Payment

Payment

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

When Rush’s father leaves town without paying Damon Wilder money that he’s owed, that leaves Rush open and vulnerable to Damon who chooses to use her as payment instead.

Summary

When Rush’s father leaves town without paying Damon Wilder money that he’s owed, that leaves Rush open and vulnerable to Damon who chooses to use her as payment instead.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Prologue

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 30, 2018

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Prologue

Why was he here? How did he even know where I lived? I asked myself these questions as I stared at the guy who stood on my porch.

I opened the door expecting my best friend, Sawyer, but instead was met with the dark stare of Damon Wilder.

Me and him attended middle school together and now Highschool for three years. We were worlds apart. While he was the leader of the popular crew at Cambridge High, I was the outcast. I was even the outcast of the outcasts.
He's casted a few glances toward me throughout our years of knowing one another but we've never spoken. His type didn't speak to me.

The three prissy girls in his crew just did things to piss me off. They started rumors about me, that I was selling my virginity online. Apparently, I'm so desperate to get laid and be loved, that I'd stoop to giving it up to some random online who would be willing.
Damon himself never helped spread the rumor. In fact, he's never done anything to me. But I couldn't trust him, and I didn't like him only because of who he hung around.

So to see him, standing on my porch, staring a hole into me, I didn't know what to say. I couldn't even breathe.

I took him in, from head to toe. Copper colored hair, messy and bed-mussed. Or just fucked hair. As quiet as he was, he still got girls. A lot of girls fell all over him at school. He always had one in his lap during lunch.
I bit my lip as I briefly studied his green eyes that were darker than usual. He was angry.
I could tell.

I tried to pinpoint what exactly it was that I did to have Damon Wilder on my doorstep.
I blinked a few times before swallowing hard. "Y-Yes?"

Damon took me in for a moment before sliding his hands into his pockets. "Your dad, where is he?" He asked.
For a moment, I couldn't say anything. I never heard Damon speak. Despite us being in school for as long as we've had, we barely had any classes together.

He sounded so, masculine. His voice was calm, but sounded slightly on the verge of impatience.
Then I thought about what he just said. Wait....my dad? How would he know my dad? "W-Why?"

Damon took a deep breath. "I need to talk to him."
What could this highschool boy possibly have to talk to my dad about? "Does he know you?" I asked him.

His eyes remained on mine, but he seemed to go from slightly angry to bored.
I was still waiting for the answer and he just stood there, staring at me.
The awkward silence lasted for ten long seconds before he said, "Would I be standing here asking for your father if I didn't know him, Rush?"

I took a step back, not expecting him to know my name. I don't know why, but it sounded foreign coming from his lips.
My mouth opened, and then closed shut.
How would he know my dad? And why didn't my dad ever mention him before he ran off? Blinking rapidly, I said, "How do you know him?"

Damon looked away, as if he was losing his patience with me. He briefly closed his eyes before slowly opening them again. "Look, I'm trying to be as nice as possible about it."

"What are you talking about? Just tell me why you're looking for him."
"I have business with him." He said, vaguely.

I shook my head. "Look, I don't know where he is, but even if I did, there'd be no reason for you to talk to him."
Why would my dad even talk to this guy?
I didn't like the eerie feeling I was getting. I began to close the door but was blocked when his black boot stopped it.
Apprehension started to fill me. Slowly, I opened the door back.

Damon was now closer, Not even a foot away. He was so tall. It was his height and the darkness in his eyes that alerted me. Something wasn't right. Something about his eyes weren't right. As the wind blew from outside, every hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

He crowded my space, made me feel small as he leaned in toward me and I looked away.
He was too far in the house for me to just close the door on him, but I was still blocking him from fully stepping into the foyer.
I can't just have him here. Although dad was gone, my uncle was coming to pick me up soon. He'll be wondering who this guy is.
I had to do something. Summon some type of courage.

I slowly met his eyes again, and something inside of me felt threatened, like this boy was dangerous. "I-I'm not letting you in." I said to him, trying but failing not to sound afraid.

Damon moved in more. I could feel his warm breath on his face as his eyes glared into mine.
When he spoke, his voice was calm. Too calm. "Did I ask you if I could come in?" I knew it was a rhetorical question, so I didn't say anything. I just kept my eyes on him.

"All I asked was one simple question. I'll repeat it since you're too fucking dim to remember," His lips were just a breath from mine when he breathed, "Where. Is. Your. Father?"

My heart jumped from his closeness. I couldn't take this. I stepped back further into the house and was thankful that he didn't follow me. He just stayed in the doorway, watching me.

"I don't know. Now you better leave."
Damon took another step into the house, making me suck in a breath.
He took another step and I stepped back shaking my head.

He stopped and breathed deeply. He was losing his patience. His fists were balled at his sides. His eyes were almost as black as night as he looked at me.

I should have run. I should have grabbed a knife in case he planned to attack me. But I couldn't move. I was rooted to the floor as he stared at me.

Damon slowly retreated to the door.
I watched in confusion as he walked back over the threshold, out onto my porch.

I didn't dare take another step. I wouldn't until he was fully gone.
He turned around to face me, his eyes back to that green, as if they weren't just black a moment before.
"Give your dad a message for me, will you?"

The next words to fall from his lips I'll never forget.

"When I see him, he's dead."


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