you talking about, Johnny?” She couldn’t understand why he cared what her type was.
“Do you enjoy having his cock fucking you, whore?”
“Johnny, why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?” Inside she was terrified but she had to try to conceal her fear. It would only please him more to know he frightened her. She had to remain strong if they were going to get out of this in one piece.
“Nothing,” he spat. “Nothing at all. You wouldn’t even give me the time of day. I could make you happy.”
Was he serious? Why would she be interested in someone so much younger than her? And since when was he interested in her? He never showed signs. Yes, he hung around the bar a lot but he never spoke to her. Unless his leers were his way of showing her he was interested. Yuck!
“Johnny, I’m not looking for anyone to make me happy. I’m happy being alone.” She tried reasoning with him.
He laughed, an evil cackle.
“Really? Is that why I found you giving him a blowjob?” He spat towards Reed. “Maybe I should whip out my cock and let you have a little sucky ?”
She cringed as he reached for the button on his pants.
“Johnny, Reed and I…we have a past. We were looking to see if we had a future.”
“And?” He dangled the bat, reminding her he could knock her out cold at any moment.
“And that’s it. It’s a past, with no hope for the future.”
“Good because we deserve a future.” He stepped closer to her. With his free hand he grabbed her hair. “You are mine, understood?”
With her head twisted back and his face mere inches from her, Sierra knew she needed to remain calm. There was emptiness, yet hatred in his eyes.
“Yes,” she said weakly. She prayed he wouldn’t lay a hand on her. But then again maybe if he saw her scars it would scare him away, like other men before.
“Johnny, I don’t think you’d want me if you seen the real me.”
“Don’t go trying to use some psychobabble on me.”
“I’m not. My body is scarred. Some say it’s scary looking. You don’t want someone who’s all scarred up do you?” Please dear god let him just leave.
“Show me,” he said, releasing his hold on her hair.
She rubbed her head.
“I said show me. Now.” He cracked the bat once more against the pool table.
She flinched.
“Sierra!”
She lifted her shirt, revealing her scars.
She watched him wince but he continued to stare. Almost fascinated. He reached out and touched her.
“Did he do this to you?” he demanded.
“Who, Reed? No. This was an accident. It was no one’s fault.”
The bat dropped to the floor with a thump. Johnny pushed himself on her sending her backwards on the pool table. He clawed at her sweatpants trying to get them off. His other hand groping her.
She wanted to cry out from his touch, his rough hands scratching at her skin. But she remained silent, knowing if she uttered the wrong word she’d be in trouble.
“Johnny, please,” she begged. “Don’t do something you’ll regret.”
“I’d never regret fucking you.” His words dripped like venom in her ear.
“Please,” she said, quietly.
His fingers wrapped around her breast, kneading it painfully. She closed her eyes silently praying he’d get off her and leave. She prayed he didn’t rape her.
“Johnny!” an unfamiliar voice shouted. “Get off her immediately.”
Sierra opened her eyes to see Sheriff McCoy standing over her, alongside him Henry. Dear God, her prayers were answered.
“Dad, leave me alone. This is between me and Sierra.”
“No, son. This is between you and me. You can’t push yourself on a woman. And look at the damage you’ve caused.”
Relief washed over Sierra as Johnny pushed off her. She thought he was going to surrender to his father but was sadly mistaken. He bent over reaching for the bat. He lunged forward swinging at his father and Henry. Both moved quickly before he could make contact. Out of the corner of her eye, Sierra saw Reed sitting
“Do you enjoy having his cock fucking you, whore?”
“Johnny, why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?” Inside she was terrified but she had to try to conceal her fear. It would only please him more to know he frightened her. She had to remain strong if they were going to get out of this in one piece.
“Nothing,” he spat. “Nothing at all. You wouldn’t even give me the time of day. I could make you happy.”
Was he serious? Why would she be interested in someone so much younger than her? And since when was he interested in her? He never showed signs. Yes, he hung around the bar a lot but he never spoke to her. Unless his leers were his way of showing her he was interested. Yuck!
“Johnny, I’m not looking for anyone to make me happy. I’m happy being alone.” She tried reasoning with him.
He laughed, an evil cackle.
“Really? Is that why I found you giving him a blowjob?” He spat towards Reed. “Maybe I should whip out my cock and let you have a little sucky ?”
She cringed as he reached for the button on his pants.
“Johnny, Reed and I…we have a past. We were looking to see if we had a future.”
“And?” He dangled the bat, reminding her he could knock her out cold at any moment.
“And that’s it. It’s a past, with no hope for the future.”
“Good because we deserve a future.” He stepped closer to her. With his free hand he grabbed her hair. “You are mine, understood?”
With her head twisted back and his face mere inches from her, Sierra knew she needed to remain calm. There was emptiness, yet hatred in his eyes.
“Yes,” she said weakly. She prayed he wouldn’t lay a hand on her. But then again maybe if he saw her scars it would scare him away, like other men before.
“Johnny, I don’t think you’d want me if you seen the real me.”
“Don’t go trying to use some psychobabble on me.”
“I’m not. My body is scarred. Some say it’s scary looking. You don’t want someone who’s all scarred up do you?” Please dear god let him just leave.
“Show me,” he said, releasing his hold on her hair.
She rubbed her head.
“I said show me. Now.” He cracked the bat once more against the pool table.
She flinched.
“Sierra!”
She lifted her shirt, revealing her scars.
She watched him wince but he continued to stare. Almost fascinated. He reached out and touched her.
“Did he do this to you?” he demanded.
“Who, Reed? No. This was an accident. It was no one’s fault.”
The bat dropped to the floor with a thump. Johnny pushed himself on her sending her backwards on the pool table. He clawed at her sweatpants trying to get them off. His other hand groping her.
She wanted to cry out from his touch, his rough hands scratching at her skin. But she remained silent, knowing if she uttered the wrong word she’d be in trouble.
“Johnny, please,” she begged. “Don’t do something you’ll regret.”
“I’d never regret fucking you.” His words dripped like venom in her ear.
“Please,” she said, quietly.
His fingers wrapped around her breast, kneading it painfully. She closed her eyes silently praying he’d get off her and leave. She prayed he didn’t rape her.
“Johnny!” an unfamiliar voice shouted. “Get off her immediately.”
Sierra opened her eyes to see Sheriff McCoy standing over her, alongside him Henry. Dear God, her prayers were answered.
“Dad, leave me alone. This is between me and Sierra.”
“No, son. This is between you and me. You can’t push yourself on a woman. And look at the damage you’ve caused.”
Relief washed over Sierra as Johnny pushed off her. She thought he was going to surrender to his father but was sadly mistaken. He bent over reaching for the bat. He lunged forward swinging at his father and Henry. Both moved quickly before he could make contact. Out of the corner of her eye, Sierra saw Reed sitting
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