I was ruined for men from the day I was born. My dad was a deadbeat drug user that beat my mum up. Then when I was nine, my parents were in a horrible car accident, my mother died on impact, and my father survived. He recovered, then he left, never to return. I was taken in by my uncle, and let's say he wasn't much better than his brother, and that was putting it mildly.
The most important thing I learned was men could never be trusted and I don't need any in my life. It's better to take advantage of them before they do it to me. It took me fifteen years before I realised these things, but now I live by them! Don't get me wrong, I do have male friends and co-workers but never a boyfriend. No, I'm not a virgin either. My cousin Jarrad made sure of that!
Currently, I am working part-time in a small restaurant. It isn't buying me luxury, but it is keeping me housed and fed. Even though it's only a one-bedroom apartment, I didn't care because I was finally living alone. My workplace had just changed owners, Mike Townley my new boss is a forty-two-year-old man married to Mrs. Tiffany. They have three little brats, which his wife proudly paraded around the restaurant. Always impeccably dressed in matching outfits. Often, I'd catch my Boss watching me bend over or leering down my top. What a sleaze.
I was trying to save up for a car. The subway was getting dangerous, and that was coming from me. Last week when it was late, I was on my way home when three guys tried to jump me. Fortunately, I had spent two years running long distances in high school. I was fast too.
I woke up soaked in sweat as the nightmares plagued me again. Always similar, but different faces haunt me. I'm in a small, dark room, and it's damp and cold. I'm alone, naked and scared. I hear footsteps approaching and locks opening. I start to shake uncontrollably. The door opens, and a male figure appears. It's too dark to see who it is. He comes towards me, holding a pole in his hand. He then starts pocking at me with it. I'm tied to a rusty pipe. The figure leans in closer. The face comes into view, revealing either my dad, uncle or my cousin. The last few times, it has been two of them coming in. But tonight, was the first night it had been all three of my childhood abusers walking towards me. That's when I woke up.
Getting out of bed, I go and sit in the dark lounge room, too scared to go back to sleep and not feeling safe living alone. I'd thought about living with a girlfriend, but I honestly didn't have any. I don't understand other females, giggles, fancy hairstyles, painted nails, make-up, shoes, fashion, and shopping. I only shop for necessities. Forcing myself I head back to the room leaving the light on till sleep finally takes over.
After waking feel crap from bad dreams and lack of sleep I curse to myself as the damn train runs late. I arrived fifteen minutes after my shift began, and Mike wasn't happy. He spends fifteen minutes telling my breasts how unprofessional my behaviour is. I apologize pushing them up against him giving him a quick embrace. He pats me on the ass and says, "Don't do it again." I feel him getting hard. Quickly I release my hug. I use his reaction to my advantage, hiking up my skirt a little and bending over as often as possible, and it doesn't go unnoticed by him.
A few hours later, the Boss's family came in for an early dinner. Tiffany prances past with her three little clones and sit's them in a booth. I head over to take the order. Mike hasn't realised that they are here yet. I bend over to tickle the youngest of the three, Hannah. She's only one but has the chubbiest cheeks you've ever seen. I turned to take the order into the kitchen, walking straight into Mike, looking a little hot under the collar. He catches me and lingers a little too long for his wife's liking. As I walk back towards the kitchen, I can hear Tiffany complaining about his behaviour.
After my shift ends, I head to the staffroom to get changed. Mike storms in, "Now listen here, you little cock tease, my wife didn't find that little show of yours very amusing." Mike spat out angrily.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" I lied.
He gave me a menacing look. "I'm sure you don't Paige, I'm probably going to be left high and dry now. Thanks to you and that ass." He complains, staring lustfully at my rear end. Locking the door, my Boss moves towards me. My heart starts to race. Paige, you're safe, you're in control, and you're not a kid anymore!
He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down on the bench. "Now, you can service me while my wife isn't! Like a good girl, you are my waitress after all." He laughs.
"Yes, Sir," I replied. Pretending this was something I often did as I slid down his trousers. Not half bad, I think but aloud say, "Oh Mike, you're so big and hard. How will I ever fit that in my mouth?"
"Just suck it, Paige!" My Boss demands. I sucked his cock deep, hard, and fast. He came within minutes. He was puffing and had to sit down to catch his breath. "Damn, girl."
"Ah, Mike. I missed my train. Can you give me a ride home?" I asked.
"Kid, I can't be caught driving you around. I'm a married man." He answered. I chose this moment to change out of my work uniform. He was noticeably enjoying me doing so. "Okay, just this once." I gave him my sexiest smile and nodded.
The drive back to my apartment only took fifteen minutes, but it was extremely uncomfortable and felt more like an hour. I wasn't surprised when my Boss wanted to walk me to my door 'for my own safety.' As if he cared.
The second we got into my apartment, and he'd confirmed that we were alone, he started to undress me. Mike then reached for my perky breasts. I stepped out of his grasp, causing him to drop his arms to his sides and frown. "I thought you wanted this too?" He complained.
"We were at work before. I was getting paid", I explained. "I'm happy if you're willing to pay, but otherwise, I'm good. Thanks." I walked to the fridge and bent down to grab a drink of water from the bottom of the door. Mike made a growling noise low in his throat.
"Fine. Yes. Just come here."
He began groping my chest like a horny teenager. After a few minutes, I leaned over the sofa, sticking my ass out and asked him to fuck me. He quickly agreed. It was over after ten minutes. I made all the appropriate noises of satisfaction, which I'd perfected over the years. Tucking the money into my secret stash I headed straight for the shower.
A strange scrapping and rattling noise woke me up. I looked at my phone. It was One-fifty. Who was trying to get into my room from the third-floor balcony? Slowly I climbed out of bed and shuffled toward the window. I peeped through the gap in the curtain, trying to stay unseen. "Hey", an unfamiliar voice questioned. "Why are you in my room?"
"This is my room," I called back. "Room three hundred and eighteen." He stopped trying to get in and mumbled something.
"AJ? AJ?" a lady yelled outside. The boy pressed himself against my window so he couldn't be spotted from above.
"Please let me in? my mum will see me," AJ begged. Reluctantly agreeing, I open my door. He quickly walks in and shuts it behind himself, A quick glimmer of fear shot through my body, but was only short lived.
I instantly smell alcohol on him and fan my nose, asking "Had a few drinks, have we?" he replies with a large goofy grin. I turn to lock the door and shut the curtains. "So, what's the story with your mum?" I wonder out loud, but as I turn back to face him, he's sitting up, arms crossed over his chest on my armchair, fast asleep. I head back to bed, strangely falling straight back to sleep. When I wake up in the morning, my apartment is empty.
I'd been at work for two hours when my Boss called me into his office. "Yes, Sir?" I sweetly ask.
"My wife has been ignoring my sexual urges. Are you free after work for me to drop in, say around seven?" Mike quickly blurted.
"I'm not sure I can make it tonight." I bluffed. It was apparent he was desperate.
"Come on, Paige, I'll pay you extra?" My Boss begged.
"Okay, see you at seven." I winked and strolled out of his office.
On the way home on the subway, I spotted AJ and approached him. "Hi, AJ." He looked at me with confusion. "Paige," I reminded him, "You tried to break into my apartment last weekend." AJ's cheeks started to colour, and he gave me a weak smile. We walked home together while he apologised and explained what had happened. We parted on the lift, and AJ said he would come by later to help me fix my printer.
It was six-thirty when I got home. I made myself a quick dinner and tidied up before Mike got here for his booty call. He arrived ten minutes later looking nervous, and anyone would think he was the one sleeping with his older Boss for cash.
"So, Mr. Townley, where would you like to start?" I asked. Already I could see movement under his pants. He rubbed himself through his jeans. "I wanna fuck you up against the balcony window, with your tits pressed up against the glass." Mike requested, slurring his speech ever so slightly.
"Oh, Mike, you're a dirty boy. I like it." I agreed, giving him a winning smile.
We both undressed quickly. As Mike got closer, I could smell he'd been drinking. He probably needed the courage. My Boss pushed me forcefully up against the glass, a little rougher than I expected. A gasp escapes my lips as the cool window meets the hot flesh of my breast. Mike seemed to be in a hurry tonight, not trying to touch me or explore my body. He just grabs me by the waist and pulls me hard up against his pelvis, and ploughs straight into me. I call out in pain and try to push away from the glass, but it's no use. He is way stronger than me. Mike grabs me by my hair and slams into me again and again.
Something is triggered inside me. I feel sudden rage. Oh, hell no! this isn't happening to me again. I plant my palm on the window, ready to push back with all my strength.
At the exact moment, my eyes meet AJ's as he drops down from the balcony above. He yells out to Mike. "Let go of her." He looks up in shock to see someone on the balcony watching us. Mike drags me by my hair away from the window and shuts the curtains.
AJ starts to bang on the door. Using this distraction, I kick out at Mike, missing my target and getting in the thigh. He stumbles backwards while still holding onto me. "Just hold still, will you. I'm almost done."
The balcony door opened with a thud. "What the fuck are you doing? Let go of her, or I'm gonna call the cops!" AJ threatens.
Mike was quick to reply, "I paid for it, so piss off so I can finish!"
I slip out of his hold and run to my bathroom to hide. I heard more yelling between the two, then something smashed. Fuck, I thought, opening the door a crack to look through. Mike was right on the other side, waiting. He slid his foot in the open doorway to prevent it from shutting again.
My breathing quickened, and I began to shake as he corned me near the toilet. "Just relax, Paige", Mike reassured me. "Things have gotten way out of hand." He sits on the toilet and tugs me onto his lap, and whispers in my ear. "Two minutes, and it will be over. Don't make it any worse." Gritting my teeth, I try to ignore the pain inside me as he quickly reaches his climax. Mike releases his hold on me, and I drop to the floor like a used tissue.
After he leaves, I turn on the shower and sit under the steaming water, letting it run down my aching body. Feeling weak, pathetic, disgusting and used. My tears mix into the water.
I jump slightly as a gentle tapping sound comes from my bathroom door. "Paige, are you okay in there?" Asked a concerned voice. Shit! I'd forgotten AJ was here. "Yeah, I'll be fine." But I didn't sound too convincing.
"Do you want me to go, or I could stay and keep you company?" He offered. Suddenly the thought of being alone terrified me. "Stay!" I cried out a little too loud. "Please? I'll be out in a sec."
"Take your time, no rush, I'll wait." He reassured me.
I scrubbed myself clean but I still feel dirty, then got dressed and joined AJ in the kitchen. He'd made coffee and sat opposite each other at the table. Finally relaxing I allow myself to look at AJ and noticed a gash near his left eyebrow. It was still bleeding. "Your hurt?" I questioned guiltily.
"This is nothing, Paige. I'm just sorry I couldn't stop the man from hurting you." AJ confessed, looking down into his cup like he was the bad guy. I shook my head to let him know it wasn't his fault and explained what had happened. I'm surprised when he doesn't look at me with disgust. He didn't think I was asking for it.
We stayed up till four a.m. talking and fell asleep on the couch. I was surprised to see AJ had stayed the following morning, but I was confused about what to do about work and had some unusual feelings.
He did seem genuinely sorry when I told him about how my mum had passed away. Then my relocation to my dad's brothers, Uncle Roger, was a real piece of work. He started beating me at eleven if I didn't clean sufficiently or burnt dinner. But AJ was most outraged when I told him about my cousin Jarrad. He was sixteen when I moved in with him and my uncle at nine. Jarrad took it upon himself to join me at night to 'keep me safe in a new place'. It happened up until he moved out at twenty. When I finally found the courage to tell my uncle, he proceeded to look me up and down and said, "show me what he taught you." A year and a half later, I'd taken all the abuse I could handle. So, I left. The streets had to be better.
I ended up going to work the following Wednesday for my shift. Being homeless again wasn't an option. Once in the staff room, I opened my locker to put my bag in and jumped when I heard the door shut with force. "Morning, Paige, I didn't think you'd show today!" my Boss commented. I chose not to respond or turn around. Seeing him wasn't on my to-do list. "Look, I'm sorry it got a little out of hand-"
"Little out of hand!" I repeated back. "You raped me! And you knocked out my friend." I spat back.
Mike snapped, "Shut your mouth. I did no such thing. I paid for your services and made sure I got what I paid for." I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you serious? I wonder if the police or your wife would feel the same way?" I mentioned.
"Don't you dare!" Mike barked, then softened his voice after hearing the echo it caused in the empty staffroom. "Come on, Paige, I had too much to drink. It won't happen again. I'll stay away from you." He pleaded. Staring straight at him, I didn't reply. "And I'll give you a ten percent raise?"
I frowned but nodded. "Just stay away from me." I muttered as I walked out of the room.
Recently AJ had been meeting me at the train station after every shift to escort me home safely. He refused to meet me at the restaurant because he'd feel the need to fill Tiffany in on our little secret. It was a tempting idea, and I'd had to stop myself from doing it on numerous occasions. AJ and I had become close in the last few weeks, and he'd even cooked me dinner once. Tonight, he was cooking for me again. I had to admit I was a little excited.
After showering, I walked into the kitchen to a fantastic aroma. AJ really knew how to cook. I smiled despite myself, I was happy, but I didn't want to trust it was real. I couldn't see him hurting me. It just wasn't his nature. Once dinner was over, we sat on the couch to continue watching Vampire diaries. I couldn't get enough of Stefen.
I was overly tired because I'd worked two hours overtime tonight. I rested my head on AJ's shoulder and must have drifted off to sleep for a minute, but I woke when a strand of hair was gentle being tucked behind my ear. Opening my eyes, I smile at him. Gently leaning forward, AJ presses his smooth, soft lips to mine. I sat there in shock. I'd only been kissed by one other guy before. He puts his hand delicately on the back of my neck and draws the kiss deeper. I open my mouth and invite him in.
As I start to feel myself relaxing, AJ moves one of his hands to my breast. I instantly push him away, "What do you think you're doing?" I accuse. But without letting him answer, I stood up quickly and ran to my room and locked the door calling behind me. "You can let yourself out!" I broke down in tears and felt stupid. What was wrong with me?
One month and ten days after my Boss had raped me, I strutted into his office, then shut and locked the door. Taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk, I sit down. He looked at me puzzled, as I'd been avoiding him like the plague.
"We have a problem," I stated bluntly.
"We?" My Boss repeated.
"Yes, We!" I paused for effect. "We are having a baby!" Mikes eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. So, he closed it again.
After a few minutes of silence, he tried again, "We aren't anything but Boss and employee! You got yourself knocked up because you sold yourself! Now I don't know whose baby you got inside there," he said, pointing to my stomach. "But I highly doubt it's mine." He raged. I sat without talking while he said his piece, then it was my turn.
"I haven't slept with anybody else in the last six months, not that you'd believe me, but I'm more than happy to do a DNA test when the little surprise arrives? And then you can pay maintenance for the next eighteen years." Mike went to interrupt, but I silenced him with my hand. "I'm sure Tiffany would love that." I paused for emphasis. "Or we can get rid of 'OUR' problem now, and no one has to know." I got up to leave. "Think about it and get back to me," I said as I walked out the door not wait for a reply.
I hadn't been sleeping well in the past week, and all I could think about was AJ. It hurt in a way I'd only felt after losing my mother. He had tried to contact me on many occasions, but I refused to respond. It was getting harder to ignore him. Climbing under the blankets, I cried myself to sleep.
Waking with an eerie feeling, similar to what I felt after one of my nightmares in the basement. I quickly turned on my lamp and sat up to hug my knees to my chest. I grabbed my phone to distract myself from my thoughts. AJ had messaged me, begging for me to talk to him so that we could work things out. After a few minutes, I gave in and messaged okay.
Soon I hear a tap on my balcony window. Letting AJ in, I couldn't help feel a little nervous. We just stood there facing each other for a second. I went to turn away, but he gently drew me into his arms. I melted against his body, then we walked to my room, got into bed, and held onto each other till we fell asleep.
Halfway through my shift the following week, Mike called me into his office. I went in and shut the door waiting for him to speak. "I've had some time to think about your proposal and believe it's in both of our best interests to have this dealt with straight away. I will give you the money for the abortion." Mike decided.
"I'll think about it," I retorted and left the room to go back to work.
Mike followed me out. "Paige", he called after me, "we haven't finished talking." I walk towards the booth where his wife and kids are seated. And take their order. I look around, but my boss is nowhere in sight, so I take the order back to the kitchen. Only to find Mike waiting in there for me. He grabbed my wrist and led me back to his office, and shoved me through the door. "I will give you ten thousand dollars and a month off work to get it done. This isn't an option, Paige." My Boss was getting mad as he spoke.
I was a little scared but tried not to show it before he decided not to give me the money. "Fine. Please make me a cheque. I'll collect it at the end of my shift."
I pulled my wrist out of his grasp and tried not to smirk as I walked away.
Revenge felt good, and I deserved that money for what he did to me, and I didn't care if I had pretended to be pregnant. He deserved it.
AJ would be ecstatic we could go away for the weekend now. We had chosen to go away for four nights to bed and breakfast in the country. I'd never done anything like this before. It felt like a dream. AJ had just ordered the car, and it would arrive in twenty minutes. I'd been trying to settle my nerves but couldn't.
After settling in, we had a picnic near the lake, then rode the horses. Once we cleaned up and we'd eaten, AJ and I decided to go for a stroll by the stream. It was a warm evening just after sundown. The stars appeared closer and brighter than usual. We stripped down to our bathers and walked into the crystal-clear water. Stopped in the middle AJ stood behind me, holding me around the waist. Whilst whispering random nonsense into the side of my neck. I could feel his arousal pressing into me as his breath tickled me. It wasn't making me as nervous as it used to. A few times, I even felt myself wanting him to touch me. I couldn't make AJ wait forever, so I decided that tonight was the night!
I turned to face him and tilted my head up to meet his lips. AJ slid his hands down to my ass and gently squeezed it. My pulse races in anticipation of what was about to happen. I can do this, I want this, I tell myself. I place my hands on his chest and admire the hard, smooth surface for the first time. I feel my body responding to his touch. It's an exciting feeling. Quickly we pull apart as another couple approach the lake. We decide to go back to our room.
AJ slowly peels my wet bikini top off my body and surrounds my breast with his large warm hands, causing a moan to escape my lips, surprising me as much as him. His face lights up, and he seemed surer of what he's doing. We move to the bedroom, and both finished getting undressed.
He turns off the light and slides under the sheets next to me. A little shiver runs up my spine. I reach to touch AJ's body and start to explore. AJ lays back and enjoys me finally touching his body. But he is too excited to wait much longer to feel me again. Rolling to his side he traces his fingers up the inside of my left thigh and back down my right. His tongue flicks out to find my nipple, stealing another moan of pleasure from me. He moves my hand towards his swollen manhood. It is so hard and smooth, not at all what I expect. I moved my hand along the length slowly, causing AJ to swear under his breath. I feel alive in a way I haven't before. I feel attractive and powerful.
We continued to tease and caress each other till we're not sure we can handle waiting any longer. AJ places his body over mine and looks at me, making sure I am okay. I nodded, reassuring him.
We start kissing, and he reached his hand down towards my eager wetness. The second his finger traced over my sex, I feel myself scream internally, and feel like I'm back in the basement. I freeze in fear, close my eyes tight, and don't think before words fall from my mouth, "Please stop, don't touch me."
I turned away from the pain in AJ eyes and get up, running to the bathroom to hide. I sit on the lid of the toilet and start to cry. Seconds later I hear a gentle knock at the door.
"Paige, can I come in?" I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. He waits a few seconds before continuing. "I'm not mad Paige, don't be hard on yourself. You've been thought a lot." AJ sympathises.
I start to shake and hug myself as the tears fall with a vengeance. After around ten minutes, I hear AJ walk away from the door. When I can't hold my eyes open anymore, I go to sleep on a pile of towels on the bathroom floor.
AJ woke me carefully in the early hours of the morning, causing me to jump in fear. Realising it was AJ, I relaxed. "Please come to bed, Paige. I won't touch you. I can't let you sleep on the hard floor." He pleaded. Nodding my head, I get up, walk to the bed, and lay there, knowing sleep won't come. I can't bring myself to face AJ.
When I wake late the following day, I'm relieved AJ isn't in our room. What a disaster. I don't know what to do. I feel so embarrassed.
Sitting in the car on my way home, I'm already regretting my decision to leave unannounced. My phone has been going crazy, and I've had to turn it off. However, I did send AJ a message, or should I say a word. 'Sorry' was all I sent. What more could I say? I am broken. I always kind of thought I was. Now I know for sure.
Today I had to go back to work. I'd had my month off, and I started to see a shrink. I think it was going well. I was glad to have something to distract me now that work was back because, honestly, I couldn't handle another moment agonising over AJ.
I'd moved apartments, sure I was in the same building complex, but he didn't know that, and I'd changed my phone number. He'd almost bumped into me a few times, but he seemed so distracted he wasn't paying any attention. It was so painful to see him like that, but he was better off without me in his life.
The one thing I wasn't looking forward to about my return was bumping into my Boss. I knew he was going to want to make sure I'd taken care of the fake baby. So, I wrote him a short note and left it on his office desk. I went about my shift as usual, but I couldn't seem to get any of the orders right. I spilt three drinks, got two tables mixed up and kept zoning out. The head waiter pulled me to the side to talk, Sharon and I weren't really on friendly terms already, so I'm sure she enjoyed giving me an earful.
I was surprised when Mike came to my rescue, or so I thought at first. But then he grabbed me roughly by the wrist and led me to his office. "Let go of her." we turn to see AJ rushing towards us. "Get your filthy hands off of her. Now." He yells. Mike lets go.
"You can both get out of my restaurant." Mike demands. AJ holds my hand and replies, "Gladly, you filthy perv." and heads for the entrance.
"Wait, I need to get my things." We go to the staff room so I can get my bag and change. My heart is racing. AJ came to rescue me. All the feelings I thought I did an excellent job shoving into my stomach came rushing back the second our hands touched. Without a second thought or turning to look back, we headed out the front door of the restaurant.
Once outside, we ran into Tiffany and her children. "Hi, Paige. Are you leaving? the kids won't be happy with someone else taking their order, maybe next time." She patted my arm and went to continue into the store.
"There won't be a next time, Mrs. Townley. I quit!" Tiffany stopped.
"Oh, No, is everything okay, dear?" she asked as if she suspected the reason but didn't want to believe it. I lowered my head, not sure what to say or how to answer the question. But AJ didn't think twice about filling her in.
"Go ask your handsy husband. He doesn't mind taking advantage of his authority." AJ admitted.
I could see the hurt in Tiffany's eyes and didn't want to escalate the situation in front of her children, so I pulled AJ's jumper to let him know I wanted to leave. We left Mike's wife staring after us with her mouth hanging open. I felt sorry for her and her children, but she had a right to know.
AJ put his arm around me, and we walked to the train station. We sat down on the train. AJ rested his chin on my shoulder, and I snuggled into the warmth of his body. He asks, "Where to?". I gave him an embarrassed smile and said, "Vandelay flats. Room 263." AJ shook his head and kissed my cheek.
He walked me to my new apartment, which was a little bigger than my last room. "I'm going to go have a shower. I guess I'll see you around?" AJ said hopefully.
I pretended to think about it, then replied. "Around nine would be good if you are interested?" AJ smiled as he walked away.
I'd been teaching myself to cook in my spare time. Tonight, I wanted to prepare something special for AJ. I'd even gone out and brought myself a summer dress. I had to laugh at how girly I felt, but honestly, I enjoyed having a boyfriend.
AJ and I had been dating again for a few months now. Things were going almost perfectly. Except for the elephant in the room, we still hadn't been intimate. Well, we kissed and snuggled, but no petting or anything more than that.
The following day was our three-month anniversary. AJ was taking me on a surprise date. I was extremely excited and wanted to get him a special gift. I just wasn't sure what to get him. I'd asked a few of the girls at work, but they'd said stuff like lingerie. And that wasn't really an option but, I didn't want to tell them that.
I was now working at a restaurant closer to home. The hours were more regular, and my Boss was a woman. I'd been working there for a month now, and the girls were quite nice. They even invited me out for a drink last Friday night, but I'd chicken out. It was unfamiliar waters, and I wasn't sure I was ready yet.
Things I'd always been confident of were proving wrong a lot lately. AJ thought I was overthinking and should just go out and have fun. So next weekend, that was what I was going to do. But as of this second, I needed to focus and find AJ the perfect gift. I decided on an I.D. bracelet. Engraved, AJ forever mine, and Paige on the reverse.
After I arrived home, and re-showered, shaved my legs, and got dressed into my yellow and pink sundress. I couldn't help to admire the way it swirled around my thighs as I walked. It made me feel pretty, which didn't happen that often. I stood waiting for AJ near my front door, fingernails in my mouth, fidgeting like a kid the night before their birthday. Then I started to tidy things that didn't need tiding, what was taking him so long. Should I message him? No, I'll wait for a little more? Picking up my phone, I opened messages. Then closed the app and placed it back in my bag. A knock sounded at my door. I smile so big it hurts my cheeks. Opening my door, AJ stared back at me with a mischievous look in his eyes.
Grabbing my hand, he pulled me out the door.
"Where are we going?" I ask eagerly. He didn't reply, just walked me to the car he'd purchased last week and opened the door for me. Then AJ placed a blindfold on me.
"Is this necessary, babe?" I laughed. "Sure, is baby," AJ replied earnestly. We drove for what seemed like age's. "How long babe?"
The brakes screeched and the car jolted forward making my head connect with the side of the door. I reach for my blind fold and rip it away from my face. Everything around me is dark, I can't see a reason for us to stop so suddenly. I look to wards AJ, his pale is pale and his mouth is wide open and his staring straight ahead.
The driver door is ripped open and AJ is pulled from his chair a second after his seatbelt is cut. I start to protest but there isn't time before my door is swung open too.
"AJ". Our eyes meet, his filled with sorrow. They tears start to fall and I don't try to stop them.