StAlKeRs

Nineteen

Later in the evening as promised, Stu and I went into to town. It was nice to get out of that house and away from Billy. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared of him. We didn't get home until almost ten o'clock that night. I tried making it count and not think about how tomorrow he would have to take me home and I would need to tell him that we couldn't be together. It just wasn't possible. I will say that I'm going to miss the sex. I doubt I'll ever find anyone that will even come close to the at Stu makes me feel. 

I was looking out the window trying to think how to start this conversation when I felt Stu lay his hand on my thigh and slowly push it up under my skirt. "Stu," I whispered. "Hmm?" His hand moved further up, his fingers playing with the side of my panties. 

**I should stop him. I should stop this now. Just tell him don't be a pussy.**

I put my hand on his wrist stopping his movements. "Stu, stop." He briefly looked over at me with a concerned look on his face. He moved his hand down to rest on my knee. "What's wrong?" He asked. I could feel tears pricking the back of my eyes. "Baby, what's wrong?" I could hear the fear that he was trying to hide. "This--this can't happen," I said. His thumb rubbed back and forth on my knee, then he slightly squeezed my leg. "No one is going to see. We've done it before," he said. I shook my head, closing my eyes. "That's not what I meant." 

He pulled him away, and gripped the wheel with both hands now. His knuckles started to turn white from how hard he was gripping it. "Don't. We just had a nice fucking weekend together. You told me that you still love me, y/n. You can't just go changing your fucking mind!" His voice raised with each word. It wasn't anger though that thread of his words, it was fear and hurt. 

"It's not-- Stu, we can't be together. We can't go back to the way it was. This weekend was great and I do love you but it's just not a reality. It can't be like it was before--" I cut myself off when I noticed he was pulling off the highway. "What're you doing?" I asked. He drove through a town and pulled into an empty parking lot. He shut the car off and just sat there not saying anything. "Stu. Stu, why are you here?" I couldn't help the fear that seeped into those words. 

He picked up on it because his head snapped over to look at me. "Are you scared of me? Do you still think I'm going to hurt you?" He asked, hurt lacing his words. I shook my head trying to swallow the lump in my throat. "You look scared of me, y/n." All I could do was shake my head no. 

**Am I scared of him? Was I scared he was going to do something when I noticed he was getting off the highway?** 

"Stu-- no. No, I'm not." He held up his hand shaking his head. "Ba-- sorry. y/n, I don't want to let you go but if it hurts you to have me around then I'll-- I don't know. Move across the world. Turn myself in--" 

**Nope. Nope. Can't do it!**

My heart was beating so fast against my ribcage I thought it was going to beat out my chest. There were going to be so many more bad mistakes made. Starting with this one. "No!" I launched myself towards him forcing him to sit back so I could crawl into his lap. "I'm sorry. This is so stupid. This is a huge mistake. But I can't. I can't." My face was pressed into the crook of his neck. "I should be here. I shouldn't be here with you. You shouldn't be risking getting caught." 

"Baby, you're right. It's not going to be like it used to. I know that but I can't let you go. I tried killing you and I killed other people. Now I'm on the run. It's not safe for you to be near me but you're the only one that keeps me sane. You keep the dark thoughts away. I'll never stop apologizing to you." I pulled back and looked him in the eye. "I guess were both fucked up, huh?" He chuckled then pulled me into a kiss. 

I started fumbling with the button on his jeans and mumbling into his mouth. "This is dumb. We shouldn't do this." He pushed my dress up over my hips, his hands going to my ass and squeezing. "You're probably right," he said, getting a firm grip on my panties and ripping. "Stu!" I yelled. "They're in the way." He pulled himself out of his jeans and boxers, lining himself up and pushing me down onto him. I gasped at the feeling of him filling me and started moving my hips. 

"Fuck, baby. How can I just let you go? Hmm? I won't be able to just move on. I could-- fuck you feel so damn good. I could change my name, move across the world, start over--" He reclined his seat and slammed his hands up into me pulling a loud moan from me. "But I couldn't be with anyone else. You've ruined me for another woman, princess." I started clenching around him. "Stu!" I couldn't do it anymore, collapsing onto his chest. His arms wrapped around me and started slamming up into me. "Cum for me, baby." One of his hands slipped between us and he started rubbing harsh circles on my clit. It only took another couple seconds before I was coming undone and he followed shortly after. 

I didn't even care that there was no protection or that he just came inside of me. 

We just stayed there for what felt like forever. "I need panties," I whispered. "Hmm... I don't thank you," Stu said. His lips found mine and he kissed me slowly. Shortly after I shuffled back into the passenger seat and he adjusted his seat then we headed back towards Woodsboro. 

**So much for me trying to stay away from him.**

It was night by the time we made it back to Woodsboro. Stu parked in the driveway and shut the car off. "Are you going back tonight?" I asked. "No. I think I'm going to go stay with my parents for the night and then head back up." I nodded my head  and looked out the window. "Okay," I said and opened the door. I got out, grabbed my bag from the back seat and headed for the front door. Right before I got to the door a hand grabbed my arm, spun me around and lips were crashing onto mine. "I love you. I will pick you up tomorrow morning and drop you off at school before leaving." Stu got back in his car and left. 

It was clear that I had dug myself into a deep hole but at the moment I didn't really care. Maybe I was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome or something. Or maybe I'm just a teenager in love and wants to do everything she can to fix someone that can't be fixed.