Desprate Times

Desprate Times

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Details

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Sweet Amy is stuck in her obssesion with her neighbour John, who is not only married with two children but also the police officer that had saved her a few years prior from her abusive parents. She is jealous of his wife, hates the children and desires John's soul and body at any price.

Summary

Sweet Amy is stuck in her obssesion with her neighbour John, who is not only married with two children but also the police officer that had saved her a few years prior from her abusive parents. She is jealous of his wife, hates the children and desires John's soul and body at any price.

Content

Submitted: April 12, 2017

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: April 12, 2017

A A A

A A A


Spring sunshine awoke everything. Flowers grew towards the light, the dew on the grass sparkled like a diamond forest. It was a peaecfull scenery. In my hand i held a cup of freshly brewed coffee, the smell of which dominated my kitchen. Out of the window i saw my neighbours house. It was a lovely yellow colour and had a huge porch on which two rocking chairs swayed in the slight breeze. His garden was a magnificen varray of colours and flowers. Roses, tulips and dasies spread across the green grass. The sprinkerls dance casted a rainbow of beauy into the air. It truley was a wonderfull view; untill the children came into the garden to play.

The girl clumsely jumped over a rope in an attempt to skip. I had to laugh a little when she got tangled up and nearly feel over. I imagined how gorgious that rope would look around her little neck. Amber, the girl, crushed the little white flowers underneath her pethetic feet while playing with her toy. Than she was joined by her older brother, he was around ten years old. His hand was covered with a leather glove with which he caught a ball that he threw into the air. I hoped the ball feel onto his face, that would be worth watching. Seeig these brats made me  anrgy and envious. The grip on my cup tightend. The heat of the beverage burned the palm of my hand but my fustration and loathing towards the children mildend the pain and made it berable.

Suddenly the neighbours back door leading to the yard swung open and John emerged from it. Immidiatly my grip soften and smile curved on my face. He was very handsome. His eyes always had a calm kindness to them, he was strong to. Not muscular nor was his body contoured with muscle, he was just very strong looking. John joined his brat son in his game of catch. They both taunted each other and threw the ball with there best skill. A giggle escaped mylungs when the boy dropped the ball after failing to catch it. Time continued to tick and the next thing i knew was that the son was tackling John to the floor. My heart sank to my stomach when i thought the boy attacked his father i rushed to my own back door. Before i opend it i could hear the laughter and returned to the window to John back on his feet. His son was slung over his shoulder  and he was spinning in circles. Relive washed over me. Amber joined the game. She tickled her father, but John scupped her up  with his free arm before she could do aymore damage. As i watched his children crawl over him like ants i could not help but imagine how the touch of his hand on my arm would compare to the feeling of the touch of his hand on my thigh. Or how would the feeling of his lips on mine be different from the feeling of his lips on my neck? The thought send a current of electricity up my spine and curvre bliss across my face. How could a man make you feel this special just by living next door? Unfortunetly my joy was cut short when Johns wife, the whore Maria, also emerged from the house dressed ready for a day of gardening.  She walked over to John and gave him a kiss. A clot formed in my throat as i watched this. How dare she treat him this way? She did not ask if she was aloud to give him a kiss. She was a damn whore! How could she be this unfaithfull to him?

Everyday i watched her. Marias body screamed for male attention other than her husband. Day after day she wore summer dresses, usally yellow or orange, that rested just above the knee, She flashed her perfectly perly theeth at everyperson she had chance to see. He lips were always covered by red lipstick. Her brown hair was silky and bounced with every step. She was petit and a complete flirt.I saw her embrace one of Johns friends once after a BBQ they histed. How could she be this unfaithfull to him? She made him work. John left for work every  day at exacly 8:00 am Just before going to the car Maria gives him a kiss good bye and once he left the drive she waves at him untill his car is out of sight. How can she send him to potential death so heartlessly everyday. He worked in the police force, and heaven knows it could be his death. She was a whore, no more. She had no worth.

"John, i know its your day off today, but could you fix the sink for me please? Its blocked again or something." She requested with her brilliant white theeth on display. John nodded and replied "No problem Honey." and gave her a kiss on the forhead before turning his attention on the children again who excitely pointed at something in the grass. How could John be this blind to her manipulation? She did not give him say. When he retrned from the station at around 7:00 pm she would have dinner ready. Fridays she always cooked fish and Tuesdays always vegitarian, but she never consulted John. She never asked him what he would like to eat or if he wanted to go to work. She demanded for him to fix the sink. I hated that woman and her chldren. John needed help to get out of there. Poor man.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a Ding Dong. I quickly glanzed at the clock on the wall. It was 10:55 am. Early as usal. i opend the door and it creacked open. On the other side of the frame Doctor Sahra Millwards friendly face looked at me.

"Good morning Sahra. Please come on in and have a seat on my sofa."

"Thank you Amy."  Sahra entered lowered herself onto my sofa.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" I asked polightly

"No thank you Amy. I wont be staying for very long." she never did. She was a woman of her word. She said she would see me every saturday at eleven am but she was always early. Even better than her word. I took a seat opposite her and smiled. After a short silence Sahra pulled out a notepad and spoke. "So, have you been taking your medecine?" i giggled

"Of course not. I am not sick silly. Why would i need medecine?"

" because , Amy, its not that kind of medecin. It will help you sleep and will stop your nightmares."

"Nightmares? What nightmares?"

"That dream you keep telling me about. Is that not a nightmare?" i continued my little giggle

"Its not a nightmare, sure the beginning of the dream is a little scary, but i would not say it is a nighmare."

"Oh okay." Sahra was scribblig something down on her notepad. I bit my lip as i tried to read what she wrote  but the paper was out of view. What was she writting? was she writting a book and not tell me? Was i starring in it, or was i her muse and source of inspiration. I did not ask; i like surprises.

"So what happens in this dream again Amy?" Sahra asked.

"Well, i know you like to hear this so let me tell you again. I am in the middle of the ocean on boat, like a fishing boat. But the water is inky black and very thick. It does not flow as nicely as water. I get joined by these two male figure. The faces are blank. Literally, no eyes,nose or mouth, just the body ears and hair. One of the men pushes me to the floor and lies on top of me. His head is very close to my face and my hands are held tightly to my side so i cant move. The second man starts to hit me and kick my side. His hands are covered with brass knuckles tat are made ut of barrbed wire. One of his strikes misses me and he punches a hole in the boats floor through which i fall. The next thing that happens is i am in the water. I try to swim but the water is to thick to move. Suddenly the two men are in the water with me. Everything is dark only there faces are not. They have faces at that point. One man has blue eyes the other brown. One has a beard and wrinkled weathered skin the other man a slightly younger and has bushy eye brows and defenite broken nose. They dont blink though. They dont breath. The just move towards me. I feel something grab me around my foot and before the man can come any close i get dragged under the water and get pulled deeper and deeper into the waery abyss. Deeper, deeper, deeper and deeper  get pulled. In my dream, when i open my eyes again i emerge on the other side. This time i am stood on a raft in the middle of he ocean again. This time the water is norma and the sun is jsut risf´ing. A man embraces me caringly and the next thing i know i sit at a cafe with my first cup of coffee. The sugar i put into is made out of tiny humans that look like my parents. Its funny because they scream when i put the sugar into the coffee. The man from the wraft is sat opposite me and hold my hand gently. He reassures me that i am safe now. Untill he dies and behind his body a woman stands a gun pointed where his head was. I quickly run towards her and take the gun and shoot her."


© Copyright 2017 NeonPen. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Other Content by NeonPen

More Great Reading

Popular Tags