The Lover's Diaries

You're Alive!

There's a really bad nightmare in this one. Feel free to skip, no one's forcing you to read.

I turn over and look at the digital clock. It's two in the morning, and after that rowdy round of love making, I'm pretty hungry. Carefully as to not wake Linda, I slip from the bed and tiptoe down the stairs. Peering into the refrigerator, I scan my options for a late night/early morning snack. Seeing nothing appealing, or rather, nothing I want at the moment, I head over to the bread cabinet. In a matter of minutes, I have my peanut butter sandwich and a thermos of water. I now see why Linda likes keeping cold water by the bed. My throat feels like a dessert.
As I head up the stairs, I see headlights shining into the house. The car motor shuts off, and the door slams. Quickly, I set my snack on the stairs and take the stairs two at a time. As soon as I'm in our room, I drop to my knees in front of my nightstand. I quickly, and quietly, get my gun and the handcuffs. The cuffs aren't the right ones, I know immediately, but they'll do in a pinch.
I don't leave the room until I hear shuffling and things breaking from downstairs. I walk along the wall to the staircase, stopping at the third step. I peek around the corner and see a prowler, now officially a burglar. He knocks over some dish towels and a few minor things like plastic cups, napkin holder, stuff like that.
I quietly sneak into the kitchen, and I raise my gun. I don't say a word, not even breathe, as I wait for him to turn around. He turns, and looks surprised, gun in one hand, trash bag in the other. "Put the stuff back, go away, and I'll look past this." Because the last thing I want to do at two a.m. is to go to the station to fill out a report. I just want to go back to bed, and hold Linda. Oh, gosh, Linda. What if she wakes up and walks down here?
"Tempting. But I need this stuff."
"No, you don't. Look, if you're in a bind, I'm sure social services or someone like them will be willing to help."
"Mmmm, no. I take this, and you forget it."
"I can't do that."
His gun is still pointed at me as he looks around the room, as if trying to find a get-out-of-jail free card. His eyes land on a picture, and a devilish smirk crosses his face. "She's pretty. Who is she?" He shows me a picture of Linda. She's smiling widely and wearing that red, sorta peasant-y shirt with dark jeans.
"That's, uh.... no one."
"Oh, I think it's someone. Some one special."
"No, she's, uh.... friend. No one of consequence."
"Mmhmm...." In the blink of an eye, he shoots the cabinet with all the mugs. I slightly cringe as I hear them break. "I'll shoot your pretty little bitch if you don't let me go."
My blood boils; Linda's not a bitch! "I really don't want to shoot you, but I'm authorized to. You've got a gun on me, and you've fired a shot. I can legally shoot you. But I don't want to." Somewhere outside, there's a crash, grabbing my attention.
The burglar pushes past me, heading for the front door. I shoot, and just barely miss on purpose. He stops dead in his tracks. "I don't have to miss. I've got a clear shot of you."
He turns around, "oh really? If you shoot, Imma have fun with that bitch of yours. Where is she? Upstairs?"
"She isn't anywhere!"
He nodded, "she's upstairs."
He heads towards the stairs; I can't let him have his sick, twisted fun with Linda! "Okay, okay!"
He turns around.
"What is it that you want?"
"Other than the silver wear? Let's see...." he taps his gun to his chin, and turns towards the stairs again.
I take that split second of distraction to lunge at him. I tackle him, and hit him, but he's quick. He hits me back, and the fist fight begins.
All I can think about is keeping Linda safe. She needs to stay upstairs. I know we joke that she can sleep through World War three, and right now, I really hope that's not a joke. I hope that she has the good sense to stay upstairs if she heard anything. She's a smart lady, but sometimes she thinks with her heart, not her brain. And if this is one of those times, she would be down here in a few minutes or so.
A hard punch lands on my eye, and I'm temporarily stunned. I hear him laugh, and see him walk back to the stairs. By the time I get to him, he's close to half way up. I grab his shirt, throwing to the ground. This time, he's stunned, and I take the opportunity to trap him. But he's good, maybe too good, and escapes my grasp. The punches and kicks lead us towards the kitchen once again.
I have him; one more solid punch, and he'll be too powerless. Needless to say, we both look like a bunch of bruised fruit, and blood's trickling down our faces. But I don't care about the white dots in front of my eyes, or the ringing in my ears, or the pounding headache, or the blood. I care about Linda, and I'm so close to keeping her from such a horrific experience.
"Danny?"
Damn! I stop, and turn to look at Linda. "Go back up-"
But before I can finish the sentence, the Perp hits me, sending me backwards. Linda screams, and I hear her footsteps come closer. No! I wanna say, but no doesn't come out. Linda, run! doesn't come out either. The last thing I remember hearing was another scream from Linda, and then darkness fell.
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The next time I open my eyes, I feel sore. I shift only to realize I'm tied down to something. I try to focus my bleary vision, try to take in the surroundings. Well, my vision doesn't work yet, but I have the other four senses.
First, I feel around me as much as I can. It feels like I'm tied to a kitchen chair. I move my hand, and barely feel the band of the sweatpants I'm wearing. So I still have clothes, that's great. Just as my vision is starting to focus, I hear a scream, and I know it's Linda's.
"Linda!" Maybe that was a bad idea, cause now I hear footsteps.
"Danny!" I can just see her turn in the perp's grasp. "Let him go! Do what you want with me, just don't hurt him!"
Fear is evident in her voice, but so is determination.
"Oh, I'll do what I want with you." The Perp says in a menacing tone.
My vision is fully functional now, and I watch as he licks Linda's cheek. My stomach lurches at the sight of him degrading her like that.
"Phil!"
Phil? Who's Phil?
Another goon saunters in, and takes the gun from the burglar. He points the cocked weapon at her head, and I see sheer fear in her beautiful blue eyes. "Can I have fun, too, Sam?"
Sam? Sam. I'm gonna kill Sam.
"Of course! Just hold the gun to her." Sam pulled something out of his pocket, a handkerchief, and walked towards me. "You're gonna watch this. But we can't have you talking."
I shake my head, trying to fight off the gag, but, of course, he put it on me. I loudly protest through the the gag. First, about how he committed a felony. Second, about kidnapping. Third, about assault on a police officer. Fourth, fifth, sixth, and every number after, about how he is about to degrade Linda, how he's forcing her to commit adultery. How he's stripping her of her dignity and her sanity.
I watch helplessly as they have their fun. She cries through the whole thing, and bawls when her body betrays her and orgasms. The pleasure waves look violent, but I doubt they are everything but pleasurable. They attack her over and over again, bruising her, assaulting her. I can't  watch them hurt her like that. So I start trying to break free. No gun is pointing at me or her, and they are ignoring my muffled protests. I look down, trying to think of how to escape the binds. I hear Linda gag, and I look up. Immediately, I wish I didn't. Sam's head is between her legs, and Phil is in her mouth. I have my head violently, trying to get the gag off. Finally, it falls loose and I yell at them.
"Stop! You sons of a bitch! Stop it!"
They ignore me until they cum; first Phil, then Sam, and finally Linda. The perps move off her, and Phil yanks her to stand.
My face falls as I see what they've done to her. She's bruised almost all over, and she's bleeding from multiple places. My eyes follow the blood trickling down her legs.
"You bastards!"
Sam shrugs, "what the hell do we care if we're called names?" He grabs a gun off the table and points it at Linda's head.
"Yeah," Phil agrees, his hand between her legs. He's pumping too hard. I know Linda likes things rough, and I know how much she can take, but this is too much for her. Way too much. Even if it's not blatant assault, it's too much for her. She doesn't believe in threesomes, she orgasmed way too many times. Her limit has been something like ten, or close to that. But she had the pleasure waves too many times. She looks tired and beaten, and the blood trickling down her skin isn't helping her image.
"Take me instead." I offer, not wanting Linda to go through any more.
"Again, it's tempting, but I like my Barbie." Sam walks over to Linda, licks her cheek and gropes her breasts. Oh, her breasts. Her beautiful breasts are littered with angry purple marks. I can't tell, but I'm pretty sure there's little, red lines on them, barely dripping blood.
"No! Stop! She doesn't deserve that, you bastards!"
Linda cries out as she has yet another orgasm. She's suddenly limp in Phil's arms, and I want to wring both their necks.
"Hey!" Phil slaps her across the face with the gun, making her scream again. "Stand up!"
"Why you mo-"
"Sam, I don't think she can stand no more."
"Hm. Let go."
Phil lets go, and Linda falls to the floor. Her head hits the floor with a loud bang, and she cries again. She sobs and all I want to do is hold her and kiss her and kill those bastards.
"Pick her up."
Phil yanks her up by her hair and arm, waiting for the next instruction.
"Make her stand by herself. Or we'll simply kill her."
Linda tries to stand, and she succeeds, but she's wobbly. She needs someone or something to help her. She doesn't even try to cover herself, and my heart breaks once again.
"Let's switch." Sam turns to me, and smiles maliciously. I'm too pissed off to be sacred. I'm too worried for Linda to worry about me. Sam unites the ropes, and pulls me up. "If you struggle, she gets the ax."
I don't say a word, just look at my poor wife. I try to show her love with my eyes, but her head's down. "Do whatever you want with me, you bastard. I don't care. Just let Linda go. Take her to the hospital. Just don't hurt her anymore."
Sam looks to Phil, pushes me half a foot away from Linda, and clicks his tongue twice. Phil nods and points the gun at Linda's temple. He stands back an arm's length away, and that's when it happens. My world comes crashing down. Blood and brain matter splatter me and the bastards as she falls to the floor. She doesn't even have time to scream.
"Linda! Linda! No!"
Suddenly, I'm in my room. It takes a few moments to realize what had happened. I swallow thickly, and close my eyes.
"Mm, did you say something?"
I look down, and there she is. Her face is half buried in her pillow.
"You're alive!"
She shifts, and looks at me. "Aren't I usually?"
Quickly, my lips are on hers. The kiss is hot and passionate, and she moans and shifts to her back, giving me better access. My body hovers over hers, and she wraps her arms around my neck. I rest my forehead on hers, sighing, closing my eyes.
Her hand touches my cheek, "Danny, what's wrong?"
I come back to reality. "Nothing."
I roll off her, hoping she would leave it at that. Of course, I know better.
"No, nothing is when you drop chocolate cake onto the couch. That kiss.... that's something."
"No. Forget it, Linda. Go back to sleep. You need your eight hours."
I know her so well, I can tell she just frowned.
She shifts and lays mostly on top of me, hugging me close. She kisses my jaw bone, "what's thirty minutes? Talk to me."
Well, the whole nightmare spews out, and by the end, I'm crying. And I hate it.
"Oh, Danny." She hugs me tighter, kisses my chest, and doesn't say anything. She just lets me cry it out, offering some "Shhh"s and occasionally reminding me it was just a nightmare.
"I failed.... to protect you. I failed."
"But it was just a nightmare. I know you would never let anything like that happen to me."
"Even in my dreams..... I'm not doing my job."
Linda shook her head, "Danny, it was just a dream. If that really happened, you would've shot the bastard as soon as he walked to the stairs. It was just a bad, bad, bad dream."
I sigh, swallowing once again. I shake my head. She doesn't understand.
Linda props herself up on her hands, and looks straight at me. "Danny Reagan, it. Was. A. Dream. You've never failed to protect me from evil. Whether it be physical, or just a stupid, bad dream. And you won't start failing now. I know this. You always cuddle with me, and declare your love when I've had a bad dream. So," she lowered herself back to my chest, "I'm gonna lie here, and declare my love till your asleep."
And she does just that. I'm asleep before she's finished, but in the morning, I feel better. A little embarrassed I cried like a baby, but she tells me anyone would cry after a nightmare like that.
I can't say for sure, but I think we have a stronger bond now. And if hellish nightmares are what it takes to make our love stronger..... well, I can live with a few bear and there.