Midnight Air

1

I hear screaming. Blood is pooling from underneath the door. Her screams pierce my ears like needles on my eardrums. His laughter sends shivers down my spine. He had pushed me out of the room and kept my mother inside out of my reach and slamed the door.

Minutes felt like hours as I heard the sounds of chopping from the axe he had brought with him. Blood started to pool out from my mother's bedroom and into the closet where I was drenching my white night-gown. The fabric dyed a deep crimson.

I can't cry. It's too shocking that everything, every part of me shut down and the only thing I can do at this moment is breathe heavily as the door swings back open revealing the once white room now painted red with all of the blood. I didn't know that the human body could hold that much blood. It was a blood bath.

He grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet and started pulling me out of the closet. "You're twenty now. Very beautiful, but fucking stupid. You couldn't just fucking move out and live with me. I went to that goddamn college you wanted me to go to. I took those fucking classes. But you, oh you, you never fucking came. You had to go to a college clear across the state and move in with that bitch in that disgusting bedroom. Now you're going to find out what you were missing. You're going to fucking find out bitch."

He jerked me out of my mother's room and into my room across the hall. He left her door open and mine, forced me onto my bed and taped my hands behind my back. I realize what's happening and tears start falling down my face my body tenses. He pulls his dick out through his pants and he rubs it to make it as hard as possible before he tries to rip my panties down to my ankles and shove my gown up onto my back.

He takes his dick into his hands and shoves it forcefully into my vagina. I can feel the pain and let out a shriek as I feel blood drip down my leg as my vagina is ripped to fit him. He continues and then starts to pump. "You feel that, bitch? You feel my massive cock penatrating you? This is what you've been missing. You could have had this dick if you had just moved with me. And now instead of getting in gently, you are going to get the full force of my feelings for you."

He yanked my head back by my hair so forcfully that my hair feels like it's going to get pulled out. I start crying even harder and start yelling for help though I knew nobody could hear me. I  could feel as he finished inside me, the warm goo dripping out with my blood. He kept pumping.

He kept pumping until he came one more time. And as he started to cum the second time he grabbed the axe from beside my face and I could feel him plunge it into the back of my skull. My body convulsed and he leaned over and moaned into my ear as the light slowly faded. "That feels fucking fantastic the way your body convulsed on my dick. Too bad you won't be around too much longer to keep making me feel good."

My eye's started to close as he pulled out and started pull his pants back up. I can't die now. I forced my eye's back open. The axe in my head made it harder to hold my head up. "You're not wanting to die, huh? We'll just have to fix that."

He grabbed me by my hair and threw me against the wall by my head board. I braced my arms to cover my face as I crashed into the wall. I start to pick myself up onto my bed and reach under my pillow and feel the handgun under my pillow. As my fingers curled around the handle he flipped me onto my back and started punching me in the face and he climbed on top of me. Blood squirt out of my nose and dripped out of my mouth.

I give him the most defient look that I can muster. "You want more, bitch? Is that what you want?" He paused and then a slow smile started creeping onto his face, "Oh. I know what you want. You want this dick again."

I spit in his face and he punched me one more time. He pulled his dick out again struggling with his belt this time. I took that opportunity to pull the gun out from under my pillow and point it at his face. He looked at me in shock but slowly regained his composure. "What are you going to do with that? What the fuck do you think you're going to be able to do in your condition?"

All I told him was, "Burn in hell, mother fucker." I pulled the trigger and the gun let out a huge *bang* and his body fell to the floor with a thud as the bullet penatrated his skull. The light started to fade again and before I fell into unconsciousness I could hear a soothing voice.

"It will all be over soon."