Stranger To Love and Love Which to Fear

Stranger To Love and Love Which to Fear Stranger To Love and Love Which to Fear

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

The time has come and again I am searching for something to keep me going. I am hungry but this time I am doing things differently; very differently. I am a man many know of, but they know nothing about my plans and nothing about me personally. My name is Ryan and of course I am filthy rich. Nobody could ever get into my head. I am 22 but I have it all. For some reason,though, I wanted her. I wanted this strange, troubled girl in ways that would sicken some people, but I wasn't ashamed of it I. I wasn't aware of what I would be getting myself into. I wasn't one to fall in-love easily.My past has turned me cold in a way.Honestly, I could kill someone easily if I wanted to with all the skills I have. I have never felt the need to protect anyone since Cara my ex, but for some reason, I feel she needs me and nothing makes me want to back down. What I want most is for her to be mine and nothing can get in the way of my future intentions. Maybe I am crazy...crazy for her.

Summary

The time has come and again I am searching for something to keep me going. I am hungry but this time I am doing things differently; very differently. I am a man many know of, but they know nothing about my plans and nothing about me personally. My name is Ryan and of course I am filthy rich. Nobody could ever get into my head. I am 22 but I have it all. For some reason,though, I wanted her. I wanted this strange, troubled girl in ways that would sicken some people, but I wasn't ashamed of it I. I wasn't aware of what I would be getting myself into. I wasn't one to fall in-love easily.My past has turned me cold in a way.Honestly, I could kill someone easily if I wanted to with all the skills I have. I have never felt the need to protect anyone since Cara my ex, but for some reason, I feel she needs me and nothing makes me want to back down. What I want most is for her to be mine and nothing can get in the way of my future intentions. Maybe I am crazy...crazy for her.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Stranger To Love and Love Which to Fear

Author Chapter Note

The time has come and again I am searching for something to keep me going. I am hungry but this time I am doing things differently; very differently. I am a man many know of, but they know nothing about my plans and nothing about me personally. My name is Ryan and of course I am filthy rich. Nobody could ever get into my head. I am 22 but I have it all. For some reason,though, I wanted her. I wanted this strange, troubled girl in ways that would sicken some people, but I wasn't ashamed of it I. I wasn't aware of what I would be getting myself into. I wasn't one to fall in-love. Honestly, I could kill someone easily if I wanted to with all the skills I have. I have never felt the need to protect anyone, but for some reason, I felt she needed me and nothing makes me want to back down. What I want most to be hers and nothing can get in the way of my future intentions. Maybe I am crazy...crazy for her.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 17, 2014

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Ryan’s POV

I saw Leah. I heard her friend call her name as she was walking down the dark street on the coldest night.

 

At that moment,  I knew she was what I wanted.

 

She was going to me mine.

 

Leah was the type of girl who gave you a whiplash when she was present. Those crystal blue eyes left me lingering for more and the way her brunette hair gently swayed with each step drove me crazy. I wanted to touch her; to breath her in. Her tiny flawless body was all that I could imagine.

 

I wanted her.

 

I needed her.

 

Those beautiful dimples formed on her face, and as I watched her,  I noticed she was nervous, or maybe scared. From what, I do not know, but I was curious .

 

I didn't even make my move yet when out of no where she took off running down the dark street. I’m not sure why, but I know soon enough she will be running to me.

 

I just have to wait. It wouldn't be long at all. Nervous doesn't even come close to how she would be feeling when I get my hands on her. But I needed to know what was going on and to make sure this strange, beautiful girl was alright. I needed to follow her.

 

But where was she running to?

 

And what was the rush?


 

Leah’s POV---

 

Walking down the street alone in this cold manipulating air didn't scare me. It was comforting because I know what happens out here couldn't be any worse then what would happen in my “sanctuary”, or my so called home.

 

It is a cold December night and the snow had taken over the ground. Ice sickles were lingering above my head, but I didn't really care if they came crashing down into the depths of my soul. I was too far gone to worry.

 

I am only seventeen and I am ready for my world to go black on me because at this point, nothing could get any worse.

 

Or at least I don't want to be around for it to be.

 

As I got closer to my house, I already knew what I was walking into. My mother’s boyfriend left me a very disturbing voicemail about what I was commanded to do. I was at the end of the street when I heard a scream and I knew it was coming from my house and I froze in my tracks, questioning what I was walking into...

 

My mother’s boyfriend was pure evil along with his son and doped up friends. My mum was always running around as if she had nothing better to do than slave away her life to him. It killed me. She was a changed woman ever since my father left for war.

 

We haven’t heard a word of his whereabouts and it not only killed me emotionally, but it has also taken a huge toll on my mother. She has been slacking on taking care of my younger sister, who is was just a day shy of being five.

 

I adored my little sister, Gracie, and she was more of my child then my sister. I work my ass off just to make sure she and I have the things we need because my mother puts her “pimp” of a boyfriend before us, which is exactly why my older brother Max left as soon as he turned 18.

 

It has been three years and I lost touch with him a while ago. Max isn't a jerk for leaving us and I understand why he did. He had to. But everyday I wish that he would come back for me and Gracie.

 

If only he knew how things were...

 

There were days when I thought I saw him on the street, but I knew I was only kidding myself. He wouldn't be here. He wanted nothing to do with our mother since she had given up on dad, thinking he was gone and never returning. Max was furious and when he saw that she just clung to another man, he lost it. Although he loved us dearly he couldn't bring himself to stay. He promised me and Gracie that he would find dad and bring him home; that he would come back and get this jerk, James, my mothers new man, out of the picture.

 

I snapped back into reality and took off running towards my house. I wasn't a fast runner, but when you hear something like that it doesn't take much to get you moving.

 

I threw the front door open to find some man knocked out on the living room floor. To be honest, I wasn't concerned enough to check on him.

 

I raced to my room where Gracie was always waiting but today I open my bedroom door and see nothing. I ran through the house looking like a crazy woman when out of no where James’ son grabs me, throwing me into his room which was Max’s room before he left.

 

James’ son, Adam, is a very selfish person and is too caught up in himself. Even though he is far from ugly, I hate everything about him.

 

“Let go of me!” I scream.

 

I didn't have time for his shit.  I needed to find my little sister and make sure she was okay.

 

Adam knew I was pissed and he loved to make me mad. He is an immature 19 year old male with dark brown eyes and dirty blond hair. He is built and buff, and about 6 feet tall. I, myself, am  5’2”ish, so he towers over me.

 

Smacking his hand away, I went to swing the door open as he slammed it shut and pushed me against it. He was close, way too close for comfort, and I took this chance as I slapped him hard across his face.

 

That just pissed him off even more, though, and he shoved me to the ground holding me down.

 

Adam had his attention on me from day one along with his wicked dad. They made me feel out of place in my own home. It no longer feels like home, it honestly feels like a prison with them here.

 

I scream, not knowing what he was about to do when James came bursting through the door like a mad man. He wasn't here to save me, but in a way he did. He had a bone to pick with Adam about a deal that had gone wrong and that was my cue to get lost.

 

I ran out of the bedroom, so shaken up that I almost forgot the purpose of why I was roaming the house in the first place and that’s when it hit me.

 

Gracie.

 

I ran back to my room remembering the hiding place I had given her in case things were ever to get out of hand unexpectedly.

 

Who was I kidding things were never good in this house. I know it and my baby sister knows it.

 

Imade it to my room, slamming the door and locking it behind me. I go straight to my huge walk in closet, pushing my clothes apart as I climbed over a few toys and threw open the huge toy box that I had since I was young. It is a long pretty blue box I could lay in it if I wanted to. It sort of reminds me of a coffin.

 

But there she was, my monkey; my little Gracie.

 

I picked her up. She was sound asleep with a bear and a blanket that I had given her when she was born. She opened her eyes and I could tell that she has been crying with how puffy and red they are.

 

Holding her close, I whisper to her, “You’re okay, I am here now.”

 

Gracie hugged me so tightly and I knew, at this very moment, that I could never leave her here. I don’t care what I have to do to take care of us. I will work the streets if I have to...

 


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