Clara
One day, when she was going to find out about all the stalking I did, she would call me a creep. But when she will think back to this exact moment, she will be fucking happy that I was creeping.
My whole body was filled with rage. White, hot, burning rage, threatening to fuck up everything I was hiding from Abigail. Instead of kicking in the door and shooting that bag of crap in the head, I slowly opened the door.
The tension in Abbie's shoulder eased when her head spun around, eyes locking with mine. Christopher's fingers let go off her wrist, his eyes widening.
"Hi, Love. Is everything alright?" I tried to mask the need inside to feel his blood running down my palm.
"Yes." She was good, not showing a hint of surprise. Like it didn't shock her that I was here. She pulled her hand away, taking a slow step back, away from him, closer to me.
She had one of her daisy patterned white summer dresses even though it was storming outside.
"Good, I would hate it if you would feel uncomfortable in hospitals. I know you don't like them." My hand sneaked around her slim waist, resting on her front, on her stomach as I kissed into her hair. She had weaves in her red locks, half of it up on a bun.
Her eyes frowned at me, leaning into my side. "I'm Clara." I reached my hand out to him on the bed, my eyes glued to his face. Seeing what I have done to him... Fuck it made me exited, my heart beated fast, urging me to do more, see how far can I go before my mind would stop me.
"Christopher." He nodded "I have to rest. I want to get back to dancing as soon as possible." His voice shook a little. I let my hands fall, looking over at my side.
"Are you ready to leave?"
"Yes." Abigail nodded several times quickly.
"We will get back to our deal later, Abigail." I'm going to fucking destroy you.
I shut my mouth instead of smashing in his face with Abigail in the room.
"Bye." She whispered, locking her fingers with mine, pulling me after herself.
I don't know what my assistant told him after I beat him upy but he did a great job, since Christopher didn't expose me. I reached the point where I wouldn't even care if he screamed murderer.
"I have so many questions." Abbie turned around to look at me after the door closed behind us.
"Let's go home." I took the lead, pulling her after me this time, urging her to move. I needed her out of here as soon as possible so I could finish what I started.
"Abbie!" She stopped behind me. I let out a sight, rolling my eyes, when I heard Olivia's voice.
"Hi, thanks for waiting for me." I expected her to let go off my hand, but our fingers were still locked. God only a handhold with her made my body filled with more adrenaline than the thought of killing that fucking man.
"The girls want to go out for coffee and then head back here-" Olivia's dark eyes landed on our hands. "Who are you?"
"Clara." I said, shifting my weight from one leg to the other.
"That Clara?" She leaned forward a little, pointing the question to Abigail.
"What do you think, how many Clara do I know?"
Olivia rolled her eyes, a huge smile on her face. "I guess you don't wanna come to coffee then." She shot a wink at Abigail.
"You can go if you want to." Please say no.
"No." She shook her head. "We have some things to talk about."
What????
"Ohh you are in trouble." Olivia looked at me with a grin.
I am? Why are you mad at me, love? It really sounded like she was a bit... distant, frustrated maybe, but I thought it was the situation. Not me. What is going on in your mind, love?
"Am I?" I was standing behind Abigail, looking at her from the side.
It was even more frustrating when she didn't say a word. I frowned, squeezing her waist a little, making her look at me.
She shrugged, looking back at her best friend. "I'm gonna call you. Let's go." She took the lead, walking out in front of me.
What have I done? She definitely didn't know about everything since she would make a much bigger deal.
Don't overthink it, do not over think it!
The ride home was absolutely awful. Abigail sat in silence, looking out of the window, watching the raindrops roll down.
"Where are we going?" She finally broke the silence.
"To my place." I wanted her under a safe roof. I needed her under a safe roof. Not that Christopher would be able to do anything from the hospital or that she was in danger. But my mind was already spiraling.
"I want to go to mine."
"Fine." I rolled my eyes. She was acting like a brat, puffing when I turned on the radio, when I switched on the heater. For her by the way.
"I fell like you are mad at me."
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I couldn't stop my laugh. "You were the one who said we had to talk. You started the madness."
"Because we do have to talk." She looked at me. "And I felt like you were mad before that too."
"I'm not mad at you." I shook my head.
"Who are you mad at then?"
"Work stuff." I shrugged. Technically it was work stuff.
"Fine. Then don't tell me." Abigail looked to the side, out of the window.
"What did you want to talk about?"
"Work stuff." She shot back immediately. I shook my head in disbelief with a smile on my face. "What are you smiling about?"
"You." I switched off the car in front of her apartment.
"Stop smiling." She pushed my shoulder playfully.
"Make me." I made a surprised gasp, before she pressed her lips against mine. Her tounge ran over my bottom lip, slowly pulling away hand hands staying on my cheek. "This doesn't exactly stop me from smiling actually." I grinned. I leaned forward, lips grazing against hers before she pulled back a little.
"We really have to talk."
God seriously?!
"Alright." I jumped out, walking to her door, opening it before she had a chance. Even though she tried. "Can you seriously not stop opening the door when you know I'm coming to do it for you?"
"Sorry." She smiled a little, taking my hand in hers. I didn't miss the way she quickly looked around before doing so.
I walked in after her closing the door behind me. "You know, you don't look mad, but saying we have to talk sounds like I'm really in trouble."
"Lillian came to meet me." She walked to the fridge, taking out a can of soda. Confusion settled out on my face as I watched her rejecting her proposal of a can.
"What did she want?" There was no need for jealousy to appear in my tone. It still did. Lillian was happy with Hayley. Utterly in love. There was no reason for me to want to burn her house down. Not at all.
Abbie shrugged, not sharing the information with me. "Did you tell her about us?"
"Yes." I lied. Or like formed the truth. Did I tell Lillian about us? No. But did I plan to? Yes. I wanted to do it soon...
"She invited me to the wedding. And to the engagement party." What? Why?
"Oh" I had a feeling where this was going.
"Oh, yes."
"And?" I played it cool. My weight shifted from one side to the other.
"She said I can bring a plus one." Her eyes were hard on me, studying my face.
"Lucky you." I cleared my throat, looking away to the side, walking to the bookshelf.
"I thought she would assume I'm your plus one. So she shouldn't have given me an invitation. But I understand her confusion since you never invited me." I took a book out, heart hammering in my chest. "And on top of all, I was in your shirt, covered in your marks." She crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Fuck!
If Lillian found out, she would be so fucking mad at me. I was eighty percent sure she would even hit me. God, I would deserve it. Not even because of kissing Abigail back then or sleeping with her now. Because I didn't tell her.
"Does she know?"
"Is that your biggest concern?!" She raised her voice at me.
"I couldn't- I just need more time." I made eye contact with her.
"I'm not forcing you to come out, Clara." She really didn't. They already knew I was seeing someone.
"I know." My chest raised slowly. " I just can't-"
"Can not and will not is the same Clara!"
"Oh come on, are we gonna throw shit like this around. Because we can talk about the way you hide yourself from your mother. Your whole family basically." I did not need her to lecture me about speaking my truth since she was the one keeping her mouth shut.
"Fuck you, Clara!"
"Oh, you are the one who usually gets fucked, am I right?" I placed the book back, hard, a loud bang echoing in the room.
"Yeah, don't think so highly of yourself." She rolled her eyes. "Is this how we will be as a couple? You fucking up, lying to me and then throwing something against my head?"
I took a deep breath. She was right. Her situation with her mother was nothing like me and Lillian. Or wasn't entirely the same.
"I just can't have her resent me." I couldn't stand the thought of Lillian hating me. Throughout the years she was the only sure thing. Safe place.
"I can't have my mother hating me either." Her voice softened, she slowly took a step closer, her eyes landing on my face. We were still a few feet apart, since I didn't move from the shelf.
"I'm sorry for saying that shit about you and your mother." I pushed myself away from the wooden shelf, taking a few steps closer to her. "I fucked up. With lying to you now, not inviting you with me before. And with not telling Lillian."
"And?" She smiled slightly. There really was nothing I wanted to confess to her she knew about. There were certainly things I should have confessed to her, but I didn't.
"Nah, that's all." I shook my head, taking her hand in my, watching as my thumb caressed the back of her palm. "I'm sorry I lied. I didn't want to upset you."
"I'm not upset." She clearly lied.
"You are, love." I smiled up at her.
"I just don't understand why you didn't want me to go with you. It's totally ok and alright. I just... I just thought you would ask me."
I let go of her hands, pulling her closer by her waist. "I wanted to tell Lillian before asking you to be my date. Since you know... When I tell her, there is a chance I won't be invited anymore."
"Lucky for us, I'm invited. You can be my plus one." She shrugged, smiling up at me.
"Are you going to actually ask me to be your date or what?" I grinned, my grip squeezing on her waist a little.
"No, I don't think so." She stepped back, walking past me, walking backwards. "I'm sleeping on it. Thinking about it." Her smile was so adorable, lighting up the whole room. The rain was still pouring outside but still... It was so hot in here.
So fucking cute
I rushed forward, taking a few steps, reaching out for her. I pulled her in, locking my arms around her waist. "Maybe I should convince you." I grinned, grabbing the back of her thighs, making her jump and wrap her legs around me.
"Maybe you should." She grinned, hands in my hair, pulling me in.
~
I decided to wait a few days before I finish him. I wanted him to get out of the hospital, go home, think he got away with every single touch he landed on her. I wanted him to think there was not a thing that could harm him. But there was...
His steps were still a little off, a bit leaning to the side, but he was getting better. I watched him, walking down the dark street, occasionally looking over his shoulder, probably feeling my gaze on him. "I didn't mean, help with medical stuff. I meant another kind of help."
My anger didn't ease a bit. It grew even. Everytime I touched Abigail during the last week, the thought of him touching her the same, made me want to hurt him.
His feet picked up their pace, walking faster, not running, but walking as fast as his bad leg let him. Fuck, yes! Run! I loved this. I loved the chasing, the adrenaline building inside me. It kept me alive. He knew I was there. He had to know, because he turned in a corner, disappearing in a dark alley.
I stepped around the corner, not bothering to hide or anything. He was standing in the middle, looking at the three brick walls around him. Dead end.
His body was rigid, standing in the middle facing the other way. "Are you fucking her?"
"Yes." I walked closer, hands in my pocket. With every breath he took, every sound he made, I was driven closer and closer to the need to murder him. He turned around, facing me now with a disgusting smile on his face.
"How is it? I imagine her being so fucking tasteful." I wanted to mask my emotions, but I couldn't stop the groan which was about to exit my mouth. I took a big step closer, while he walked backwards. "Wow, relax tiger. I never actually got her. Yet."
"I thought you understood the lesson, when I beated you up. It seems like you need another lecture."
"You won't kill me." We both looked up, watching as the rain started pouring heavily, lightning strikes appearing in the sky.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." I took out my glove-covered hand from my pocket, taking long steps closer. He walked backwards, slight panic settling onto his face.
"You won't." He shook his head. "You will go to prison. You don't have the balls to do it anyway."
"I won't and I do." My chest shook with excitement.
"What if you do? Do you think she would wait for you?" He stopped, standing his ground. "Do you really think she wouldn't forget about you?"
"I won't go to prison." I stated as a fact. Actually, there was a high risk that I might... but fuck it this wasn't my first time risking things.
"You know, it is even better if you kill me. Because you can be sure if I'm alive, I will fuck h-." His words stuck to his throat, my fist connecting with his face.
Do you wanna die?!
"Do you think she would forgive you after this?" His lip was bruised, blood running down his chin. "Do you think that a girl like Abigail would ever want a woman like you?" I was too stunned to react fast enough, his fist smashing into my ribs. The air was knocked out of my lungs, burning spreading across my upper torso. Mother fucker!
"I'm doing this for her." I took several deep breaths, this time, catching his right arm when he swung against me, pushing him hard until he hit the ground. "She wants me." My knuckles landed on his face, breaking the skin under his eyes. I grabbed the collar of his jacket, pulling him up, before slamming my fist into his nose, letting him hit the garbage cans on the side. "She crawls into my bed every night willingly. Begging me to make her feel good."
My clothes stuck to my body, causing me to shiver not from only the excitement but the cold.
"She will never forgive you after this. After I tell her what you did. She will leave you, she will hate-" The words died in his mouth, as I grabbed the empty glass of beer from the side, smashing it against the garbage can. The glass shattering against the metal echoed in the empty alley. I hoped the sound of the storm covered my noises.
His words were cut short by his gaps as I pushed the broken glass through his skin and flesh. I swear I felt my clit tremble as his blood started to coat my gloves and shirt. He struggled, trying to push me away weakly, trying to save his miserable life. But it was too late. No sounds left his mouth as he silently tried to beg for forgiveness.
"God, you are so fuckign pathetic." I drove the glass deeper, his lips parting. "Trying to fuck every student you have." My heart hammered painfully, watching his eyes roll back and life disappearing from his body.
I didn't plan to do it like this. I didn't plan this much blood. But, fuck it felt good. My only concern was how to get away with it. I stood over his lifeless body, rain soaking my blood-soaked clothes. Things happen in a dark alley. People got robbed, mugged, murdered... apparently. The evidence of my crime was too obvious, too much blood on the ground. It would be suspicious to make the body disappear but leave a puddle of blood there.
I kneeled down, taking out his wallet, his money, dropping the wallet back down next to him. I took his phone and watch. I took everything that a mugger would take. One of the doors on the side let through some voices. I quickly stood up and left as fast as I could in those stupid heels.
I hated heels. The only reason I wore them was that if anyone saw me follow him inside, when they would give the characteristics they would say a different height. Everyone who knew me knew that I never wore heels.
I speed walked to my car parked on the next street, opening the truck, dropping my bloody jacket, gloves inside along with the things I took from him. I took out my shoes, quickly switching my heels. I waited for the quilt to sit in while I drove to the studio as fast as I could. I was aching for Abigail, and I knew that in this late hour of the day, she would be the only one in there.
I could hear my blood in my ears as I walked inside, between the halls, until I found her in a practice room, all the walls covered with mirrors. I stopped in the door, watching her spin around and around, not noticing me at first. Electricity was probably out, since only candles lit the small room.
I watched her move, until a soft scream left her lips when she spotted me. "God, you scare the hell out of me, Clara." She pressed her hand against her chest.
"Hm" I hummed, walking inside.
"What are you doing here?" Her voice trembled a little. I didn't know how much of the blood was she able to see on my black shirt in the dim light, but I was confident in her not knowing.
"I need you." I needed her as soon as I could get her. I wanted her heat around my fingers, her taste in my mouth.
"What is wrong?" I reached her, grabbing her waist.
"Nothing." I shook my head, lifting her chin up with two fingers.
"You are soaking wet." Her fingers clenched around my shirt, squeezing water out of it, drops running down my skin. "Wha-"
"Hush." I leaned down, pressing my lips against hers. Softly, too afraid that I would scare her away. Her fingers ran into my hair, leaning into the kiss, pushing her against my body.
Just when I thought I finally got her full attention, she turned her head to the side, breaking the kiss. "Wait."
"I don't wanna wait." I shook my head, pulling on her training shirt a little. "I want your clothes off. Now." I waited for her to move, not pushing, not pressuring her.
"Are you sure everything is fine?" Her blue eyes were dark, her fingers playing with my damp locks.
"100%" I nodded, spinning her around with a sudden move, my hand around her waist, kissing the back of her neck. I took a step forward, pushing her at the same time, until her palm met the mirror on the wall. I tucked my chin into her shoulder, looking at her through the mirror. "Are you in, love?"
"Yeah." Abigail nodded quickly, turning her head to the side, chasing my lips. It was a weird angle, but I was perfectly satisfied. "Are you gonna finally get me out of this shirt?"
I bit down on her exposed neck, thanking God and her for wearing regular training clothes. She squirmed between my arms, my palm resting on her stomach, keeping her close.
I sneaked my fingertips under her shirt, touching her soft skin gently. My careful fingers were nothing to my rough kisses on her neck, sucking on her skin, leaving my marks.
Abbie jumped a little when our skins made contact. "Your hands are cold."
"I'm sorry." I inhaled her sweet scent. "God, you smell so fucking good."
"I just rained for hours, honey. I probably stink." She giggled, hands coming up so her fingers could disappear in my soaking wet hair.
"You're not." I didn't know how she did it, but there was not a single drop of sweat on her skin. Not more than usual.
My heart pounded in my chest when I looked down at the red spots I left on her body. I wanted more. I needed more. I touched her arm softly with my free hand, urging her to lift them up over her head, letting me pull it over. I looked at her through our reflections.
God I loved her breasts. I loved her body. There was not a single thing I disliked about her. The sports bra kept her breasts so far away from my touch it was almost painful. I leaned back a little, just enough so I could slide my hand between our bodies, touching her back first.
"You are so fucking beautiful, love." I squeezed her butt, feeling her lean against me. I hooked my fingers into the waistline of her leggings.
"Wait." Her hands flew to her back, fingers wrapping around my wrist, stopping my motion. "Anyone could walk in. I don't want anyone to see me."
No one was here at this hour. But she was right. Olivia could come back to check on her, a janitor could walk in on her naked, riding my fingers.
I kissed the side of her head, her temple, her cheeks, turning her face with my free hand before connecting our lips. Her hands let go of mine, coming up around my neck. "Open your legs." My voice was low, the sounds of the storm sneaking in through the windows.
"God, I'm so turned on." She whispered, our eyes meeting in the mirror. I smirked, biting my lips.
"Let's see how much." My left hand came up on her torso, massaging her breasts, earning light gasps from her. My right one slid into her leggings, down until I found her heat.
Her blue eyes rolled to the back of her head, closing, head leaning back against my shoulder. "Open your eyes, look at yourself Abigail." I kept away from touching her clit, index finger hovering over her entrance. She obeyed like the good fucking girl she was. "Watch how fucking stunning you look when you begging me to make you come."
"Clara-" Heat rose in her cheeks, redness covering her pale skin.
Our eyes connected as I drew a few slow circles on her sensitive clit, feeling her tremble against me. I inserted one finger inside her slowly. She was a sight for sore eyes. Her pink lips parted, panting, breathing heavily. "You are so wet."
If there was a possibility that she could get even redder she did. Her wetness covered my whole palm and I was only in with one finger. "God, the things I wanna do to you." I kissed into her neck, biting, sucking her skin. "The things I would do for you." I pulled out completely just to push two fingers inside her.
I would do anything for her. There was literally not a thing she could have asked me and I would have said no. Anything for her. And she had no fucking idea about it.
I moved quicker, the need inside me to see her fall apart so strong it hurt my chest. I pulled my hand out for a second, a disappointed cry leaving her lips, but she didn't have time to be sad for long. I spun her around, pushing my hand back where it belonged.
"Oh my God" She whined, her back pressing against the mirror. There was something utterly mesmerizing in her pleasure filled face in the candle lit room. I smashed my lips against hers not wasting any second, pushing my tongue into her mouth, groaning at the feeling.
When there was no air anymore that we could breath, we broke apart and I pushed her sports bra over her breasts with my not so occupied hands. My right arm was burning, not enough space to move in her leggings but trying so hard.
"Do you think you can take three?" I wanted to see how far she could go. I waited for her answer while bending down to her newly exposed breasts, taking an erect nipple between my lips.
I rolled my tongue around it, sucking on it and letting it go with a pop. Abigail was too lost in the feeling to answer, hands clenching around my clothes and in my hair.
"Answer." I reminded her, pulling out of her soaked pussy, standing with three fingers at her entrance.
"Yes." She pulled my head down to her other nipple and I wrapped my tongue around it the same time I slowly slid three fingers inside her. I could feel every little squeeze her pussy did around me. I groaned at the feeling of pinching one nipple while playing with the other with my mouth.
I was careful, slow, gentle, too afraid of hurting her. I moved my fingers a little, curling them, searching. I knew I found the spot, when her legs completely gave out from beneath her.
"There?"
"Fuck, yes." She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply. "Harder, please." She whispered between kisses. I had to let go of her breasts to keep her upwards, wrapping my hands around her waist.
"Fuck, you are so tight, love. Such a tight little pussy." I bit down on her bottom lip, pulling on it a little.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, God Clara-" She broke into a million pieces, holding onto me so tight I was sure I was gonna pass out.
"That's it." I kissed her temple, slowing down my movements, helping her ride out her orgasm. "You did so great." My heart didn't slow down. Not for a second. But I could feel her limbs getting looser around me and that was enough of a satisfaction.
She leaned against the mirror when she was stable enough to stand on her own feet. I pulled out of her, my hands leaving her leggings. She watched my fingers come up my lips, wrapping around my wet ones. I hummed at the taste of her. So fucking sweet.
"You are so dirty." She giggled, hair sticking to her forehead.
"You love it." I grinned.
"And now?" Abbie raised her eyebrows.
"And now I'm gonna eat your pretty pussy until you can't take it anymore." I promised, kissing her swollen lips.