Devilish Romance

Beach Attire & Quality Time

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Ariane Ayanna Aston

"So what are we dong today?" I asked as I laid on Tyson's sculpted chest.

"Anything, you want. This trip is all for you." He said , kissing my forehead.

Tyson seemed like a cruel, evil person, but he's far from it when he was around me. He was loving, caring, and giving. Although I've seen him when he wasn't these thing, that still didn't change my view of him. He was my protector.

"Baby, you make me so happy." I gushed before, landing a passionate kiss on his plum, pink lips.

"That's my job, babygirl." He told me as he gave my butt a rough squeeze.

"For now, I just want to lay up with you and watch cartoons." I told him as I turned the volume up on the flat screen that hung from the wall. Not too long after, I could feel sleep take over my body.

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I was sitting in my room in the furthest corner away from my door. My mom was home and she had not one but two of her 'clients' here. I hated when my dad left me here. He was never here to see how she treated me. When he was home , she acted as if she was the perfect wife and mother. She cooked and cleaned an told me how pretty I was, but as soon as he left it was a wrap. She hated me because my father put me before her and there was nothing she could do about it. Except kill me, which is what she was currently attempting.

"Open this door, you stupid little bitch." She screamed as she kicked and banged on the wooden door. I brought my knees to my chest and cried as she continued to bang and yell obscenities through the door, the only thing keeping us apart.

Soon the banging and yelling stopped, which made me even more afraid of what waited for me beyond the door. I wiped my tears, as I stood up from the floor. I walked closer to the door, to see what was going on. Halfway to the door, it swung open with a bang. My mom and two hulk-like men stood behind her, watching me with beady eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to open this door, you stupid little whore." She sneered as a fresh set of tears escaped my eyes.

I backed away from her and the two men as they approached me with devious smiles. I was soon meet with a vicious slap to the face that sent me crashing to the hardwood floor. Kicks and punches were sent to my body as I cried and screamed for help. But as always, my cries for help were never heard, All I could do is wait for the punishment to end.

It felt like an eternity had passed before the hits ceased. I sniffled lowly as my whole body ached, as if I had been trampled by a herd of bulls. I could feel blood leaking from my nose onto the floor, as I silently cried. I looked up to find my mother gone but the two bulky men stood over me. I cried harder because I knew this punishment would be much worse than my beating. The faint sounds of belts being undid could be heard in the silent room. I could only cry harder as they took me over and over again, despite me begging them to stop.

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"Baby!" He yelled, all the while shaking me awake.

I opened my eyes, to find Tyson looking down at me with worried eyes.

"What's wrong, baby?" He said, pulling me into his arms. He gently wiped the fallen tears from my cheek.

"It was just another nightmare, Ty. I'm ok now." I said as slid from under his arms.

"Your crying like it was real or some shit."

If he only knew, I thought to myself.

"It's nothing, baby." I smiled weakly, as I made my way into the bathroom.

I stared at my tear-stained face in the mirror and wondered why. Why did I have to go through those things at such a young age? Why didn't my mother love me, like other mothers loved their kids? Why wasn't I strong enough to tell my father? Why didn't I ever fight back?

I turned my back to the mirror and turned the shower on, hoping to wash away my sorrows.

Tyson Messiah Roman

"Are you feeling better, babygirl?" I asked as we walked down the partially deserted beach.

"Yeah, I told you it was nothing." She said as she looked up at me with her chocolate brown eyes.

"You know you can talk to me about anything." I told her as we picked a spot, to have lunch.

We laid the blanket down and claimed our spots.

"It's just a lot and it brings back terrible memories." She said as her voice cracked slightly.

"Whenever you're ready to talk, I'll be right here." I said as I leaned over and pecked her soft lips.

We began eating our lunch, which consisted of Chinese food, since my baby requested it. I fed her, her favorite, sweet and sour chicken, while she lad between my legs.

"So where do you see yourself in 10 years?" I asked as she intertwined our fingers.

"Married, a few kids, and making tons of money. What about you?" She asked looking back at me.

"Doing what I'm doing now, but in different places." I shrugged.

"You don't want to get married, start a family, live happily ever after?"

"Happiness doesn't live here anymore." I said in a nonchalant tone.

"So you're not happy with me?'' She said turning her whole body to face me.

"Of course. But I'm the Devil, I'm not meant to be happy."

"Stop calling yourself that! You're not the devil. You're kind and caring and  loving." She said as she held my face between her small hands.

Everything that Ariane just said may have warmed someone else's heart, but not mine. It was ice cold and not capable of many emotions. I killed kids and the elderly without even flinching. I sold drugs to feigns, which only brought them closer to death. Sin was part of my every day routine. The Devil didn't know what 'happily ever after' was.

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