Mama's Boy

Emily

*Charlie*

-read warning before you read this chapter-this chapter is NOT SFW-

I thought I knew love...
But I didn't know love until I saw her...

Pitch black hair like a late night sky, teal eyes like the sea and a soft smell of vanilla. She was a masterpiece, from the moment I layed eyes on her I didn't want anyone else.

After just being friends for a couple of years I decided to make a move, we were at a party. On the record I was dating Leah so it couldn't be obvious but I ached for her. I wanted to know how her skin tasted, how she felt. She was in a room, asleep. A plastic cup full of vodka and coke tipped on the bed and her dress loosely on her body. She didn't have a bra on... I shouldn't, I wouldn't... Would I?

I never told her, how could I? How could I look her in the eyes and explain why I did what I did especially not when she tells me she is pregnant.. Not like I would actually want kids with her. I can't share her... When the baby died I didn't mourn it like she did, I didn't care. A part of me was glad because she didn't leave my side, so fragile. So weak and needy, it was perfect... But she slowly moved on and moved into a nice house.

I Quit my job, told Leah I was fired... And she was back, I had Emily again. Everyday being close to her driving me crazy. Having to sneak out late an night to relieve myself. Searching for girls like her, like my Emily. It's not the real thing but I'll take it... All those girls I left crying on dirty mattresses, battered, used and abused. Coming home and just watching her, he soft breaths as she sleeps. The way she turns in her sleep.

Anytime me and Leah would get intimate I would picture Emily, Naive Leah for thinking I ever actually loved her. She had a similar frame to Emily, soft hair like hers. I remember the night I got to have Emily and that's all I think about...

But then he came into her life. Fucking everything up... He got to sleep next to her after awhile, always with her. When he ran away I was hoping he wouldn't want to come back. When that didn't work Sylvia offered me money for Riley. She didn't have to ask me twice to get rid of the only thing stopping me from getting to her.

When Emily calls me later that day I wanted to have her, have her in ways only the devil can imagine. I wanted her all to myself. When she had locked up I acted scared but deep inside I felt my lust for her increasing. A hunger for her became starvation...

Everyday I spend with her I want her, I can replace Riley. I was going to until that fucktart Russo ruined everything. Everynight I see Riley sucking at her breasts when that should be me. I am the only person for her, we are meant to be.

She consumes my every thought. Every picture I take of her I keep. Her sleeping, showering, public or private. Every moment she has is captured in these photos...

Anytime I close my eyes I see her, feel her. I love you Emily~

*Emily*

I manage to calm Riley back down and get him to sleep. Riley has never started a fight so I count tell it really upset him.

I look at the stack of around 15 pictures. I notice a box under Riley's crib. I pull it out and it had my name on it. A diary laying on a bed of pictures. Charlie brought diary's up to my attic once a year... I pulled down the ladder and climb up there. I found the box, filled to the brim with diary's.

I sit there for hours flicking through each one. Some of them are just drawings of me and my body. My breasts drawn out, ass... I read a few pages. I find the book from 2 years ago.

Dear diary,

I finally go her. She will never know but I had her in all the ways I wanted. All my wishes coming true at once. Her skin was soft and she was so tight. Her breasts were so soft and tender...

I should feel regret for what I have done but all I feel is relief.

I feel sick. My Angel baby was His, my little boy who never got to walk this earth was his. He never told me... I read on, he never mourned my baby, never cared he just wanted me in his sick perverted life.

Tomorrow, is the 2nd anniversary of my unborn son... 2 years this was kept from me, 2 years he never cared... I walk down and into the room where Charlie was asleep. I lift his limp body off the bed and carry him down, down to the lowest level of my house. In the basement I chain his neck to the wall. Leaving a bowl of dog food just out of reach, no water.

I'll come back for him in two days. His possible death doesn't bother me, if he does stay alive for 2 days I'll make sure he suffers for what he did to me.

As much as I would have wanted to meet the baby that never got to be born... I'm thankful he never grew up to be anything like Charlie. Because I would die inside knowing I had brought a monster into this world...

I leave him in the basement. Damon is sat on the couch, all the littles must be in bed.

"You okay?" He asks me, I walk over to him and straddle his lap, wrapping my arms round his neck. His arms wrap around my waist as we just sit. No more words need to be said, we just sit and hug... He leaves a kiss on my forehead, it's gentle and sincere. Why does Damon have to be so..... Dreamy.