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The not so Survived Survivor
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Ongoing, First published Nov 11, 2014
Mature
A JOURNAL:

I could hear the sound of his feet pounding the stairs as he made his way up them, to my room. I hurried out of bed as fast as I could crawling in under it, to hide from what was coming. I heard the rattle of the doorknob as his chubby fingers turned it, all the while I retreated as far back as I could. His feet were at my bedside, he was wearing navy socks with indented diamonds. I started to cry as I heard the click of his belt as it undone, and saw his pants and underwear drop to the floor. 

*The hot tears ran down my face as I felt myself losing touch with reality. Then; I soared from tree top to tree top with the other birds.
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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.