Bad Boy's Broken Cinderella

Damien the Child Antichrist

Shaun's P.O.V.

"Why would she take that douche bag back? He cheated on her!" I roared pacing back and forth. The carpeting in Cameron's large entertainment room was going to have a flattened area by the time I was done. 

Cameron shrugged, "She must really love this guy." I stopped and stared at him, "Well he obviously doesn't fucking love her!"  

Cameron held his hands up in surrender, "I know that. I don't think she should be with him either. It's really upsetting Jessie." 

I paced some more running my hands through my hair. I wanted more than anything to find Cody right then and rip his fucking head off. 

"Oh and don't talk to Kaylee, or anyone else about this. If Kaylee finds out she'll be really mad at Jessie," Cameron said. I nodded my head. I wouldn't know what to say to her anyway. 

Kaylee's P.O.V.

I sat on Cody's couch, his arm around me as we watched the TV. He had been super sweet ever since we had made up. He had brought me to a nice restaurant the other night and bought me roses today. 

I looked over at him and he smiled. Then he leaned in and kissed me. I smiled and kissed him back. Things soon became more serious.  

I was straddling his hips as he kissed along my neck and his hands moved to cup my butt. I moved them off, but they were back a few seconds later. I pulled away and pushed off of him. I frowned, "Cody, I really do like you but I told you, I'm keeping my virginity until I'm married. And if you don't stop, things are going to get harder." 

Cody groaned and said, "But you're so beautiful. I can't help myself." My cheeks flushed and I kissed the top of his head. "Thank you, but please try and control yourself." He nodded and got up to get another beer. I watched him go and my heart sank a bit. Was I doing the wrong thing?

Jessie's P.O.V.

I rested my head back against the lockers. It was Monday morning and I was trying to study for my history test, but I was way too tired. 

I closed my eyes for a second and rested. Then I felt a hand slip under my knees and behind my back. My history book slid off my lap and I heard it hit the floor. 

My eyes flew open, but I didn't get to see my kidnapper before a door was closing me into a dark closet. I was set down on something and a person came between my legs. 

My heart started to heat faster as I remembered what happened before. My breath came shorter as I felt arms wrap around my waist. Hot breath hit my ear and I whimpered. 

Then the person whispered, "Hello Jessie." I shivered as memories rushed into my head. I was there again, trapped by him in that small, dark space. I whimpered, "No...no...Damien....please." The person stopped and asked, "Who's Damien?" Suddenly I realized there was no chance this was Damien. I sighed with relief as I realized it was just Cameron. Wait. Cameron? 

I pushed him off of me. Then I tripped in the dark as I got down and fell into a warm wall. Hands grabbed my waist to keep from falling. I stood up straight and tried to leave, but the hands stopped me. "Who's Damien? Why are you scared?" Cameron demanded.  

"No one," I said quickly, "Just watched a scary movie last night, that's all." 

I wrenched myself from his grip and burst out of the room. I walked away as fast as I could. Oh God, I had almost slipped up. Only a couple of people knew, and I didn't need any rumors about me started. Things did not need to get out.

Cameron's P.O.V.

I scrolled through the web pages for anything that could explain what had happened. 

I clicked on page seven and lay back in my chair. So far the only "Damien" in a horror movie was a creepy kid who came back as the Antichrist. 

Something was up with Jessie but she wasn't telling me. Someone named Damien had scared, or maybe even hurt her. An ex maybe? 

I signed off of the computer and began to make my way toward the exit of the library when I saw a sweep of blonde hair. 

I turned and saw what caught my eye was the exact person clouding my thoughts. 

I walked up behind her quietly and looked over her shoulder. She was reading Romeo and Juliet. I was right, she loved that sappy stuff.  

I bent down and wrapped my arms around her waist. She stiffened and turned around in her stool to face me. I was kneeling so we were at face level. She was trying hard to not let her legs straddle me, but I pulled her tight to me and her legs slipped. Her chest was pushed up against mine, and her hands were at my shoulders trying to push me away. Her cheeks were red and her eyes wide.  

"Cameron, let me go!" She demanded at me as she pushed against my shoulders in vain. I grinned, "I knew you loved this sappy stuff. You were reading Romeo and Juliet." 

She scowled, "I'm only reading that for English class. Personally, I think that book is horrible. The poetry to it is beautiful, but the content is horrible." 

I raised an eyebrow and she went on with her rant. "There is no such thing as true love," she almost spat out, "And if there is, then love at first sight most definitely isn't it." 

I was surprised at this, "Really? You look like the type of girl who would believe in that shit." 

She shook her head, "Well I don't. There is no such thing as love. Your dopamine levels and hormones go out of whack and what you call love is a short span of obsession. Eventually it dies down and all you're left with is tears and another chunk missing of your already half-gone heart." 

I nodded, I felt the same way. I squeezed her tighter to me, "Do you believe in lust?" Her face went dark as she struggled against me, "Yes. But that is purely people unable to control their sexual desires, and I will take no part in that." 

Her squirming body felt good, and I was more than happy to give into those desires. 

The library was almost empty and we were in a secluded section, far from the half-deaf and blind range of the librarian. 

I placed my lips against her neck and kissed lightly along her jaw. My brain erupted with pleasure as her body still fought mine. The mixture of her skin, her smell, and her body pressing off and on of my mine as she tried to get away made my head swim. 

She gasped as my hand slid under her sweater and onto her hip. At this she went still.  

My lips traveled down her neck to the hollow. I licked there and she started to shiver. Her small body suddenly seemed fragile and delicate, and guilt ran through me for touching her. 

I pulled away and looked at her. Her eyes were shut tight and her hands clenched a fistful of material from my shirt. Her body was rigid and shaking. I took my hand out from under her shirt and placed it on her back. I moved my other one to stroke her soft hair. "Who is Damien and what has he done to you?" I asked gently. 

She shoved me away and said shakily, "I...I gotta go. I'll see you around Cameron." She then grabbed her things and ran out of the library.  

I sat down on the stool and ran my hand through my dark hair. The memory of her skin against my lips, her body against mine still burned in my mind. 

But what really bothered me was how scared she had become. Had she been raped? My head instantly wanted to reject that idea, that there was no way someone would have purposefully hurt that pretty, small girl. But I knew I shouldn't rule that out. It was most definitely an option. I highly doubt she is afraid of a child Antichrist coming after her.

Cheers to a speech meet and long weekend tomorrow, otherwise I would be doing the buttload of homework I got today. Two uploads in one day? You're welcome you nonexistent people. 

-BabeinBoyland