Burning Crimson

Chapter Eighteen

Colette ran as fast as she could, running faster than she ever has, due to her low metabilisom, she was sweating like a pig in the summer, she ran and cried, yelling for help. Who would help her, where were the real life fairy god mothers?

"Get back here you little cunt!" He yelled after her, running faster, almost behind her and his rough requests made him seem right on her tail.

"Stop please," she hissed, running further. She didn't know who she was asking to stop, Harry wouldn't stop. Maybe it was God who needed to stop, stop making her go through pain which was in all elements around her. She knew the world would hurt her but when it stole her away and cut her hair, that was when God should have gotten the note. But God only wanted to listen to people who believed and Colette did not believe and now that she needed a God, he was laughing at her, she knew it.

And it all went so quickly, he jumped onto her, they tumbled on the hard road, rocks cutting her skin on her cheek, the blood came gushing out instantly.

"You fucking little cunt, you better not move or I'll fucking kill you with my bare hands right now!" He yelled and then he was pulling her greasy hair and picking her up while pulling out some of the black strands.

"Please.. please.. " she whines, she was begging like a mutt would beg for food, except she was begging for pity, he wanted to pity her but she was so idiotic that she needed to be punished for everything she did. And this was to prevent it from happening again. He pulled her hair and her shoulders roughly as he walked down the road back to his van. She was still bleeding and the blood stained the pink sweater.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she cried and cried. She wasn't sorry for trying to leave, she was sorry for not believing in God. Sorry for not going to church, sorry for not praying. The world was such a godless place when people needed help. When was the time for God?

He pushed her right against the hard van, slamming her mouth into the door. Scream, he thought and that's when he knew why he wanted and what would make his anxiety feel on ease; he wanted her to scream.

"You better fucking scream," he says so forcefully. He opens the passanger door, grabbing the pussy willow he picked. Colette looks at him an her eyes go wide with fear.

"What are you going to do with that?" She sobs, the obvious answer didn't seem so obvious until he smacked it hard against her back, making her choke, he wanted to rebel more by biting her sleeve. She didn't scream yet and he had to prove it to her, he was in charge, he was boss, he was her superior.

"Scream!" He yelled while he hit her back over and over again, no prevail. Smack after smack, no sound but grunts and groans. Finally he pulled her hair and slammed her against the van and then she finally fell to the ground.

He threw the stick, he slid his body to the ground, the risk crunching under his boots. She was so ugly, he liked that about her and he let his big hands grab her face, her eyes were big and her eyebrows needed attention. He knew she would grow into her looks.

He lifted her body into the van and shut the door, leaning against the van, looking at the grass and trees around him. Fields and fields, the clouds looked so innocent and they knew what happened. They witnessed what he did to a girl who deserved to be taught a lesson. When women speak up, they get hurt.

Colette woke up screaming, startling Shawna. Everything was quick and blurry and she noticed that Shawna was the only one that stayed beside her while she was passed out.

"Shh..." She grabbed Colette and cradled into her arms, letting her rest between her legs, she cried and screamed as loud as she could, after all the noise was done, she screamed and shook in Shawnas comforting arms. The only comfort Colette felt, the oddest place to feel comfortable, in Shawnas arms.

Colette screamed into Shawnas shirt, sobbing and falling down onto the floor, wincing at the pain it brought upon her. Shawna watched her with such sympathy and it ached her heart. Tears pricked her eyes but she blinked those away, you need to be various about who you cry over.

"You'll be okay.. you're going to be okay Colette," she spoke firmly.

"Where am I...what happened," she cried and kept asking over and over again. Shawna didn't know, her answers would be null and void for Colette. But asking questions would give her an insight on what happened and why were both Harry and Colette so fucked up.

"Why did you try run.. You never run.." she said running her fingers through the greasy black strands that Colette had.

"I want to go home.. I want to leave, let me leave," she cried. Home seemed like a hideous memory, she wanted to sleep on her bed, see her parents and breathe the air that didn't smell like hair dye and cigarette smoke.

"Its not my choice, lets get you into the tub.. c'mon," she said to the young and beaten girl, Colette nodded and Shawna ran the water. She made it warm and added some kind of salts infusing the smell of lavendar and vanilla, two bad mixes. It was worse than hair dye and cigarettes.

"I was free.. I was free but now I'm back here, in this hell," she said and sobbed, her lip was big and puffy. It added to her physical ugliness, Shawna noted that. Nobody looks pretty when they cry, or when they're beaten up and crying.

Shawna only nodded while taking off the pink sweater and pulling Colette's shirt over her head, and unhooking her bra two sizes too big on her. Her nipples were so pink and small, unlike her own which were a dark wine colour and a bit wider. Colette's body made her feel gross, she didn't want to look at it and admire a certain aspect.

"Just let me take off your pants and get you in," he said and bit her lip. slowly pulled down Colette's jeans, revealing a blue panty that greeted Shawna while she was on we knees. She felt like she needed to leave, she needed to leave the room. She had to or else she would do something she would regret.

Colette began crying again and Shawnas bad thoughts went out the widow.

"Let me make you feel better.." With those words he spoke, she starts spreading Colette's legs, pulling the blue panty down her thighs until it came down to her feet. She began putting her fingers into her mouth, sucking to get them wet, putting them against the dry lips of Colette's most intimate area. A painful hiss washed over her tongue.

"I'm sore," Colette whines, making Shawna more avid on what she was doing here and it was way too late to back out from this, it had to happen now.

"Then let me make you feel better," she says and licks at Colette, letting her tongue occupy all of the young girls thoughts and physical pains.

Shawna let her index finger enter the young girl as she continued with her tongue and its slow motions, Colette moaned loudly in both pain and pleasure and what a mix that was to taste.

Colette grabbed onto the wall for some kind of sturdiness as Shawna licked her into a climax that gave her chills.

"You're welcome," she says as she gets up and leads Colette into the tub. The taste on her tongue made her throat dry as she wanted more, so much more that she wanted to hate Colette.

"Tomorrow you'll feel better," Shawna said, not knowing what else to say.

"I feel better right now," she grabs onto the older woman's hand. Shawna looked at it and felt sick because having Colette's hand on hers made her realize that she wanted that feeling to be an everyday occurrence.

[note: holy hell, this took so long and I apologize but there are a lot of things happening in my life rn, please comment your thoughts and what do you think about Shawna?]