Black Beauty (Z.A. Love Story// Explicit)

15// Weeds

   I thought about Zach even after he left.

   The smell of him still lingered like a certain spell in my mind.

   I tried to touch myself, but it didn't feel right, almost as if I was lying to myself.

   The dark felt darker, and I felt lonelier, and I hated it so much.

   Zach was the only one and only thing that I thought about, and I felt pathetic.

   Dirty thought, and pure thoughts were constantly fighting with one another inside my head.

   I've had my share of beautiful men, but I'm still very young, and I'm finally ready to love again. To love like never before, and to fully unravel myself to someone, and to get the same laid out in front of me.

   I got up off of the couch, and went to the bedroom to change. I smelled Zach's scent one last time before slipping off my dress, and taking off my shoes.

   I put on that dark satin robe that made me look like Morticia Adams, and took a shower.

   The lights were dimmed low, and I opened the window, to see the moonlight against the trees and all the busy streets down below.

   Once I finished, I dried myself, and slipped on my black bra, and black panties, and my robe.

   For the first time in many years, I felt as if my teenage youth was running back to me, as well as my happiness.

   I stepped out into the hall, and to the bedroom.

   The air felt thicker, and something had changed.

   I turned only to see a dark, demonic shape inside the closet.

   It grabbed my waist and pulled me closer.

   Then I felt a cold hand run itself over my mouth.

   Strong weight pushed me against the bed, and the cold hands ran down against my neck.

   "Who the fuck was that?" I heard Richard say hushed, as his teeth were clenched, and his dark eyes inspected every inch of my sweating face.

   "A boy Richard. A boy." I said calmly, hoping he wouldn't hit me.

   "Stop playing fucking innocent" He said. His sharp smell of alcohol, and musk-scented cologne suffocated me, and I could feel myself begin to tremble. I fought it, I didn't want to appear weak. I wouldn't give away Zach's name.

   "Thomas" I said. It was the first thing I though of.

   "Oh" He said. He had tears in his eyes, and the smell of harsh liquor in his breath. It felt like a horny dog was overpowering me, and I was his prey. I tried to slip my suffocating wrisps from his grasp, but he was too strong.

   "You found another man to play with, didn't you? Found another boy that you can be depressed with?" He said.

   "You were the one made me more depressed, Richard" I said blankly.

   "I fucking made money for you, didn't I? When you wanted things, I fucking got them for you!" HE said, not responding to what I said.

   "You're foolish for thinking money makes someone happy" I said. "I never loved you, and you never loved me, you just fucked anything that moved, and don't know how to behave, why do you think your parents left when you were sixteen?" I said.

 "I fucking loved you, and all you did was give me shitty sex, and stale eyes! You know I loved you, and I can fucking love you more than whoever the hell this small, little bitch named Thomas is" He hissed. Nothing he said made sense, it was almost laughable, but I couldn't laugh, no matter how pathetic and drunk he spoke. He rarely got me anything; my parents introduced me to him because he was rich, and they knew he lived close by and could support me. I wasn't the one who fucked lifelessly, it was him.