Chapter 2: CH 1
BLEEP BEEP, BLEEP BEEP, BLEEP BEE- I turn off my phone alarm with a poke to the screen and then I sit up and stretch. 'I already hate today.' I yawn. It's five o'clock, meaning time to get in the shower, brush teeth, comb hair, pick out an outfit, make breakfast for the kids, and head off to my first day of college. I walk into the bathroom, undress and turn on the water. We moved here July, me and my siblings. At the moment I am the oldest of 18, Rose Marshall. Mother ran away with her boyfriend off the internet and their dad was an abusive drunk. I didn't want them to suffer the way I did and get put into a foster care program. So we ran away to here. NYC, I bought a cheap, but in good condition apartment with three rooms and two bathrooms, a nice kitchen with a dishwasher and oven, and a living room with a little balcony. I took the larger room With its own bathroom, so that I could study in peace. Jennifer, the third oldest took the next biggest room with Jorja, Mara, Elora, and Dannie. The two boys of the family were given the littlest room, Joseph and Josh. It's a nice place, I've done most of the cleaning, since Jennifer watches them all day while I'm away at work or school. I've taught the boys to fix things so that they don't have to wait on me getting home and the little girls are good at folding laundry and putting it away. We're a happy little family and I could never ask for more or less.
After rinsing hair products out of my hair, I turn off the water, grab a towel, and wrap my hair in it. Opening the top drawer I pull out a pair of black lacy underwear and a matching bra. I then pull on my favorite distressed denims, a long sleeved black crop top, and some black boot wedges. I slip a belt around my waist and head over to the mirror to put some makeup and jewelry on. Gold hoops, crimson red lip stick, and black eyeliner. It'd be no surprise if people thought I looked like a whore or model. My dark brown hair was tied up in a messy bun, I owned the caramel skin, and my black eyes were caked. I back away from the sink and look at myself. "If you dress the part, they'll think your rich enough to not have problems." That was what my mother always told me, "Fake it till you make it." I sigh and walk out, into the kitchen. I decide to make them bacon and waffles for breakfast and set up the table with toppings for their waffles. Whipped topping, sugared strawberries, maple syrup, pecans, and sprinkles. I then make cinnamon butter to pour onto the waffles when they're done. After making breakfast and waking up the kids I grab a banana and say my goodbyes. I walk down the sidewalk to the public bus stop in a daze, I've been like this since I was twelve forgetting a lot of things, ignoring my surroundings, and losing an appetite. There's just things in my past that hurt me too much to feel good about my days. I sit on the bench and hold myself, trying to warm up. Ten minutes go by until the bus finally decides to show up, I step on and feel relieved with the warmth. I smile at the driver and he smiles back then, he looks me up and down and winks. I feel awkward, so decided to ignore him and walk to the back of the bus. The driver looks through the rear view mirror at me before closing the doors. I see police vehicles speeding down the road, about five of them. I look out after them wondering who their chasing and then put my headphones on and start listening to music. The drive to the college took thirty long minutes, when he finally stopped the bus I was happy to get out into the cold. I walk a mile more until I'm finally at the facade of the building, it's big pillars hold up the ceiling. The red bricked walls had graffiti all over it. It was very intimidating, "Welcome to The City College Of NY." Someone waves us in, 'I guess I'm not early, at least I'm not late.' I walk to my locker and get my things out, I came in the summer to set myself up and get a "feel" of the place as the principal put it. So I was all set for my first class.
Two hours later.
"Now, Miss Marshall. Care to share with us what you wrote?" Professor Charles a young man asks looks at me, and honestly I feel like those eyes are more full of lust then determination to teach. "Uh-" I start, "May I use the bathroom?" I shy out, awkwardly. He nods and winks at me. I run out of the class room and into the bathroom. Where I press my back against the stall door and slide down. " I wish I hadn't dressed like this!" I cry to myself. "Students and staff we are in lockdown." The intercoms goes off and I stop breathing. 'Oh my gosh. This can't be!' I hear the pitter patter of sneakers and then the closing of the girls bathroom door. I stand on top of the toilet and freeze. BAM! I here one stall door slam open from next to me. I can hear my heart as if it's in my ears. I flinch at the steps coming to my door. BAM! A masked guys in a black outfit stands before me. Through his mask I can see his gray eyes looking back at me. He steps in the stall and yanks me down from the toilet. "Take me to where you live!" He holds a knife at my throat. "Okay, okay." I say with my hands up. He thrusts his hips into the back of me, ordering me to start walking. Somehow we sneak out of the building without anyone noticing. Even the police who have the place surrounded didn't take one glance to the window on the side. He forces me into the passenger seat of a car, nobody else is in it. He climbs in on top of me, turns me onto my stomach. Grabs my hands and pulls them back, tying them together with zip ties. He then pulls his mask over his mouth, buried his face in my neck and smells my hair. Then he licks me, I feel goosebumps on my arms but can't rub them away. He flips me over, facing him. He pulls his mask back down over his chin and gets in the drivers seat. "What do you want? Please, I don't live alone and don't want them involved."
"Baby girl, I'm in a little bit of a problem. No one will suspect I'm with a good girl. They'd expect me to be with my guys." I smirks through the cut out and it's honestly really sexy. I feel hot in my core just thinking about the things he could do to me. But then I snap out of these thoughts. "Please-" I don't know what to call him without offending him, "sir." He chuckles. "Call me daddy princess, then we'll start talking." I blush and look out the window, "Turn to the left." I say. He smiles and puts his hand on my thigh, pulling it in his direction. I try to pull back but he grips harder. I can't do anything with my hands behind my back either. I begin to breath raggedly as he slips his hand farther up. "Stop it please!" I gasp out. He laughs takes his hand away. I sigh with relief and squeeze my knees together. "It's right out there!" I say looking away from him to the window. He drives out more until we're in the middle of nowhere. Just trees and wood. He slows down and glares at me. "You lied!" I flinch at his yell. "I'm not letting you near my family." I say confidently. He stops the car, gets out, walks to my side, yanks the door open, pulls me out, and throws me onto the hood. I scream in pain. He unbuckles my belt and yanks it off. "No! Stop it!" He starts to unbutton my jeans. Then he stops turns me on my stomach, leans over me, and laughs in my ear. "You asked for this. You fucking bitch!" He takes my belt in his hand and whips me like a slave. I yelp with each hit, tears sliding down from the corners of my eyes, this goes on for five more minutes. "Take me to your home!" He yells. I give up and give him the full address.
We don't make it back home for another hour. Finally we stop at the front and he gives the Keys to a homeless man. Then he forces me up the stairs and into our hall. He then pushes me up against the wall, lays his chin on my shoulder, and digs in my back pocket. His breath is hot on my neck and I shudder at his toughness. He pulls out the key and steps away from me. Unlocking the door and pushing me in. The lights are all off, meaning Jennifer made dinner tonight and got the kids to bed. I nod to my door room and he pushes me in the direction. He opens the door quietly and shoves me in following right behind me. Then he pushes me to my bed, takes out his pocket knife and lays on top of me. "Please no, there's kids in the other room!" I cry. He rolls his eyes and turns me on my stomach. I cry even more but try to keep it quiet, so the kids don't walk in and notice what's happing then get killed. I squeeze my eyes shut, SNAP! He cut off the zip ties. I sigh in relief. He climbs off me and walks across the room to turn on the lights. He takes off his ski mask and I stop to take in his features. His jawline is perfect and on point, he had a clean shaven face, and green messy short hair. His lips are plump and pink and his eyes gray and sparking lust everywhere. My core burns for something, my hormones are crazy. The man is about 6 feet maybe even a little more. He takes off his black hoodie and has nothing underneath, only tanned abs with white scars and tattoos. He looks so hot, but so terrifying. I stand up and back away to the farthest corner from him. He smiles and walks towards me. "It's either the way you look super sexy in that outfit or the amount of alcohol I drank earlier. But I'm really fucking horny right now." My heart skips a beat at the way he says it, I look down to his manhood and see his dick bulging through his pants. I try to run to my bathroom but he sprints after me, with his long legs he beats me. Then picking me up and throwing me over his bare shoulder he chuckles. "Two things little kitty, one never try to run from me, two do ask I mother fucking say!" He says this so sharply but so soft that I can hear it so perfectly but if I were farther away I wouldn't have understood a word. "Please no! I don't feel comfortable sleeping with someone I just met." He throws me on the bed and takes off me ripped jeans. "You seriously dressed for the occasion little kitty." He says running his fingers a long the lace. With every touch I feel an extraordinary sexual urge to have him inside me. I've never had a man touch me like this, I've never been touched. Except for once when a boy on the bus cornered me in a seat and put his hand on my knee. "Oh little one. You pretend you don't want me with your words but your body begs for me." He grins sliding his hand between my thighs gripping them. He unbuttons his pants and slides them off. "Please no, I've never done this before." I beg, he gives out with a low chuckle. "I'm not going to listen baby. You're mine and if you're ever going to have a first it's going to be me." He sits on top of me and pulls off my crop top. He looks at my arms for a minute, before proceeding. Every inch of my body is his now. All that he has uncovered now is his to claim. He unhooks my bra and whips it off. Then kneading my right nipple he begins to kiss my neck roughly not caring that I don't want this. He separates my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist. Rocking to a rhythm faster then I ever thought possible. He still kisses my body all over while thrusting his manhood against my panties. I moan out in pleasure, and he forces his tongue into my mouth. I begin to cry, and he pulls his tongue out of my mouth, licking my tears. "Please, I-I...want...you..." I shamefully beg. He reaches a hand between us and pulls off my little panties. It's coming the moment I was always scared of, my entire life. "I'm going to fuck you so hard." He whispers in my ear roughly. I feel the head sliding through my folds, I gasp as he goes deeper and deeper. Then he thrusts himself into me hard, "You're so fucking tight." I bite my teeth into his shoulder and dig my nails into his back. He moans, "More baby!" He says and pulls out as fast as he had thrusted in. Then he forces himself in faster and harder, he groans and I bite him again harder pulling him into me more. He pushes in and pulls out faster now. I press my hips into his and rock my body with his. "If you don't do something to get me closer to you I'm going to go crazy." I whisper. He smirks, "Weren't you begging for me not to touch you?"
"Did you...fucking listen?!" I am breathless as he drives into me, harder and deeper. He presses my body against his body and takes a fistful of my hair in his hand. I moan loudly, and he reaches a his other hand between us. Sticking fingers in, as if his member wasn't big enough. I take my hand and knead his sack. He groans and then out of nowhere kisses and bites my neck. I gasp and move along to his thrusts and rocks. He stops thrusting, pulls out and lays next to me in the bed. I look up at the ceiling, too tired to move turn over. He scoots closer to me and wraps his arm around me cradling me caressing my nipple and playing with it. Then we fall asleep.
The next morning I wake up, I turn on my phone and see that it's 3:00 in the morning. I also see an email declaring school will not be held since the School Lockdown petrified everyone. We were given two days of grace and a weekend. I look over my shoulder at the stranger I slept with. He looked deep in sleep, and I thought it was so cute. I lean in with my phone and take a picture, the shutter was so loud though that the second I took the picture... He woke up, grabbed my wrists, putting them above my head, and then pushed his hand into my throat choking me. I started to tear up and cry. Anger flashed through his eyes, and then ceased. Letting go of me and crawling off me. I held my throat, curled up in a ball and cried. He laughed at the state I was in. "Are you seriously going to cry because of what I did?" I wiped the tears away, sat up and breathed in and out. "I didn't cry because of you! It just..." I couldn't tell him about it, he wouldn't care anyways. As suspected he shrugged and came back to bed. "I'm sorry." He said and kissed my tears from my face. Which was really surprising after his attitude a second ago. I push him off me and go to the bathroom. Where I stay for two hours. Then I open the door. He was standing in front of me still naked and obviously waiting for me to open the door. Then he threw me on the bed, flipped me over on my stomach, pushed my head down into the bed, his other hand on my hip, pulled up my pussy to his cock and slammed into me. He grunts with every thrust, "You're mine." He says pushing harder and harder. "Say it." He slides his hand to my breast and squeezes. "Say it!" He almost yells. "I'm yours." I say, every thrust hurts now. I want to leave now, but I want more. I don't know what this is. He stops and falls on top of me his hands over mine, holding them placing his fingers in between mine. While he breathes onto me. He nibbles my earlobe and I giggle. Then he gets up again and I go to take a shower. I finish and wrap myself in a towel, then I walk out. He's sitting on the bed looking my body up and down and gets up. "I have to go make breakfast for the kids." I say, throwing the towel at him and slipping on white panties and a white lacy bra. Then I throw on smoke light gray baggy sweat pants and a tight white sweater. "Do you want any?" I ask him. "Sure." He smiles and walks over to me. Wrapping his arm around my waist from behind and pressing his hard member into me. I gasp in surprise. "Your still...?" I ask. He smiles and since he now knows where he can make me melt over, nibbles on my earlobe again. I giggle and moan begging for more. Then I stop myself. "Sausage and biscuits?" I ask prying his fingers from my hips. He does a little growl that means he's upset with this, but I pull away and walk out into the kitchen. I start the pans and put the meat in the sink to thaw out. I then set up the table. When I make the biscuits then put them in the oven. I slice the sausages and cook them. When everything is finished and ready I decide to wake up everyone.
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