowned out by the sound of a car, and Lilly steps to the side and tries to flag the car down. The method works, and Lilly pleads the driver to drive her towards the city – the driver agrees, and soon Lilly is able to breathe out relief that she has managed to get away from James.

At home Lilly makes herself a bath, and she is able to forget about the woods. She sighs out her relief that she is home and away from the nightmare that was a trek to the woods, and she swears to herself that she will not go there ever again.

However days pass and a knock is heard on the door. It is a package, and when Lilly opens it she finds a camera - her camera had her name and address on the bottom, and Lilly freaks out! James must have sent it to her, and she quickly calls a cab to take her away from the house!

“I'm going to have to live with my grandparents!” she gasps. “Away from this house and James!”

Inside of her mind there is panic but it calms down as Lilly hops onto a bus to take her to the next town. She knows she is never going to see home again, but at least she will be safe.

Trip To The Woods

Little walks into the woods with ambition on her brow. She scans the foliage as she marches with camera in hand. Lilly sees a bird and tries to capture the creature within a frame of film – but no luck! Th bird flies away and she is left capturing only broken branch.

“Drats! Another good capture gone wrong!” tells Lilly as she frowns. “How am I to get a good photograph while walking?” she asks.

However a sound alerts Lilly and she marches off the path to find the creature making the sound. Lilly finds a lizard and she throws the capture away.

“Boring lizard!” she complains. “What good is that?” she asks before she takes another look at the deeper woods.

Lilly sees some nice trees in the distance and she goes to take a look at them. She walks further then the trees to capture more things that takes her interest. The sound of a running brook makes her feel ever more eager to go marching – but then she trips, and when she lands it is in the belly of a large hole!

“What is this?” she asks. “A hole!” she steams as she dusts the dirt from her clothes. “What's this doing here?” she steams before she looks up at what is the top of the hole. “How do I get out?” she sulks.

A day passes before some campers find Lilly. They find her by chance - the male of the duo tells his parter that he wishes to pee, and he ends up finding a screaming Lilly deep in the hole.

“Help me out!” she screams.

“Okay;” tells James as he asks his camper friend Karla to throw him a rope.

Soon Lilly is out of the hole and the group are sharing food and drink enough to fill all their bellies. James finds Lilly a charm and he thinks of taking off with her. However Karla is a brute of a friend who would stalk him and kill him if he ever made anyone else 'his special friend'. So James tosses homicidal thoughts over his brain, and by midnight he has Karla's head off its neck and Lilly screaming out the word 'murderer!'

James holds Lilly down to make her stop screaming and he smears her face with blood. The sticky blood is warm but it grows cold, and when it grows cold it grows itchy, and it makes Lilly cry. However after an hour she falls asleep – unable to keep the strength to stay awake any longer, and that is when James is able to relax.

“You are my special friend now;” he mutters as he curls a portion of her hair around one of his fingers as his eyes grow mad.

The next two days is spend hiking through the woods. Lilly is exhausted at the end of each walk, and she sobs consistently. She hates needing to walk for so long, and her bones ache. She just wishes that she were able to get away, but at every thought of running from James is stamped out by his shadow which is always a step behind hers.

By the third day however Lilly finds a road and after camping she plans her escape! She waits until James has fallen asleep before she picks up her shoes and runs away. She does so expertly without rousing James and she runs down that road as fast as she can to get away.

Her steps are drowned out by the sound of a car, and Lilly steps to the side and tries to flag the car down. The method works, and Lilly pleads the driver to drive her towards the city – the driver agrees, and soon Lilly is able to breathe out relief that she has managed to get away from James.

At home Lilly makes herself a bath, and she is able to forget about the woods. She sighs out her relief that she is home and away from the nightmare that was a trek to the woods, and she swears to herself that she will not go there ever again.

However days pass and a knock is heard on the door. It is a package, and when Lilly opens it she finds a camera - her camera had her name and address on the bottom, and Lilly freaks out! James must have sent it to her, and she quickly calls a cab to take her away from the house!

“I'm going to have to live with my grandparents!” she gasps. “Away from this house and James!”

Inside of her mind there is panic but it calms down as Lilly hops onto a bus to take her to the next town. She knows she is never going to see home again, but at least she will be safe.

Trip To The Woods

Little walks into the woods with ambition on her brow. She scans the foliage as she marches with camera in hand. Lilly sees a bird and tries to capture the creature within a frame of film – but no luck! Th bird flies away and she is left capturing only broken branch.

“Drats! Another good capture gone wrong!” tells Lilly as she frowns. “How am I to get a good photograph while walking?” she asks.

However a sound alerts Lilly and she marches off the path to find the creature making the sound. Lilly finds a lizard and she throws the capture away.

“Boring lizard!” she complains. “What good is that?” she asks before she takes another look at the deeper woods.

Lilly sees some nice trees in the distance and she goes to take a look at them. She walks further then the trees to capture more things that takes her interest. The sound of a running brook makes her feel ever more eager to go marching – but then she trips, and when she lands it is in the belly of a large hole!

“What is this?” she asks. “A hole!” she steams as she dusts the dirt from her clothes. “What's this doing here?” she steams before she looks up at what is the top of the hole. “How do I get out?” she sulks.

A day passes before some campers find Lilly. They find her by chance - the male of the duo tells his parter that he wishes to pee, and he ends up finding a screaming Lilly deep in the hole.

“Help me out!” she screams.

“Okay;” tells James as he asks his camper friend Karla to throw him a rope.

Soon Lilly is out of the hole and the group are sharing food and drink enough to fill all their bellies. James finds Lilly a charm and he thinks of taking off with her. However Karla is a brute of a friend who would stalk him and kill him if he ever made anyone else 'his special friend'. So James tosses homicidal thoughts over his brain, and by midnight he has Karla's head off its neck and Lilly screaming out the word 'murderer!'

James holds Lilly down to make her stop screaming and he smears her face with blood. The sticky blood is warm but it grows cold, and when it grows cold it grows itchy, and it makes Lilly cry. However after an hour she falls asleep – unable to keep the strength to stay awake any longer, and that is when James is able to relax.

“You are my special friend now;” he mutters as he curls a portion of her hair around one of his fingers as his eyes grow mad.

The next two days is spend hiking through the woods. Lilly is exhausted at the end of each walk, and she sobs consistently. She hates needing to walk for so long, and her bones ache. She just wishes that she were able to get away, but at every thought of running from James is stamped out by his shadow which is always a step behind hers.

By the third day however Lilly finds a road and after camping she plans her escape! She waits until James has fallen asleep before she picks up her shoes and runs away. She does so expertly without rousing James and she runs down that road as fast as she can to get away.

Her steps are drowned out by the sound of a car, and Lilly steps to the side and tries to flag the car down. The method works, and Lilly pleads the driver to drive her towards the city – the driver agrees, and soon Lilly is able to breathe out relief that she has managed to get away from James.

At home Lilly makes herself a bath, and she is able to forget about the woods. She sighs out her relief that she is home and away from the nightmare that was a trek to the woods, and she swears to herself that she will not go there ever again.

However days pass and a knock is heard on the door. It is a package, and when Lilly opens it she finds a camera - her camera had her name and address on the bottom, and Lilly freaks out! James must have sent it to her, and she quickly calls a cab to take her away from the house!

“I'm going to have to live with my grandparents!” she gasps. “Away from this house and James!”

Inside of her mind there is panic but it calms down as Lilly hops onto a bus to take her to the next town. She knows she is never going to see home again, but at least she will be safe.

Going For A Drink

Trisha reads at school a book which she had been told to read by friend York. She tried to read the word, but they stick inside of her mind and form jumbled sentences. Trisha finally sighs and pushes the book away. She has to admit to herself that she is a lousy study.

“I wish I were smart!” she declares to an empty space above her head. “Why have my brains when left so bare when others have trees of knowledge?”

A nudge from behind alerts Trisha to attention and she turns around and sees ex-boyfriend Patrick standing behind her. Trisha smiles.

“Imagine seeing you hitting the study books!” tells Patrick as he glares at Trisha.

“Imagine seeing you in a library!” retorts Trisha as she sneers. “What are you doing today?” she asks.

“Going home;” tells Patrick as he glares with interest. “Why you want to catch a movie or something?”

“No, I too have to study;” remarks Trisha as she shrugs. “Maybe we could share a drink at your house?” she asks.

Patrick rummages through his mind the liquor cabinet in the study. He sees various styles of wine and alcohol and he sees a jar of pickled figs which have strong levels of alcohol as its seasoning. Patrick shrugs - the last time he and Trisha drank she ended up throwing up in their living room; he could not let that happen again - his father and mother had hit the roof and cut off his allowance for a month!

“As long as it's one drink...” he tells Trisha as he smiles.

“One drink it is!” cheers Trisha as she giggles.

Trisha can't tell Patrick how much she has ached for a drink – but being under-aged to buy her own has left her in starvation for the sweet taste of alcohol. Trisha wishes she could cry – her brain has hit the rocks over the subject of school and study, and she needs release.

At Patrick's house Trisha downs her fifth cup of punch with alcohol. She knows Patrick bothered to make punch to decrease her appetite for drink and to decrease her alcohol levels, however she has plans to drink some wine as he threatens a toilet break with his jiggling pants.

“I have downed number five!” comments Trisha as she glares at Patrick.

Patrick smiles.

“Good for you;” he mutters as he sees a person desperate for something more then punch can offer. “Do you want speed with that?”

Trisha snorts before she throws her head.

“No thank-you, I am not a druggie - I just like to drink!” she declares openly.

“That is fine;” tells Patrick. “Let me go to the bathroom and we can continue;” he mutters.

Patrick leaves and Trisha races to the liquor cabinet and down a very expensive spirit which sits in a tiny bottle at the front of a range of expensive scotch vials. Trisha smiles as she feels a tingle, but her stomach groans. She gasps and races back to the living room where she sits as though she has just remembered her manners when in reality she is saving herself from being sick.

Patrick returns and looks at Trisha - she seems blurry because he has just popped two speed pills but he can make out her shadow. Patrick sits next to her and he offers some light conversation, but when it appears as though she is not listening he inquires about her state of being.

“You aren't going to be sick are you?” he asks Trisha.

“No;” mutters Trisha as she trembles inside of her skin. “I'm just full;” she states as she glares at the turned off television.

“That makes sense – five drinks can burst you;” tells Patrick as he glares.

“I know, maybe I should have stopped at three;” mutters Trisha as she chews on a nail.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” asks Patrick as he smiles.

“No, I don't want to walk;” mutters Trisha as she feels the burn in her legs from having had walked to Patricks house from school.

“Do you want to listen to music?” asks Patrick before the rev from a car alerts his attention. “Parents back home early?” he asks as he shivers inside of his body.

Patrick races to clean up the house as the sounds outside make him feel panic – from the sound of door opening to the sound of keys; every sound makes him shake as he cleans up the mess he has made.

The front door opens at Patricks parents slip inside of the house. They meet Trisha coolly as they breathe in the smell of alcohol. Patricks father James goes to the liquor cabinet and finds it open. He scowls and quickly asks Trisha to leave.

Trisha leaves on wonky legs and she walks down the barren street with hesitation as her mind forms blurs. She realises fast that she is drunk and she panics as she moves to step across the road and has a car rush past a nose length in front of her. Trisha races across the road fast, and then she struggles for her breath – her stomach churns on the fast pace run and finally she throws up!

Trisha smells the stench of retch, but she ignores it to continue on home. She walks forever passing many houses, but she does not find her way back home only to a park in which she falls over a long stump and into the shallow creek. A hit on the head knocks Trisha's mind away and she lays there unconscious as water drifts over her ears. She might have drowned if the creek had not been shallow! But in the evening she wakes with ice on her ears, still alive.

“What happened?” asks Trisha as she places a hand to her face.

Trisha can't believe she has been dumped in a creek for hours and no one have found her! She laughs as she sits up.

“What a sight!” she gasps. “I really should stop drinking;” she mutters before she continues on home.

At home Trisha showers and then she slips into bed with a cup of hot tea in her hands. The creek had sobered her up but she still felt chilled. She nurses her cup as she thinks of Patrick and the trouble his parents might have given up after she had been asked to leaves. She smiles, giggles, and then she leans back on her bed.

“Who cares – it's just drinking, it's just fun;” she mutters as she glares at the ceiling. “It's just how life is;” she adds.

But the whoosh of a car sweeping before her rushes inside of her mind and Trisha grows scared. She knows she could have been hit but for a moment she regrets that she may have hurt herself if it had not been for her slow legs. Trisha fights the need to cry and she tells herself to calm down.

“I should probably not drink again;” she mutters as she glares at her blankets. “I should probably never go to Patrick's house again;” she tells herself. “I should just study;” she adds as she grows a blush.

Trisha wishes that her mind would listen to her scolding, but already the sweet taste of alcohol swells in the back of her head and she knows she will drink again - she just does not know when!