The Devil Within || The Boy

twelve: not again

I woke up the following day with a tight grip around my body. I tried getting out of Brahms grip but I immediately regretted feeling my muscles ache throughout my body. My limbs feeling heavy with each movement.

The moment gave me another feeling of deja vu. Brahms and I would always have sleep overs when we were kids. His parents didn't allow us to share beds yet I would sneak into Brahms' bed and he would let me.

I laid there in bed as I listened to Brahms breathing as he slept. He snored lightly under the mask. I don't know how he slept with it on. The position gave me the weirdest feeling in my stomach and i'm not sure how i felt about it.

I know what your thinking. I could probably make a run for it or i could suffocate him in his sleep. I can even slice his throat, i should but i can't.

Brahms had this type of hold on me. Just like when we were kids I followed him around like a lost puppy. It was something intriguing about him... I don't what it was. Boys would pull my hair and tease me. Kids would play around, smiling and laughing. Brahms didn't want to play, at least not with any other kids. Our classmates played with action figure and Brahms would play with dolls made from things he found outside. There was no doubt that he was different from the other kids.

A drop in temperature cause me to pull feet up under the covers. In some mornings the temperature would drop and I would have to go adjust the heat. In this case I was too lazy and without much thought I scooted back to Brahms hold, hoping to get warm from him. Almost falling back into a deep sleep I felt brahms shift closer to me.

I felt something poking me from behind before it's start moving against my behind. Each movement become faster and harder. "Brahms?" I questioned as I tried moving once again which cause a groan erupt from brahms. My heavy eyelids restrained me from fully registering what was happening. My body aches heavily "Brahms, are you alright?" He groaned in response.

why does he keep moving like that? is he dreaming?

"Brahms, stop!" I said finally as much as i'm flustered - i can't. I can't not after last night. slightly sitting up and pushing him away. He also sat up a bit, looking between me and his lower body. The bulge standing out in his pants.

He huffed before throwing the covers off him and walk towards the bathroom. I sit there watching as he strolled in without shutting the door.
As awkward that was i chose to get up and change out of my sleeping clothes into more something more casual.

Once I was done I was getting ready to head downstairs. I began looking for my phone until I realized brahms took it along with my other electronics....

I sighed about to open the door to head downstairs until brahms interrupted. "No! Wait." He didn't yell but he made quite loud and clear. My body grew chills as I almost recalled the horrific behavior from last night.

"Brahms, I'm just trying to go downstairs." I attempt to reason with him. This was ridiculous! Did he really think i was going to try something? Lord, I just hope it isn't gonna be like this forever.

"Wait...You could help..." He said lowly showing the tent in his shorts. I rolled my eyes. I could only imagine a cocky grin under that mask. "pig." I said disgustingly before opening the door and going downstairs. screw him. I'd like to go any where I please in this house. I take my time listening for any sign of him following me but he doesn't.

I especially went slow paced down the steps if i took hard drops my thighs ached. I learned that the hard way..

I made it to the kitchen and just on time, my stomach grumbled. I start to take ingredients out to make breakfast.

twenty minutes later I had plate of pancakes stacked with a side of scrambled eggs. I set up the table also making a seat for brahms.

I was washing some dirty dishes when I felt a hard grip on the back of my neck pull be back. I was now facing brahms slightly bended back.

I don't make a sound as I look up at him. "Listen." That was all he said before letting me go. I washed my hands and dried them. I rubbed my neck as I went to sit at the dining table. I could feel my eyes water up as I looked down at my plate. My face slightly heating up barely able to to breath. Slightly loosing my appetite.

Maybe what if..this wasn't worth it..to stay and help brahms. I think it was a mistake. I don't think I can do this anymore..

I felt my chair turn to the side as tears streamed down my face. I hold in a sob as I see Brahms kneeling and looking up at me. "Don't cry." He said lifting up my face and wiping away my tear stained face.

"Be a good girl for Brahms." He was gentle has as he caresses my face.

"You have to listen, Scarlet" His other hand caressing my thigh bringing me comfort.

"Listen to Brahms." He said bringing me to a hug. I almost feel instantly better until my stomach rumbled. He pulled back. "Eat." He said before pushing my seat forward.

He went back to his seat. He didn't touch his plate. He sat there and watched me eat.

Once I finished I set my plate in the sink. I turn facing brahms. Even though I felt better the air still felt warm and thick. I craved nothing but fresh air. "I-um i'm gonna get some fresh air while you eat." I inform thinking nothing of the worst.

He stood up as i walked towards the back door. I payed no attention and continued my way.

I felt the familiar feeling of a large hand on the back of my neck. (BaBy GOrl) I was turned and pulled towards his chest. "NO" he said sternly.

I took in a breath trying to compose my loss of air. "No?" I croak. He tilted his head staring at me.

"Let go of me." I said calmly not wanting to upset him more. One hand crawling up my chest - stopping at my neck. I gasp at the sudden impact of the grip onto my neck.

"please l-let me go." I started struggling against him. The grip getting tighter and tighter. I eventually start zoning out into his dark eyes. He stared coldly as I almost began losing conscious.

This was it.

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