Intruder Inside My Soul (EDITED)

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Have you ever thought about how your life would be if you had done things differently? If you had accepted an offer that you declined or declined an offer that you accepted? Maybe if you had said no instead of that yes, or yes instead of that no? Where would you be at the moment if things were done the other way around?

All these questions were running through my mind at the moment as I sat locked in the bathroom, hiding from Tyler. After what happened in the kitchen, I couldn’t face him.

Flashback:

Tyler moved his fingers lightly against my covered folds. I held on his biceps with my head thrown back while he kissed and bit the delicate skin on my neck and collarbone. I was so turned on that it was almost like a torture for me.

I gasped as Tyler suddenly slid his fingers inside my panties and started to rub my clitoris. His actions drove me crazy.

“God, you’re so wet for me baby, I can’t wait to just feel your tight pussy wrapped around my dick,” he whispered into my ear biting my earlobe afterwards.

“Fuck,” I breathed out as he slid one finger inside of me. I wanted him, even more - needed him inside of me.

Tyler kept moving in and out of me with his index finger while his thumb worked on my most sensitive spot. In my blissful state, I heard a zipper being undone. Tyler moved away from me a little, but didn’t stop fingering me. He then grabbed one of my hands and pleaded it behind my back. Soon I felt something thick, hard, yet incredibly soft in my palm.

At that moment, I realized what I was holding. My eyes shot open, and it was like I was brought back to reality.

“Do you feel how hard you’ve made me? It’s all because of you, kitten. Fuck.” He moved my hand up and down his shaft. It really was long. Never in a million years I would have imagined that I would be holding his cock like that.

I suddenly jumped up and away from Tyler. He stood by the table, surprised and confused by my sudden movement. His black jeans lowered with his erected shaft still in full display.

“What the fuck Amabel” he pulled up his pants and moved closer to me.

With every step he took forwards I took one back.

“I... I can’t do this.” I shook my head.

“What are you talking about? You clearly want this. Do not dare to deny it, I know you do. So come back here, baby. Let me make you feel good.” He stretched one hand forwards for me to take it.

“No, don’t come any closer. I don’t want this,” I said, louder this time. I was not ready for this. Not with Tyler. He was everything I didn’t want in a guy anymore. I wanted a nice, sweet and funny guy who would treat me like a princess. A simple guy with whom I could go to movies and restaurants without people staring and whispering about us. One with whom I wouldn’t have to worry about him hurting me in any way. A guy who had nothing to do with a gang life.

“Amabel, I am serious. Come here. We can talk about this.” Tyler’s aura had darkened and not in a good way. I could tell that from sexually frustrated, he started to turn angry and angry Tyler was nothing good.

I couldn’t let him have his way, so I bolted. With every passing second, I could hear him running after me and getting closer. I ran out of the kitchen and inside the first door I could open. It was a bathroom. I quickly locked it right before he bumped against the door.

“Amabel, open this fucking door right now!” He yelled and pounded against the door with his fist. At one point, I thought he would kick them down.

“Please, go away. I’m begging you Tyler. Just this once, leave me be. At least for a moment,” I begged, tears slowly rolling down my cheeks.

For a few seconds there was a deadly silence, and then I heard a sigh.

“Fine, but we will discuss this when you come out, whether you want it or not. I am not letting you go that easily. Not when I know that you want me as well,” he said and with a one last bang on the door I heard his footsteps disappearing down the hall.

So here I was sitting down against the bathtub about 20 minutes later. I had stopped crying not long ago, but all these God damn philosophical questions were filling my mind.

What if I had never gone to that stupid drug store where I met Greg? Where would I be now? Graduated and working? Would I had come home and met Tyler? But what if I had just given in to Tyler? What if I simply let him have me? What then? What would happen to me then?

I took a deep breath and stood up. I started to run cold water in the sink and washed my face. My eyes were red, and I looked kind of terrible.

“What am I going to do?” I whispered, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t just go out there. Tyler was expecting me and he was not going to let me simply go. He said it himself.

But I couldn’t hide in here forever either. At some point Tyler was going to kick down these doors, and then what? Better face him while he is stable and not in his fit of rage.

“I can do this” trying to encourage myself wasn’t really working, but it was worth a shot.

I unlocked the door and stepped out. Tyler was in no sight. I went to the kitchen and when I didn’t find him there, I moved to the living room and then to his office, where I finally found him sitting at his table with a whiskey bottle in his hand.

Tyler looked straight into my eyes. His face was unreadable for any emotion.

Yeah, I can do this. Note to the sarcasm.