A Serpent's Feathers

CHAPTER 4: Carry Me Out

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"No..." i say, slowly. Im so fucking scared. But..wait. His name was KALEB, not Kolt. Fuck. Im in a whole lot of denial once i remember that, forgetting that people can both legally and personally change their names. "No, You're lying. You must've talked to him..this is a joke. His name was Kaleb. Not Kolt. you're playing with me. fuck you!" i snap, attempting to pull away, But he wraps a hand around my throat and i stop.

His grip tightens on my and he gently pulls me back against him, kissing my neck softly. Oddly, i feel safe in his arms. But i want to be scared. My heart is scared, but my brain knows its him. He comforts me, keeping his lips on my neck. He moved his hand from my throat, and cuddled me. He slid his hands down to my hips, putting pressure on specific points that make me groan out of pleasure and relief. I go silent. He used to do this for me all the time, and i loved it.

Any time we cuddled or hugged for a long time, Kaleb would always massage my hips just like that. I tear up as realization gets in the way of my fear and denial. I begin to cry, curling up in his arms and turning over. "You left me. YOU LEFT ME!!" i yell. A new wave of realization comes over me. Yes, i remember him and i missed him. But i came back to my house from a side job i had at one point, and he was gone. we lived together off of my mothers money at the time. he packed up everything, and left my ass. Its been 13 years now.  What. The. Fuck.

I look him in his eyes, mine glossy with tears. I punch him in his stomach, starting to sob loudly and hit him continuously. He lays there and takes it, and it pisses me off. I finally give up, crying my eyes out and just laying there. He holds me, eventually tearing up as well. "Im sorry, AC. Im sorry baby. i know i left but i-...i promise i never stopped loving you, my dear." Kolt places kisses on my neck and shoulders as he talks, pulling off my dress and going down to take off my heels for me. he lays back up next to me, looking me in my eyes and caressing my back. "I hate you so much.." i breathe out as i cry, wrapping my arms around him. "I missed you. Why..why did you leave me. Why didn't you tell me sooner...i'm gonna fucking kill you."

My vision started going blurry, and he pulled me on top of his lap and held me to him, wiping my tears with his right hand. "I can't explain that. i have a reason to why i left, i promise. But i can't explain it right now.." he tells me, softly, holding my cheek in his hand. I can tell he's trying his best to comfort me. I don't know why, but it's working. "I can't..i can't process this right now," i start, wiping my own tears and trying to get myself together. I really don't want to do this right now. "Kolt. We can talk about this bullshit a different day. I cant fucking do this. So, i'm gonna suck it up, you're gonna fuck my brains out, and we'll continue at a later time. Understand?" i start to snap at him again, but i soften my tone near the end of my sentence. Im tired at this point. I never should've asked about the tattoos, or anything for that matter..

This is fucking me up. At this point? i don't even care. I need to be filled up with something other than thoughts right now. "What..? Are you sure you just want t-" i cut him off by kissing him roughly, grinding on him as hard as i can. If i don't get him to give in, ill have to talk about this bullshit forever. I have work in the morning, its already late as fuck. He moans, going limp the moment i kiss him. My cock goes up in my panties, and his hands trace my hips and land on my ass, squeezing it and rubbing it as much as he can.

Honestly, it hurts. But i like it. I back away, going down enough to where i can arch my back, and my head is right over his crotch. I look up at him, asking for consent, just without words. Kolt looks at me and nods, whining as he tilts his head back. Thank god. I just need to get the trauma out of my head, and if we fuck hard enough, maybe ill forget it all together. I move my hands to the waist of his pants, sliding them off with ease. I lick his tip through his boxers, but of course, i get a call. "fuck. hold on.." i sit up, grabbing my phone from my purse thats on his nightstand.