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The Fear Within
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Ongoing, First published Sep 04, 2019
We all have our own secret fears. For some it might be a fear of heights or spiders, but for Adrian it was himself.
When Adrian was a young child, his older brother, Alejandro, locked him in a closet. His brother knowing he was very afraid of the dark, hoped to enhance that fear. He hoped that Adrian would look at his brother as the hero as he does with their father. As Adrian sat and cried in the closet, already have attempted to escape, noticed a small door in the back, barely visible through the jackets and umbrellas. He wiggled his fingers through the creases. Behind the door was a separate room Opening the small door he was surprised at what he found. There were ghostly people behind the door. They hadn't noticed the small child, as he crawled his way around them. Suddenly one of the wood boards creaked startling these odd people. They snapped their heads around to see Adrian, the source of the noise. The ghostly figures jumped at Adrian, and everything went black.
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As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.