Chapter 1

The sun streamed brightly down on her as Stasia smiled, taking it all in with a grain of salt, and sighed in sheer contentment. It was a beautiful morning in September, Indian summer, the perfect jogging weather in her mind. Her body was clad in a pair of black shorts with a white sports bra and her honey blonde hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail, keeping it out of her face. A black bag was clipped around her waist that carried her IPOD and bottled water as she walked down the steps of her apartment/condo. It was more of a condo, but could be considered an apartment, which didn’t bother Stasia.

Her emerald green eyes shimmered like the lake that was nearby, just outside her backyard, and stretched before doing her morning ritual jog. She’d been taking them ever since she was fifteen and hadn’t missed a day since then, no matter how much her parents hated it. They were two fat slobs who didn’t care about the condition of their body and were crack heads, unlike their daughter. She hadn’t spoken to them in six years, ever since she walked out of their lives, and hadn’t looked back since then. Stasia was a lonely child, much to her relief because she would hate to hear about her siblings growing up in an unstable environment her parents lived in.

Stasia took her IPOD headphones and shoved them in her ears, turning it on a specific song, which was Ladies & Gentlemen by Saliva, one of her favorite songs. She’d loved the song ever since seeing it on a commercial on television and immediately downloaded it. She smiled as the sun licked her body before running down the sidewalk, starting her jog. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes was watching her every move, as she jogged past them, and licked his lips hungrily, nudging his buddy. They were in the dark alleyway, even though it the sun was shining brightly, doing their business, but all he could do was stare at her.

His icy blue eyes were unflinching, watching as his friends proceeded to beat down a snitch, and loved every minute of it. They were muffling his screams by duct tape, which was firmly on his mouth, and John paid no attention. After all, he was the leader of his gang and instructed his boys what to do, which was one of the reasons why he could admire such a beautiful body such as hers. He felt no pity for the guy, even though by now his face was a crimson mask of blood. Frowning upon feeling one of his friends nudge him, whose name was Todd, his eyes instantly narrowed when he seen the woman jogging down the sidewalk.

Her honey blonde hair whipped in the breeze that blew against her as she jogged past them, but he was admiring lower regions. She had an ass that was begging to be tapped as he watched her jog around the corner, and whistled after she was out of earshot, “Damn!” His gaze then turned back to the guy, seeing he was unconscious from the beating he just sustained, and smirked wickedly, his blue eyes gleaming with evil intentions, and ordered, “Get him outta here and finish the job.”

Stasia hadn’t heard the whistling or anything that was going on down the dark alleyway she’d passed, too focused on her jog, and wasn’t even breaking a sweat. She started humming softly to another song that popped on in her mind through her IPOD headphones and rounded the corner, continuing on her way. Taking her water bottle out while never stopping her pace, Stasia swallowed a gulp of it before sliding it back in her black bag she had around her waist and continued on her journey, picking up the pace a bit more. Her body was nicely toned and fit, something her parents would never have, and Stasia didn’t feel one bit sorry for them. It was their own fault for wasting their lives away on drugs and alcohol, sometimes becoming the subject of their abuse of it, but Stasia had long forgotten that part.

Ignoring the catcalls his friends shouted at her, the blue eyed leader decided to get a better look at her and walked away from the scene. He was wearing a simple pair of black cargo shorts that were baggy with a midnight blue muscle shirt, his everyday attire. Slipping behind the wheel of his El Camino, he started the ignition of his car and proceeded to drive in the direction she was jogging in, keeping enough distance so she wouldn’t notice him watching her. His eyes narrowed when a fat, greasy slob stepped in front of her, sending her backwards as she landed on the sidewalk with a hard shove, and parked his ride. He ignored the fact that it was a handicap space, more intent on getting this guy away from her and leaned against the hood of his car as he watched the scene unfold, shaking his head at the sexual slur the man made toward her.

“Hey baby, wanna light my fire tonight?” The man asked, slurring his words a little, and Stasia could smell the alcohol on his breath. She had been jogging, minding her own business, and knew he’d purposely knocked her down. It happened every single day and Stasia was getting just about tired of him pushing her around like this as she scrambled up to her feet.

Rolling her eyes at the question he’d shot at her, Stasia took off her headphones that went with her IPOD and slid them in her waist bag before asking, “Can I help you?” She was mildly perturbed that her jog had been disturbed and didn’t notice the El Camino behind her or the blue eyes that were watching everything that was transpiring between her and this fat slob.

He snorted when she asked that question back at him, knowing what he would’ve said to that. A wicked smile curved his lips at the very thought, though the amusement faded rapidly when he seen the slob reach out to touch her. Moving from his car and toward them from the side, he let the honey blonde witness him approach and asked in a soft voice, “Is this guy botherin’ you, miss?”

Looking to the side at the man who’d approached them, Stasia sighed with inner relief as she rubbed the back of her neck and cleared her throat, “No, I believe we’re finished here.” She answered meekly, staring at the disgusting slob before her, and decided it was time to head back home. Abruptly turning around, Stasia quickly began jogging down the sidewalk, her heart thudding in her chest, and just wanted to be in the safety of her home right now.

Narrowing his eyes at her retreating form, listening as the slob wandered off aimlessly, muttering something about icy bitches, he was tempted to turn around and knock the guy out, but something caught his eye. He bent down to find her waist bag lying on the ground before him, the strap ripped, and guessed it had been torn when she’d fallen and gave out when she started running away from them. He was almost tempted to chase her down and give it to her, just as an excuse to get another look at that luscious body, but didn’t. Instead, he peered inside of it and grinned when he seen it contained her I.D.

‘I guess I’ll be seeing you soon, honey.’ He thought, smiling slightly before heading back to his car and took off down the street, squealing the tires in his path.

After getting home and locking the door behind her, Stasia went straight for the shower, needing to get that disgusting slob’s touch off of her. She couldn’t believe he’d tried it again, after she specifically asked him to leave her alone, and sighed exasperatedly. She stepped inside the hot sprays, allowing the hot water to cascade down her body, and moaned at the contact, feeling his touch already slipping from her. After her shower was over with, Stasia dressed in a pair of black sleeping shorts with a matching tank top and walked into the kitchen, smiling down at her baby. It was a golden retriever by the name of Jasy and she meant everything to Stasia.

They’d been through a lot together as she bent down, petting her ears gently, and said softly, “I need to stay home from now on.” Smiling down at the dog, who barked in agreement with what she said, Stasia stood up as she walked over to her dog’s food bowl and asked, “You hungry girl?” The dog barked again, causing Stasia to nod, and proceeded to pour some food into her bowl.

Waiting until about a half hour before sunset, he stared at the waist bag that was clasped in his hand, smirking wickedly, and groaned at the bitch that was sucking his dick. “Faster slut!” He ordered viciously, gripping her head, and licked his dry lips as he nodded. “Yeah…oh fuck yeah right there…” While the whore was sucking him off, he kept staring at the I.D. that held her picture, not believing how beautiful she was, and knew he had to see her again to return this personal item. After a few more deep throats, he finally gripped the whore’s head, forcing her to swallow him whole, and took a puff of his joint he’d rolled, groaning at how good it felt entering his body. “Get the fuck outta here!” He shouted, shoving her to the floor away from him, and watched as her retreating form scurried out of his bedroom.

After finishing off his joint, he slowly stood up from his bed, placing the rest of his stash under his bed, and walked over to his dresser. He sprayed some cologne on before venturing into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Afterwards, he dried his mouth off, smirking when he heard moaning sound down the hallway, and hit Todd’s room, bellowing, “Keep it the fuck down, man!!” Todd grunted out a reply that he couldn’t quite make out and didn’t bother asking as he headed out of the front door toward his El Camino again. Hopping inside of it, he headed toward the address her I.D. gave him and parked in front of her condo a few minutes later. He adjusted his blue jeans he’d changed into along with his skintight long sleeved black shirt before getting out and walked up the long sidewalk, knocking on her door gently.

Jasy instantly began barking up a storm upon hearing the knocking on the front door, causing Stasia to peer over at it, and bit her bottom lip. Who the Hell was visiting her at this hour? It was going on seven o’clock as she slowly stood up, patting Jasy’s head assuring, and walked over to the door. She’d just finished eating dinner, which consisted of spaghetti, her favorite dish, and opened it with her dog right by her side. Stasia felt her eyes widen upon seeing the man who had saved her somewhat from the slob earlier standing in front of her and gasped out, “Hi…”

Smiling down at her, his ocean blue eyes quickly sweeping over her body, he took in her dog before speaking, “I’m sorry to bother you miss…” He began, keeping his voice soft and low. “But I seen you earlier today on the street and you dropped this.” Holding out her waist bag and dropped down when the dog began sniffing him curiously. He held out his hand for the dog to sniff before rubbing her head, grinning when she nudged her head so he could scratch her ears, and this shocked Stasia to say the least.

Upon seeing him holding her bag, Stasia immediately snatched it from him, not believing he was kind enough to bring it back to her, and exclaimed, “Oh thank god, I’ve been looking all over for this!” Her eyes peered down at Jasy, shaking her head absentmindedly, and smiled as she locked eyes with his blue orbs once more. She set her bag on the speaker that was near her door and ran a hand through her hair as she commented, “That was really kind of you to bring it back and my name is Stasia…Stasia Jones.”

Standing up from petting the dog, he reached out to shake her hand before stuffing his hands in his front pockets and replied, “It wasn’t a problem miss.” He assured her. “I would’ve returned it sooner, but it took awhile to find this place.” He lied, laughing softly, and loved how it rolled of his tongue smoothly. “I’m John Cena by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, John.” She replied sweetly, her voice a gentle caress that swept over him, and shook his hand before pulling back. Stasia had to take in this man, his physique, his look, and wondered where she’d seen him before. “Would you like to come in for a moment?” She offered, hating for him to be standing outside in the chilled night air, even though it was the middle of September.

John smiled down at her and couldn’t help, but think, ‘Victory!’ He looked past her as if he was contemplating the decision, tempted to take her up on the offer, but instead declined respectfully. “I don’t think so, Miss Jones. It smells like dinner time for you and your…boyfriend?” He assumed, running a hand through his short brown hair, and raised an eyebrow at her.

Stasia smiled back at him, her green eyes sparkling, and shook her head while her cheeks began to grow hot and gently replied, “I don’t have a boyfriend.” She admitted, a huge lump forming in her throat suddenly as she stared into this man’s eyes, seeing how beautiful and crystal clear blue they were. She felt her entire body begin to grow hot along with her cheeks as she stated while bending down to pet the dog’s head, “It’s just me and Jasy here.”

Smiling back at her triumphantly, John leaned forward to pet the dog’s head a bit more, his blue eyes flashing, and got the information he wanted from her. “Jasy, that’s an interesting name.” He commented, straightening up. “I don’t want to impose on you Miss Jones…” He stated, his voice trailing off reluctantly.

“Please, call me Stasia.” She requested softly, hating formal introductions, and smiled when Jasy nudged her head at this man’s hand again. “She really likes you.” She commented, running a hand through her hair, and watched as he obliged the dog before standing up to his full height again. “If you’re sure…John.” Stasia hesitantly said, stumbling on his name, not knowing if he liked being called by his last name or not.

John stared down into her green eyes, his own darkening slightly, having to tear his gaze away before he drowned in those beautiful orbs of hers. “Stasia.” He repeated with a nod, saying her name slowly, liking the way it rolled off his tongue. “This might seem forward, but...could I see you again?” He asked, turning slightly so the wind blew at his back. “Maybe take you out for a cup of coffee or something?” John suggested, more something and less coffee was what he had in mind actually, but he was finding this woman way too attractive as it was.

Stasia bit her bottom lip and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, knowing she couldn’t deny his offer, especially after returning her bag, and replied, “Sure, that sounds great.” She obliged, deciding that would be the way to pay him back for his generosity. “When did you want to do this?” She asked curiously, shivering slightly by the cold, and smiled graciously when he stepped in the way of it some more.

“Tomorrow afternoon, I’d like to pick you up if you don’t mind.” He answered, looking concerned when he seen her shiver, and added, “I work until three so…” He whipped out his wallet as he trailed off; pulling out a business card he’d made up, and handed it to her. It was just something he kept around for an easy way to give out his number, especially when it came to whores. “The top one is my work, the bottom number is my cell. If you can’t make it, just call me and let me know. It’s no big deal either way.” He assured her, flashing another charming smile in her direction, and knew he had her right in the palm of his hand.

Feeling her entire body responding to this man, Stasia smiled back at him softly as she took the card, brushing her fingertip against his hand, and swallowed nervously. “Alright, I will definitely do that. Thank you again for bringing my bag back. You have no idea how much trouble you saved me from experiencing.” She stated appreciatively, truly thankful for what he did and wished she could do something for him, though she already was in a way.

“Nobody likes standing in line all day at the DMV.” He joked, chuckling softly, and felt his hand tingle from where she’d touched him. “I’ll see you tomorrow then hopefully, Stasia…” His voice dropped an octave and smiled at her one last time before turning and walking back to his car. He felt her eyes on him the entire time and grinned broadly, turning to give her a quick wave, and hopped into his car, chuckling wickedly under his breath.

Stasia watched as he drove away before shutting the door behind her and felt her heart flutter with joy. It had been so long since she’d last been on a date and was actually feeling excited about seeing John again. She looked down at the card he’d left her with, seeing the numbers on them, and giggled, causing Jasy to look up at her with a questioning stare. “Let’s go to bed, girl. Momma has a date tomorrow with a very delicious hunk.” She stated happily and practically skipped into her room. Lying on the bed, Stasia looked at the card before turning her nightstand light out and snuggled in her bed, holding the card against her chest, and sighed in sheer contentment as sleep overtook her body.

Chapter 2

Soft humming came from her lips as Stasia smiled, teasing her hair as she looked in the mirror, practically dancing, and continued singing the song that was blasting from her stereo speakers. A huge smile adorned her face as she finished up; deciding to leave her hair down in banana curls, and walked into her bedroom to pick out an outfit. Stasia tapped her chin in thought, staring at the line of clothing before her, and continue to try every one of them on. About an hour later, she finally decided on her black skirt that went two inches above the knee with a pink blouse that had sheer sleeves. Her shoes consisted of two inch black heels as she quickly dressed, did her make up as naturally as possible, and looked down at her dog as she asked, “So, how does this look?”

After she was finished getting ready, Stasia decided to watch some TV, seeing it was going on two, and smiled when her dog jumped up with her. Since her skirt didn’t attract the fur from Jasy’s body, Stasia didn’t mind as she leaned back against the couch. Stasia made sure not to mess up her hair or wrinkle her clothing, and flipped through the channels absentmindedly. She petted Jasy’s head and smiled, not able to contain her excitement any longer, and decided to call John’s cell. Pulling out the card from her purse and picking up her cordless phone, Stasia dialed the number and waited for him to answer.

John shook his head as he slowly opened his eyes, groaning a bit, and sat up, feeling a warm body cuddled up to him. He rolled his eyes and shoved the hooker he picked up the previous night away from him to the floor. Amy he thought her name was and honestly didn’t care as he growled out, “Get the Hell out of here!” His eyes strayed to the clock, seeing it was going on one o’clock and knew he’d have to pick Stasia up soon. He waited until the hooker was gone, muttering under his breath before he got out of bed, and pulled out a box from his nightstand drawer. Desperately needing some drugs to calm her nerves, John opened it and frowned when he realized it coke was gone.

Jumping up from his bed, realizing what had happened, John ran out of his room and tackled the retreating hooker to the ground. He turned her around and backhanded her across the face, not believing how stupid she had been to try and steal his stash, and roughly searched her. She cried out in pain as he finally found it, shoved down her panties, and growled as he picked her up by her hair. “You’ll pay for this.” He hissed causing her eyes to widen in sheer fear as John tossed her down the stairs of the two story house. Her body crumpled to the ground, blood starting to pour down her face, and ordered, “Get the bitch out of here!” No remorse showed on his face as he walked away from the staircase and into the bathroom to shower, wanting to get her stench off of him.

A half an hour later, John walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his lean hips, and rolled his eyes when he walked into his room. Todd was sitting on his bed working his way through John’s gin and went to say something, but John’s cell rang, interrupting his thoughts. Picking it up and staring at the number, a slow smirk curved his lips seeing the name Stasia Jones on his caller ID and flipped it open as he greeted, “John Cena here.”

Hearing his voice, Stasia felt her heart skip a beat and smiled as she tried to contain herself. “Hi John, its Stasia. I was just wondering if we’re still on for today.” She wondered, greeting him casually, and smiled down at her dog, which had her ears perked up.

Chuckling softly, John smirked when Todd mouthed over to him in a question, ‘The blonde?’ He nodded back at his friend before turning his attention back to the phone call and answered, “Yeah, at least I hope so, Stasia.” Her name rolled off his tongue in a sweet caress, vulnerability evident in his voice, though he was smirking like a Cheshire cat. He walked over to the small dresser that contained his clothes and pulled out a pair of jean shorts as he continued, “I’ve got to go home and wash up, get out of my work clothes, then I’ll be by to pick you up. See you in twenty minutes?” He asked, the lies smoothly leaving his mouth, and John wasn’t unnerved by them in the least.

Smiling softly, not having a clue about the lies he was feeding her at the moment, Stasia nodded and replied, “I’ll see you then.” She then ended the call with him before jumping up and down, hugging Jasy tightly around the neck, and squealed with excitement. This would be her first date with a guy in over two years and Stasia couldn’t wait to see John again.

John closed his cell after ending the call with the luscious blonde, replacing it on his dresser, and changed into the shorts and blue t-shirt he’d chosen to wear. He ignored the ribbing he was taking from Todd as he put on his sneakers and sat on the bed, smirking when Todd handed him a joint. “She’s a fine piece of ass, John boy.” He commented, taking a hit, and sucked it in, coughing a bit, and John shook his head as he smirked wickedly back at his friend.

“Yeah, she is and I can’t wait to tap it. You goin’ for the bust tonight, right?” John asked, wanting to make sure the plans were still on, and smiled when Todd nodded back at him. “Good, I want that bitch to eat my fuckin’ bullets.” He growled, clenching his fist, and took another huge hit from the joint before standing up, handing it back to Todd. “That’s it for now; I gotta get goin’ so I can pick her up.” John took a quick swallow of the gin, after snatching it from Todd’s grasp, and set it down before walking back into the bathroom.

He quickly brushed his teeth and munched on some tic tacs before walking back out, doing a breath check, and then headed out. He ventured down the stairs of the house, smirking when he seen the hooker lying motionless in his front yard, crying, with her arms wrapped around herself, and muttered cheerfully, “Serves you right, bitch.” John kicked her one last time for good measure before heading to his car, slipping inside, and peeled out of there, heading over to pick up Stasia.

Twenty minutes later, a knock sounded at Stasia’s door, causing the butterflies to instantly erupt throughout her stomach, and stood up from the couch. She tried regaining her composure by taking a few deep breaths and made sure her hair was perfect, smoothing down her clothes, and walked over, answering the door. Stasia flashed him a beautiful smile, staring into his eyes, and greeted softly, “Hello again.”

His blue eyes stared down at her, breathless for a moment by how gorgeous she looked, and whispered back, “Hey.” He handed her a single yellow rose and commented, “You look…great.” John knew that wasn’t the word he was looking for, but at the moment, it was all he could come up with and took in the outfit she was wearing, masking the hunger in his eyes. “Are you ready?”

Nodding back at him and grabbing her purse, Stasia winked back at her dog before closing and locking the door behind her. She took the rose from him, smiling at his sweet gesture, and softly stated, “Thank you, this is so sweet.” Her nose pressed to it, inhaling its scent, and sighed, loving the smell of the rose as she smiled up at him before looking at the beautiful day that lied ahead of them.

John smiled, guiding her toward his car, and opened the passenger door for her like a gentleman, helping her inside before closing it. He got in the driver’s side and started the ignition, buckling up when he saw she was, and headed down the street, heading for a small coffee shop he’d spotted downtown. He kept glancing over at her out of the corner of his eye, eyeing her beautiful legs longingly before forcing himself to pay attention to the road. Stasia stared out the window, still holding the rose in her hand, inhaling the scent every few minutes before pulling it away, and sighed. She couldn’t believe how sweet this man was being toward her and couldn’t help, but allow the butterflies in her stomach to flutter more.

The ride was made in silent until they arrived at a coffee shop and Stasia stepped out of the car before following him inside. She proceeded to order a French vanilla latte, hating regular coffee, and murmured a thank you to John before walking over to a nearby table. They sat down, John pulling her chair out for her, and Stasia smiled up at him as she took it. John nodded at her acceptance of the coffee, flashing his most charming smile at her, and sat down across from her. “No, thank you” He replied, reaching out to gently touch her hand, and pulled away slowly after a second. “It’s not every day I meet a beautiful, intelligent woman.”

Feeling her cheeks growing hot again, Stasia lowered her gaze to her latte, suddenly becoming more interested init than staring into his hypnotic blue eyes. She felt her heart pounding furiously in her chest and silently prayed he couldn’t hear it as she insisted softly, “I’m sure you’ve met woman more beautiful than I am.” Her voice was kept down, not wanting anyone else overhearing their conversation, and took a sip of her latte, licking her lips to get the foam off quickly.

“My momma always told me it wasn’t polite to argue with a lady so I’ll let you have your say.” John said teasingly, sipping down his own coffee and barely noticed how flavorless it was because he was so focused on her. He almost groaned out loud when he watched her pink tongue slip from her mouth to lick her lips and had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

“So, what’s your story?” She asked curiously, trying to make conversation, and also tried to keep her cheeks from growing redder than they already were. She was really interested in knowing about this man that she’d agreed to have coffee with and looked at him intently, taking another sip of her own.

John shrugged slightly, looking a little embarrassed and answered, “Nothing really. Just a guy who works five days a week. I’m boring really.” He admitted, shying away from the conversation, and decided to change it. “What about you?” His blue eyes lit up, a smile crossing his red lips. “You’re more interesting than me I’m sure. What’s your story?”

Giggling softly at him and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Stasia sighed and cleared her throat as she replied, “Well, I’m a writer and I live by myself with my dog, my companion. I’m actually boring to be honest with you.” She admitted, laughing heartedly, her green eyes sparkling back at him, and took another sip of her latte.

Shaking his head and looking at her, John had interest written all over his features clearly and echoed, “You’re a writer?” He wanted to make sure he heard her right, clarifying it for himself, and smiled when she nodded in response. “That’s not boring, Stasia. What do you write?”

Shrugging her shoulders, not thinking it was a big deal, Stasia smiled as she ran a hand through her hair and replied, “Well, fiction. You know, fantasy, unrealistic stuff.” She shrugged again absentmindedly, tracing her finger along the edge of her cup, and asked, “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a mechanic.” John lied, not missing a beat. It wasn’t a lie completely because he was a mechanic…of sorts, if running a chop shop counted. “Fantasy huh? That sounds great; do you use your real name or a pen name?” He asked, turning the conversation back to her, loving how he kept turning the tables.

Smirking back at him coyly, Stasia finished off her latte and pushed it away on the table as she replied, “I use my first name, but not my last. I’ve already sold quite a few books and have been on the New York Times best seller list, so I’m doing pretty well for myself I think.” She didn’t mean to brag, but she was proud of her accomplishments and wasn’t afraid to share them with anyone, including John.

John grinned at her, pushing aside his mug, and reached for his wallet. He placed some money down on it before sliding his wallet back in his packet and stood up. His hand extended to her, his blue eyes piercing her to the soul, and stated, “There’s a bookstore right next door, Stasia. How about you come show me your books?” He suggested, his hand still extended to her, and his eyes were filled with hope. “I’d really like to see them.”

“A-Are you sure?” She asked hesitantly, truly shocked by his request, and slipped her hand into his, allowing him to pull her up gently from the chair she was occupying.

He nodded and stated reassuringly, “Of course I am.” John proceeded to lead her out of the coffee shop and into the bookstore, after crossing the street, and walked inside. A little bell dinged above, signaling they’d walked inside, and looked around curiously, having never actually stepped foot in here before. “Impress me, Stasia.” He teased gently, nudging her lightly. “Not that I’m not impressed already.” He added, winking at her, and tilted his head to the side to watch her ass she walked toward the Fiction section, grinning before following her.

Biting her bottom lip, Stasia finally pulled out the book with her name on it, and handed it to him. It was entitled ‘Let It Rain’, one of her best stories she’d written and her newest one to date. She went off to explore more, finding one of her older books, and quickly hid it from his vision before walking back over to him and asked, “What do you think?”

John was flipping through the pages, his eyes skimming them, guessing it was a good book, but it wasn’t words he was interested in reading. He closed it gently, tucking it under his arm, and replied, “It looks great. I’m going to buy it so I can read it later at home.” He informed her and walked over to the register to pay for it before turning to face her again. “Would you sign it for me?” His sweet voice huskily asked while his eyes mixed with hers.

John’s voice flowed over her body like a hot caress, causing her to begin trembling on the inside, and smiled at him graciously. She took a pen out of her purse, scribbled her signature on the front page that was blank, and handed it back to him. “There ya go.” She winked at him playfully and smiled as he looked back at it in amazement.

His eyes stared down at it, tracing his fingertips over her signature, and whispered, “Thank you.” He then led her out of the book store before someone he knew possibly spotted them and seen hi in there. He didn’t want to have to beat someone’s ass for running their mouth, especially with the great time he was having with Stasia. “What do you want to do? Or would you like me to take you home?” John asked, his voice clearly hinting he didn’t want her to go home just yet.

Smiling back at him, Stasia ran a hand through her hair and bit her bottom lip, not ready to go home yet either. “If you want, we could go back to my place and watch a movie or something?” She suggested, her eyes full of hope, and could only pray that he’d oblige her.

John smiled back at him, taking her hand in his as their fingers entwined, and nodded as he replied, “That sounds nice.” He whispered, leading her to his park El Camino and opened the door for her as she slid in, reluctantly releasing her hand. “Are you hungry? I could stop and pick us up something if you want?” He asked, sliding inside the driver’s seat, and stared over at him intently with a raised brow.

“Only if you want.” She whispered back, the touch of his hand on hers almost causing her senses to reel, and smiled softly. They began driving down the road and headed toward a new destination, hoping it was her condo.

Chapter 3

It didn’t take long for John to get them back to Stasia’s house. He parked in front of the building once more, shutting off his El Camino and got out. He walked over to her side and opened the door, extended his hand, and softly said, “Stasia…”

Smiling back at him, Stasia didn’t hesitate to slip her hand into his, feeling volts of electricity run up her arm, and stepped out of his car. Their fingers entwined together once more as she guided them up to the front door of her condo and unlocked it with her free hand. Jasy was whining from inside, causing Stasia to sigh, and knew she had to be let out to go to the bathroom. She quickly rushed inside, causing the dog to pant at her, and called over her shoulder, “Make yourself at home, John!”

John stepped inside, staring around her place, his blue eyes taking everything in, and ran a hand through his hair. He closed the front door behind him, seeing all the pictures hanging on her wall, and asked curiously while his eyes strayed to the hallway, “You live here alone?”

“Yes.” She called back, letting out Jasy, and closed the sliding door behind her, knowing her dog would be out there for awhile. She walked back inside, smiling at him, and kicked off her heels as she ventured into the kitchen. “Do you want anything to drink?” Stasia asked kindly, opening the fridge, and decided to grab herself bottled water.

He watched her walk into the kitchen, licking his lips hungrily before following suit, and pulled off his sneakers, not bothering to untie them. John quietly followed her into the kitchen, leaning in the archway of the kitchen, and crossed his massive arms over his chest, watching as she went into the fridge. His eyes skimmed her legs, wondering what it would feel like to have them wrapped around his waist, and replied, “Water if you have it. Tap is just as good.”

Nodding, Stasia tossed him bottled water and grinned, running a hand through her hair, and sighed in contentment as she snapped the cap off her own and took a swig of it. “There ya go.” She winked, smiling when he caught it, and walked past him over to the couch, her ass swaying in his direction obliviously and curled up after sitting down. “So, what movie did you wanna watch?” She asked curiously, peering over at him, and watched as his eyes admired her surroundings.

John studied her movies, his back turned to her, making a disgusted face when he seen them. Finally, he turned around to look at her and replied in a lie, “I don’t know, they all look good. Which one would you recommend?” he asked, opening his water and taking a long swallow from it.

Walking over to them and bending down, Stasia was in a Mark Wahlberg mood, since he was one of her favorite actors, and decided on one of his newer movies. It was called Four Brothers and unbeknownst to her, mirrored just a skim of things that John did on a daily basis. She popped it in and sat back on the couch as she said, “This is a really good movie, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

She was right, John did enjoy it. He sat on the couch with her throughout the entire movie, one arm resting along the top of the edge, being the perfect gentleman. He found a lot of the movie amusing, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners and asked, turning to face her, “What’s this called again?” His hand had trailed down, brushing his fingertips against the back of her neck and smiled at her innocently.

Stasia instantly trembled against him, feeling his hand brushing against the back of her neck, and the hairs began standing up as she tried to get her mind on track. “Uhh Four Brothers…” She slowly replied, trying to calm her racing heart and didn’t take her eyes from the screen while ringing her hands on her lap. He was driving her insanely crazy and it was taking everything Stasia had in her body not to jump on him.

John seen her hands and removed his arm, reaching down to lightly place his hands on top of both of hers, and asked softly, “Are you alright, Stasia?” Concern etched in his features and his voice as he stared at her and added, “If you’re uncomfortable I can leave, I don’t’ want to bother you.”

Shaking her head back at him immediately, Stasia took a deep breath as she finally turned to face him, seeing his eyes full of concern that masked his real personality, and smiled genuinely. “No, John. I’m sorry, I just…It’s been a long time since I had the pleasure of a man’s company. Please don’t take it the wrong way.” She pleaded softly, her green eyes full of worry, hoping she hadn’t scared him away.

Not able to stop himself, John reached his hand up and ran his thumb across her lips, needing to know if they were as soft as they looked and felt. His eyes softened as he stared into her eyes, seeing all the worry and concern floating throughout them, and whispered, “I’m not taking anything the wrong way. I just want you to feel comfortable around me.”

Nodding back at him, her heart fluttering in her chest, Stasia bit her bottom lip as she felt his fingers brush across her lips and replied, “I am comfortable around you, John. It’s just the…intimacy factor that makes me nervous.” She hesitantly admitted, deciding to be completely honest with him from the start, and hoped he didn’t take it the wrong way.

“Intimacy factor?” John echoed, withdrawing his hands, his face still that of a concerned and understanding gentleman. “I understand Stasia, if I’m coming across too strong, just let me know.” He smiled sheepishly at her, his blue eyes masking his hunger and true intentions for her. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been around a woman as amazing as you. Actually, I think this might be the first time.” He admitted, lying through his teeth, and loved how she was eating out of his hand, spreading the charm on thick.

Stasia blushed furiously, turning four shades of red in her cheeks, and slowly stood up, needing to put some space between them. “Did you want any popcorn?” She asked over her shoulder and smiled softly when he nodded. She walked over, letting Jasy in, who was clawing at the sliding door, and ventured into the kitchen. Reaching up, Stasia pulled out a box of popcorn from her cabinet and shut it, slipping a package out, and stuck it in the microwave, trying to calm down her racing heart and pulse.

John shifted on the couch, turning his attention back to the movie, though his mind was far from it. He knew he had to change gears and take things even slower, knowing she wasn’t ready for him yet. John almost smirked, managed somehow to keep his face blank as the evil thoughts plowed through his mind. If he had it his way, she’d be begging for him before it was all said and done. Just the mere thought of Stasia on her hands and knees, begging and pleading for him to take her caused John’s pants to tighten and shifted a bit more, shaking the mental images out of his mind as she ventured back inside the living room.

After making the popcorn and walking it into the living room, Stasia sat down on the couch, putting the bowl on the table in front of them, and curled her legs up beneath her again. She smiled when Jasy walked over, leaning her head on her leg, and began petting her while watching more of the movie. Her mind instantly went to the man sitting next to her, not believing how kind and gentle he was being with her, and hoped she didn’t’ scare him away with her confessions. John munched on the popcorn with her, needing to do something with his hands, even if it wasn’t what he really wanted them to be doing at the moment. When the movie was over, he stood up, stretching somewhat, and glanced down at the watch on his wrist.

“Well, I guess I should go and leave you to do your thing.” He said softly, his blue eyes fastening on her, and reached down to pet Jasy’s head.

Sadness entered her eyes as Stasia nodded, standing up from the couch, and stretched, not realizing her skirt had inched up a little when she stretched as well. “Alright, I’m probably going to just sit here and watch another movie before heading to bed, but if you have other things to do, I understand.” Stasia informed her voice soft and low as she looked down at Jasy, and smiled when John kept showing her affection.

John forced himself not to look at that smooth, silky looking inch of her thigh that had been exposed when she stretched, smiling tenderly at her. “No, I’d just be going home to an empty house.” He lied, not even blinking an eye since lying had become second nature to him. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.” He glanced down at Jasy, kneeling down to rub her stomach when she rolled over, and chuckled as he cooed to her, “You’re such a beautiful girl.”

Smiling softly down at him, Stasia sighed heavily as she ran a hand through her hair, really not wanting him to go, but also appreciated him giving her space. “Well, you’re more than welcome to stay here until I go to bed, John. I don’t mind the company, but I’m sure you have more important things to attend to.” She said, not wanting to sound too eager or desperate, but also wanted him to stay.

His blue eyes stared at her, looking thoughtful at her words, but knew if he stayed, he would probably end up seducing her. Finally, he sighed and shook his head reluctantly, needing to take things slow with her, and replied, “I don’t want to push my luck.” His voice was soft as he stood up to his full height and leaned forward, brushing his lips against her cheek, and whispered huskily, “Thanks for making my day, Stasia. Maybe we can do it again.”

“Definitely.” Stasia dreamily replied in a whisper, loving the feel of his lips brushing against her cheek, and slowly reached up to stroke his face with the back of her hand. “Sweet dreams, John.” She murmured softly near his ear, her hot breath brushing against his earlobe, and opened the door, biting her bottom lip so he could step through.

“You too Stasia.” He said, smiling at her once again before brushing past her, his body sliding along hers. Once he was outside and in his car, he released a hissing breath, feeling more aroused then he ever had before in his life. He glanced back at her before waving and pulled away from the curb and cursed out, “Christ!” He pulled into a nearby parking lot of a liquor store, needing a good stiff drink, and glanced down, groaning at his throbbing erection that was pulsating against his jeans. He needed the drink, not the stiffness because he was feeling that enough as it was.

Closing the door behind her, Stasia let out the breath she’d been holding inside her body, and ran a hand through her hair. She walked over to her dog, petting her head, and asked softly, “What did you think of him, girl?” The dog barked back at her and began panting, causing Stasia to grin, and kissed the top of her head. Her cheek was still enflamed from the kiss he’d bestowed upon it as she turned the television off, deciding to head to bed early. She quickly changed into a pair of sleeping shorts with a tank top, her usual sleeping attire, which was sky blue, and slipped into bed, visions of John flowing through her mind as she allowed the darkness to consume her body.

After arriving at home, a bag of liquor in his hand, John walked inside, seeing the party had already started. He smirked at Todd, who’d already picked up his street whore for the evening, and wondered if there would be any tight pussy in his midst that night. Walking into the kitchen, John set the bag on the counter and looked down at the nine millimeter gun in his vision, wondering if they’d done what he instructed. He snapped his fingers in the doorway, causing Todd to shove the whore off of him, and ordered her to stay there before venturing into the kitchen to speak to John. Todd knew what he wanted to hear and was ready to give the good news.

“Did you do it?” John immediately asked, taking out the bottle of Jack Daniels he’d bought, and filled his glass up, taking a nice shot of it. The liquid slid down his esophagus, causing a burning sensation to form, and groaned as he shook his head.

“They’re all taken care of. We even got some of their coke that they tried stealing from us. That hooker you slept with last night was one of their accomplices.” Todd informed him, causing John’s eyes to narrow instantly, and crushed the glass that was in his hands, not caring if he was bleeding or not.

“That BITCH!!” John hissed dangerously, dropping the shards of glass in the sink, and peered over at his friend. “Was she there?” He asked, trying to calm down the adrenaline that was pumping throughout his body, and smirked with Todd informed him that they had raped and beaten her to death. “Good, you did great, man. Now then, where’s a whore I can have my way with tonight?”

Gesturing over into the living room, Todd smirked, knowing John had already locked his eyes on her, and seen the hunger evident in them. “She’s all yours tonight, man.” He stated, patting John on the shoulder, and walked over to join his own whore, pulling her up by her hair, and crushed his lips to hers.

Visions of Stasia instantly ran through his mind as John growled, feeling his dick pulsating once more, and knew he had to have this whore now. He walked over to her, his blue eyes peering down at her hungrily, and ordered, “Stand up.” The whore stared back at him, wearing a tight leather top that showed almost all of her chest and most of her bare midriff along with a short leather skirt that barely covered her ass. She licked her lips at him, taunting him, and stood up from where she sat, wanting a piece of him as badly as he wanted her. “Upstairs now.”

The whore more than obliged, brushing past him, and headed up the stairs to his room. John immediately followed, winking over at his friend, who was forcing his own whore to suck his dick, and knew tonight would be fun. He smirked when he seen her sitting on the bed and immediately walked over, slamming his bedroom door shut behind him, and ripped her up by her hair. The whore squealed out in both pain and pleasure as John twisted her around, bending her over, and growled out threateningly, “If you move, I’ll slit your fuckin’ throat.”

She just stood there, complying with what he said, and John proceeded to bang the shit out of her, visions of Stasia running through his mind, and smacked her ass as he thrusted harder. The whore screamed out in pain as the tears ran down her cheeks, not believing how hard he was taking it, but just stood there and allowed him to have his way with her. After it was over, she pulled her panties and skirt up as he threw her out of his room, landing on the floor hard, and scrambled up, running out of the house. John sat in his bed, puffing on a joint he’d rolled up, and blew the smoke out, staring up at the ceiling, and couldn’t wait to see Stasia again.

Chapter 4

Three months passed and both Stasia and John were getting closer, spending most of their time together, except late at night. John still refused to sleep over, even though Stasia had asked him to on several occasions. She admired him for respecting her space and taking this slow with her, but Stasia already knew she was falling in love with John. In her heart and her mind, Stasia knew John was it for her and they would probably end up married one day with little Stasia’s and John’s running around. The thought alone caused her to giggle as she stared down at her dog, the happiness shining in her eyes, and allowed the wind to blow throughout her hair.

Her mind turned to the past three months, making her sigh contently, and couldn’t believe how amazing they’d been. John had taken her out on a date every other day, whether it was coffee or just go to out to eat, Stasia didn’t deny any of his requests and didn’t want to. She loved spending time with him, getting to know him, and couldn’t believe how loving and caring he was toward her. Stasia started thinking back to their second date and smiled at the memory of their first kiss. His soft red lips pressed against hers felt like heaven and she never wanted it to end as he wrapped her up in his strong embrace.

John had set up a private picnic for two, under the glistening stars, and the full lit moon, which caused Stasia heart to melt instantly. They shared a romantic evening that was filled with enchantment and got to know a lot about one another. Stasia was surprised she’d opened up so quickly to him about her past with her parents, but honestly trusted him with her life. John had revealed to her about his past with his parents and how they had disowned him after he joined the military. Her heart went out to him as they embraced each other, trying to take the pain away, and that’s when their first kiss happened.

After that, John started showering her with gifts left and right, sending her beautiful multicolored flowers, just making her feel like a real woman. Their dates had consisted of even going to a carnival that was happening in the next nearby town and John was even kind enough to invite Jasy to come along. However, Stasia just wanted it to be her and John so she declined his offer and they walked around the carnival for hours on end, just enjoying each other’s company. John had even convinced her to go with him on the fast, high up rides, and held onto her tightly because she was afraid of heights deathly. However, being held in John’s arms and his soothing words of encouragement whispering in her ear caused Stasia’s courage to rise and she proceeded to ride every single thing he did.

Stasia was walking Jasy along the sidewalk of the nearby park, wearing a simple pair of jeans with a long sleeved blue shirt, and couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. Her life was completely wrapped around John and anything she thought about had to do with the blue eyed hunk who’d stolen her heart. Jasy barked, cutting Stasia’s thoughts in half, and immediately yanked her faster, smelling something apparently. “What is it girl?” She asked excitedly, wondering what her dog had caught the stench of, and followed her, stopping right behind three women who were talking amongst themselves.

“Did you see the size of that guy? He can fuck me three ways from Sunday again anytime he wants.” The woman stated, causing her friends to smirk back at her wickedly, and shook their heads as they all started to giggle.

“What was his name anyway?” The redhead asked her friend, who had black hair, and waited for her to answer while sipping on her beverage she’d purchased.

The black haired woman thought about it for a moment, trying to remember it, and finally snapped her fingers as she giggled out, “It was John. John Cena.” She answered, causing all of her friends to gawk at her with their mouths hanging open.

The bottled blonde who had been kept quiet until now, licked her lips hungrily, and smirked at her friends as she admitted openly and not ashamed, “I’ve already had my ass tapped by him and it was so fuckin’ good. Was he a good fuck?” She asked happily, her eyes peering over at her friend, and waited anxiously for her to answer.

Smirking wickedly as her eyes gleamed, the black haired woman nodded as she fanned herself and replied, “Honey that is one seriously hot man. He must’ve pounded me for an hour straight before he finally came.”

“You are so fuckin’ lucky!” The redhead whined, not believing her friends had each gotten a piece of the gang leader, and wished she could have her shot. “All I got was a nice dick sucking session courtesy of his friend, Todd.” She stated, causing both of the girls to gag back at her as they pretended to stick their fingers down their throats.

“What gang is he in anyway?” The bottled blonde asked curiously, temporarily forgetting to use her brain, and couldn’t believe she’d actually forgotten the name of it.

The black haired woman laughed at her friend, not believing how air headed she could be at times, and stated, “Duh, it’s the White Kings. They are the gang outside of town and John is the leader. John Cena that is.”

“Lucky bitch.” The redhead muttered, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and couldn’t believe both of her friends had gotten a piece of him. “I would love for him to tap my ass, but then again, he has a different girl with him every night. Is that where you got the drugs from?” She asked suddenly, her eyes widened with hope, and smiled when the black haired woman nodded.

“Just answer me this, did he fuck you hard from behind?” The bottled blonde asked, smirking when the black haired woman shook her head, and laughed as she began bragging about it. “Girl, if you EVER get a shot at him again, be sure to let him take you from behind because oh my God, I’ve never cum so hard in my LIFE!”

Unbeknownst to the gossiping tramps, Stasia had heard every word of the conversation, and felt her heart crack down the middle. She could barely breathe as she clutched it, not believing what they were saying, and WHO they were talking about! John was the leader of the White Kings?! The gang she’d despised ever since moving here and who caused trouble constantly for the neighborhood?! Stasia suddenly felt sick to her stomach as she quickly ran down the sidewalk, Jasy right by her side, and couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. Her heart and pulse were racing frantically, still not believing what she’d heard about John.

After arriving home, Stasia immediately locked all of her windows, doors, the sliding glass door in her kitchen, everything before heading into the bathroom. She dropped to her knees, emptying the contents of her stomach, the shock suddenly wearing off, and all that was left was pure heartache. John had cheated on her with those three women and from the sound of their conversation, it sounded like he’d had sex with nearly a different woman every night! It was no wonder he didn’t want to spend the night with her, especially when he was getting his piece of ass elsewhere, and that caused Stasia to throw up even more. Thoughts of the past three months flew through her mind while she vomited uncontrollably, still not able to comprehend what she heard, and finally stopped when there was nothing left.

Her back leaned against her porcelain tub, the tears streaming down her cheeks, and could feel her heart shattering in her chest with every word that echoed from those tramps mouths she’d overheard. After sitting there and crying for a good hour, Stasia finally managed to stand up from the bathroom floor and walked into her bedroom. She collapsed on top of her bed, crying her heart and soul out, and clutched the pillow to her chest, not believing she’d actually trusted him. Jasy sensed something was wrong with her master and instantly jumped on the bed, nudging her arm, and whined when she pushed her away. Stasia just wanted to be alone right now as Jasy whined harder before jumping off the bed and laid down on the floor by her bedside, while her master cried herself into a restless, heart broken slumber.

John walked up the sidewalk of Stasia’s condo three days later, an ugly look adorned on his face, and wondered what was going on with her. He’d been calling for the past three days now and she hadn’t returned a single one of his phone calls. Wondering what the Hell was going on, John decided he’d find out for himself face to face, and arrived at her front door. His hand raised up, knocking swiftly on it, and sighed when he received no answer. “Stasia?” He called out, peering into her windows, and frowned when he seen the curtains had been drawn.

Stasia sniffled when she heard his voice and knocking through the door and shook her head, refusing to answer it. She didn’t even want to look at him for fear she’d vomit on him, especially after what she’d found out three days prior to this moment. Jasy’s head perked up upon hearing the knocking, starting to park at the door, and Stasia didn’t move a muscle. She turned the television volume up, trying to drown out his shouting, and ran a hand through her hair. S he couldn’t believe how close she’d actually been to making love to him and whispered to herself, “God I’m so stupid!” Wiping more tears away that flowed down her cheeks in the process.

“Stasia!” John shouted louder, rapping harder on the door, and tried to keep his anger in check. “I know you’re in there, what did I do baby?” He called out, his voice changing to a pleading, yet seductive tone. “Baby, just open the door so we can talk about whatever made you upset.”

His seductive tone caused her to cry even harder, really not wanting to see him right now, and sighed when Jasy began growling at the door. She finally couldn’t take it anymore and stood up from her couch, not even bothering to wipe her tears of anguish away, and walked over to the door. She kept Jasy close to her side as she unlocked the door before ripping it open, facing him for the first time in three days, and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen as she glared at him, stating in a heated voice, “Get off of my property right now, John.”

John just stared at her, taking in her bloodshot, swollen eyes, concern immediately showing on his face, and asked softly, “Stasia, what’s wrong?” He glanced down briefly at Jasy unconcerned, who was growling at him. “What did I do to upset you?”

“Please don’t lie to me anymore, John. I know all about you. I know about the gang, the parties, the girls, everything! I don’t want anything to do with you now leave.” She ordered, her voice hoarse from crying so much over the past three days, and wiped her tears away that had fallen. She didn’t want him to see how much pain he’d caused her, but knew it was inevitable. Jasy was standing in front of her master now, growling and hissing at him, knowing her master was saddened, and went into protective mode immediately.

Staring at her as his eyes widened in shock by what she just said, John wondered how the fuck she knew about all that, and wondered who he was going to have to kill for fucking up his relationship. He’d come to genuinely love Stasia in an obsessive, possessive way, but it was love nonetheless in his eyes. “Who told you these lies?” He asked, his voice a whisper while his eyes were filled with pain.

“They’re not lies, John. It was sheer coincidence. I was walking in the park with Jasy and I overheard several girls gossiping about the almighty powerful fuck machine gang leader of the White Kings known as John Cena.” Her voice and tone had grown stone cold as she glared at him, her entire body trembling with both anger and fear, a deadly combination. She bit her bottom lip as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and ordered once more, “Just leave, I don’t want to see you anymore.”

His eyes suddenly grew cold for a minute, staring at her, and said flatly, “That’s bullshit.” He looked down at Jasy, who continued to growl and snarl at him, and ordered angrily, “Shut up!” He raked a hand through his hair with visible anger evident in his eyes, not believing what Stasia was saying to him. “Powerful gang leader?” John echoed her words, his upper lip curling into a snarl, and stated, “Sounds like a bunch of gossiping bitches filled your head with shit.”

“Just by the sound of your voice and your attitude, I know the truth and the true John. I didn’t even talk to them, I overheard their conversation. Why don’t you go be with one of them because I never want to see you again. Now leave before I call the police.” She threatened, her voice extremely shaky, and pulled Jasy back to her side, knowing John was extremely upset at the moment.

John’s eyes widened angrily, not believing she had just threatened him, and told her honestly, “Stasia, I love you baby. I don’t want to lose you over something that’s in my PAST.” He lied, emphasizing the word past to her, showing her how much he was trying to win her back. In the back of his mind, however, John was already planning to end the three bitches’ lives that had cost him the best thing that ever happened to him.

Laughing incredulously back at him with bitterness, Stasia simply stated, “It’s not your past. It’s you, period. There’s no use in lying to me, John because I know the truth now. You can stop lying and saying those three words to me because they don’t mean a damn anymore. Now go away!” Her tone was final and full of hurt as she stared at him, her eyes filling with tears once more, and petted Jasy’s head with her hand, trying to get her to calm down.

His blue eyes slowly turned to ice, his whole demeanor going from pleading to threatening as he stared down at her hardening before replying, “Fine, I’ll go away.” He said flatly, having a general idea about who these girls were and planned on doing something about their mouths. “Have a very, very nice day, Stasia.” He stated, winking at her, the gesture almost obscene before stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking off her porch and down the sidewalk. His face turned uglier and uglier with rage as he hopped into his El Camino and peeled down the street, leaving tire marks from squealing them so hard, and couldn’t believe what just happened.

That wink sent a shiver of fear down her spine as Stasia slammed the door shut instantly, letting it echo into the day, and walked over to the couch. She curled up on it and hit the cushion below with her hand, causing Jasy to instantly jump up there with her. She hugged her dog around the neck as she cried and sobbed out, “I was so stupid, girl.” Her entire body trembled from head to toe and shook her head, wishing none of this would’ve happened and she’d never met John Cena.

Chapter 5

John broke a lot of traffic laws and speed limits on his ride home from Stasia, still not able to comprehend what just happened. He peeled into the driveway, squealing his tires, and stepped out of his car. He slammed the door so hard, the windows rattled and stalked inside the house into the living room, and seen his friends all hanging around, having a good time. That all ended as he kicked the blaring stereo, putting his foot through the speaker, and growled out animalistically. Todd knew John had snapped and just sat in his chair, not caring about anything, but his own well being, and watched the scene unfold in front of him.

“Hey man, what the fuck?!” One of the newer members, Kevin, protested, standing up, and groaned when he was punched in the mouth, courtesy of John’s fist. One punch was all it took as Kevin splayed out on the floor, blood coming from his mouth, and it didn’t faze John in the slightest.

His intense, ice blue eyes turned to face the rest of his members and growled out, “I want those gossiping whores from the other night found.” He said this slowly, clenching and unclenching his fists tightly at his sides. “The ones we picked up in the park. Then, I want them brought here ALIVE.” John ordered, wanting to make these whores pay for what they caused him to lose today. He nodded to Todd, his most trustworthy member, who proceeded to gather everyone up and they were out the door in no time. Cursing, John threw himself into a chair, kicking an unconscious Kevin, and reached for a nearby open bottle of Jack Daniels along with a roach from the ashtray. Sighing, he pulled out his roach clip and stared at it broodingly, still not able to believe what Stasia said to him.

She actually had the audacity to threaten him with the police and it had cut him down to the core. John loved her and would stop at nothing to make her his, even if it meant using physical action. Her long, honey blonde hair, those beautiful emerald green eyes of hers, and the incredible body the woman had was just a few of the essentials qualities he loved about her. It was the whole package, who he’d been searching for, and thought everything was going smoothly. That was before the whores decided to open their mouths while she was in their presence.

Flicking the lighter on, John burned the end of the roach and put it in his mouth, groaning as the narcotic entered his body. He needed something to numb the pain that was growing inside his heart and mind. John wasn’t going to lose Stasia without a fight and decided he was going to make her pay for hurting him. He didn’t know how yet or what it would involve, but one thing was for sure, John was going to rip out her heart and stomp on it like she’d done with his. Finishing off the roach, John growled when Kevin stirred a little, and stood up, kicking him in the ribs, taking his anger and frustration out on his fellow member.

It was several hours before Todd arrived back, pulling the redhead by her hair, and thrusted her inside of the house. Her name was Cynthia as she cried out in, falling to her knees on the floor, followed by her other friends. The black haired one was named Kimberly while the bottled blonde was referred to as Spice. She refused to give out her real identity and it was for reasons such as these. John heard the front door slam shut and walked out of the kitchen, an empty bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, and glared at the three whores.

The girls all gasped as they were practically thrown to the ground as Kimberly slowly stood up, seeing John again causing her heart and pulse to race, and thought he wanted more of her. She had to admit, she was a good fuck and knew John enjoyed what they had together that last time. However, just the look in his eyes caused her to instantly fear for her life because they were cold, calculating, and dangerous. She instantly backed away when he stalked toward her, her back hitting the wall in no time, and closed her eyes tightly shut before whispering pleadingly, “Please don’t hurt us…”

John knew instantly these were the ones who were gossiping about him the park while in earshot of Stasia and growled animalistically again. He pressed her against the wall, loving the smell of her fear as it leaked into his nostrils, before backing up and looked at all of them. “You whores like runnin’ your mouths?” He demanded, getting in Kimberly’s face as he spoke, and watched as they all stared at him clueless. It didn’t matter if they didn’t realize Stasia had been there to John because he wasn’t in the right frame of mind for this. “I hope you enjoyed it because it’ll be the LAST time.”

“We didn’t do anything!” Kimberly tried to protest and received a backhand to her face for her troubles. Her body instantly crumbled to the ground in a heap, causing her friends to start screaming, and John growled as he shot them all a deadly look.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, WHORES!!” John bellowed, causing both of them to instantly keep quiet, and watched the scene unfold before them, horrified. He turned his attention back to Kimberly, his eyes glazing over dangerously, and gripped her by her hair, entangling his fingers in it, and stated, “I’m going to make sure you NEVER speak again!!” Kimberly started crying, wishing there was someway out of this, and stopped dead in her tracks when John brought her down to the basement. He dragged her by her hair, causing her to cry out in pain, and was shoved into the nearest wall after John released her.

“Please spare me!” She cried out pleadingly, her brown eyes staring at him, and got down on her knees, clasping her hands together. “J-Just tell me what I did wrong and I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Kimberly pleaded more, bending down as she proceeded to kiss his feet, and got kicked in the throat for her troubles.

Not saying another word to her, John dragged her over to the table and lifted her body up on it. She was in too much pain, holding her throat and all, and didn’t realize he’d strapped her wrists and ankles to the platform until it was too late. He then walked over to the steps and roared, “Bring the other whores down here NOW!”

Todd grabbed both of the women by their hair, shoving them toward the basement door, and proceeded to shove them down the stairs, closing the door behind him. He knew what John was going to do and couldn’t bare to watch, especially to the redhead. “Let’s watch a movie or somethin’ until he finished.” He suggested and plopped down in a nearby chair, his half bottle of vodka sitting before him, and looked at the line before his eyes. It was the perfect white line of white powder, causing him to groan, and quickly grabbed his straw as he starting sniffling up his coke.

John proceeded to grab the other girls and put them in cages that were attached to the wall, locking the door, and grinned evilly at them before going to work on their friend. His fist landed hard in her abdomen, causing Kimberly to cry out in pain as the tears leaked from her eyes and slid down her cheeks. “If you make a fuckin’ sound, I’ll kill you slowly and painfully like I’m about to do your friend here.” He threatened, showing the other two he was deathly serious, and proceeded to go back to his handiwork. He picked up the pair of scissors from the table, causing Kimberly to tremble with fear of him, and looked at her as he ran his fingertip down the sharp end of it. “Open wide or I’ll hurt you worse.”

Kimberly knew not to defy John, seeing the deadly intentions in his eyes, and proceeded to open her mouth for him. He smirked and walked over, ripping her tongue out harshly, and proceeded to cut if off. Her blood curdling screams echoed off the walls, causing both of her friends to instantly start crying, scared for their lives. When John was finished, he was holding a damp, cut out tongue in his hand, and crushed it before throwing it in a jar nearby. He watched, somewhat memorized, as the blood quickly began pooling her mouth and spilled over the sides, unfazed by it. John watched cruelly as Kimberly choked on her own blood, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, and smirked when her body finally gave out, going limp on the platform she was strapped to.

Walking over, John unstrapped her from the platform, throwing her body harshly on the floor, and stepped on her neck, breaking it instantly. The loud snap echoed off the walls as his unforgiving blue eyes turned to her friends, a sick smirk forming on his lips, and decided to do the redhead next. She screamed out, fighting him to the core, and John sighed as he backhanded her hard. He then tied her to the platform and proceeded to do the same procedure he’d done with Kimberly, though it was a different body part. Her tonsils went along with her all of her teeth as John yanked them out one by one, causing the redhead to scream out in pain each time.

Once the redhead choked on her own blood and her life slipped away, John threw her on top of Kimberly’s carcass, and finally turned to the bottled blonde. She was petrified as her eyes were widened, wondering what he was going to do to her, and screamed when he ripped the cage open. He grabbed her by her hair, pulling her out of it, and made her land on the floor, touching her friend’s dead bodies. After all the physical exertion John had put into killing them, he decided he was going to have fun with the bottled blonde before killing her. He gripped her by her arm, thrusting her toward the stairs, and sliced her arm with a knife he’d grabbed when she refused to go up there.

Spice didn’t have any choice as she quickly scurried up them, bursting through the door, and cried out in pain when John gripped her by the back of her hair. Everyone that was in the living room watched as it put the knife to her throat, right over her vein, and stated in a deadly tone of voice, “We’re going upstairs. If ANYONE interrupts me, they’ll be shot in the head.” John then pushed her toward the stairs, causing her to cry harder as she scurried up them with him stalking her the entire time.

Todd nodded along with the rest, too engrossed in the movie to care, and smirked when the door opened, followed by local whores. He instantly pulled one down on his lap, causing her to feel his erection, and began kissing up her shoulder to her neck. The whore sighed in contentment and picked up his bottle of vodka, pouring a mouthful in his mouth before her own, and roughly kissed him. Todd groaned in her mouth as he lifted her up from the chair and turned to his buddies before stating, “You’re on your own for now, boys. I’m gonna go fuck these bitch’s brains out.” He then walked up the stairs with her in his arms, causing her to giggle back at him, and kicked his bedroom door closed behind him.

Meanwhile, John was slowly stalking the blonde as she entered his private bedroom, and swallowed nervously at the gang leader. “Please…I’m not like them.” She whispered out pleadingly, but John was too far gone from reality to hear her.

“Strip.” He ordered, slamming his bedroom door behind him, and locked it, causing her to tremble with pure fear, and knew nobody would come to her rescue. She shakily undressed, kicking her clothes to the side, and John licked his lips hungrily at her voluptuous body. “Bend over and take it like the bitch you are, cunt.” John ordered, causing her to cry out harder, but did what he said, not wanting to end up like her friends. He was still holding the knife as she nodded and turned around, bending over his bed, and waited to see what would come next.

Gripping her hips harshly in his huge hands, John had already undone his jeans as they pooled at his feet and slid inside of her out of nowhere, causing her to scream out in pain. He didn’t care, wanting her to feel the same amount of pain he was feeling that Stasia had caused him because of these whores’ mouths. His hips snapped forward, driving harder and faster inside of her, feeling his balls slapping dangerously against her pussy lips, and loved the sound. He gripped her by her hair, causing her to cry out in pain, and growled in her ear, “If you don’t get into this, I’ll slit your fuckin’ throat, bitch.” He threatened, causing her to whimper and started forcing moans to escape her mouth. “Yeah, oh fuck yeah, right there…Say my name, whore!”

“J-John…Oh John!” She managed to cry out as he pounded her from behind, her pussy tingling from the sensations he was forcing her to feel. Her nails dug into his bed as she began cumming, not able to stop herself even if her life depended on it, and didn’t realize it had. John growled, feeling her wrapping around him, and continued thrusting, riding out her orgasms as they ripped throughout her body. His eyes closed, imagining his Stasia in this position, and licked his lips hungrily. He ripped her hair up, sliding the edge of the knife down her midsection, not breaking skin, and this just caused the whore to cum harder than ever before.

With a few more, deep thrusts, John finally released his seed inside of her as he brought the knife up, and whispered in her ear, “In your next lifetime, make sure you don’t run your mouth, whore!” He then slit her throat with the knife as he released harder inside of her, the intensity to much for him to take. The blood poured from her throat as she held it with her hands, gasping for air, but none came. Sliding out of her, John pushed her to the floor and kicked her dead corpse for good measure, staring down at the bed sheets, and sighed when he realized they were covered in her blood. “Great.” He muttered, rolling his eyes, and peeled them off, knowing he’d need to buy a new set the following day.

Several hours later found John supervising his boys as they dug there graves on the outskirts of town, a few miles from their house. It was deep in the woods, where nobody would ever find them, and sighed as he rubbed his face with his hand tiredly. He looked around, grateful they lived near the woods on the outskirts of town, and knew nobody would miss these whores. “Now…as for Stasia…” He murmured under his breath, his eyes narrowing, and looked up at the full lit moon that shined down on them, trying to think of someway to hurt her for the pain she caused him to feel earlier on that day.

Chapter 6

After a week passed, Stasia finally decided to come back to the land of the living. She’d been crying for the past week and finally decided it was time to move on with her life and forget John. Her arms stretched in the air as she looked down at her dog, her baby, the only companion she’d had throughout most of her life and cracked a small smile. Stasia loved her dog so much and that’d been through a lot together, including this break up between her and John, among other things. Standing up and stepping over Jasy, Stasia walked over and opened the curtains to her room, allowing the sunlight to stream throughout, and sighed in contentment, happy to see it again.

After opening all the curtains in her house and lighting it up with life again, Stasia decided to go for a jog. However, her mind rewinded back to the last time she’d seen John and that obscene wink he gave her before going to his car. ‘Maybe a jog isn’t such a good idea right now.’ She thought, looking outside, and sighed, seeing it was such a beautiful day though. “I’m not risking it.” Stasia decided as she sighed heavily, not believing how much John had frightened her, and shook her head as she decided workout tapes would do for now. She walked into her room, changed into her workout clothes, which was a pair of blue cotton shorts and a white sports bra, and popped a tape in before doing her workout for the day.

A beat up van drove down the street while she stretched and Stasia didn’t even notice it or those familiar blue eyes staring at her hardening. John didn’t miss the fact that her curtains were open as he and Todd drove by in the van, wanting to look inconspicuous. He had called her since the day she’d kicked him out of her life, only to be hung up on the minute she recognized his voice, and it only made John’s rage build more. “Hey Todd, you know that dog of hers?” He suddenly asked, beginning slowly, and grinned when his friend nodded.

“What about it?” Todd asked, seeing the evil intentions building in John’s eyes, and had a feeling whatever he was about to hear wasn’t good. He smirked at John knowingly as he kept driving, needing to stop by a friend’s house for a pound of weed, and waited for John to respond.

John chuckled, reaching under the seat to grab a half empty pint of vodka, and took a long swig of it, swallowing half of what was left before passing the bottle over to Todd. “I’m thinking Jasy would look awesome as a stuffed animal.” He said thoughtfully, grinned broadly when Todd started laughing, and pulled out his cell phone to make a quick call.

After her workout was over with, the day was basically done as she shut her curtains in the living room again, making sure everything was sealed. She then proceeded to walk into the kitchen to make herself something to eat and fed her dog, not believing how long she’d worked out. It must’ve been at least eight hours, which would explain why Stasia felt like she was about to fall over at any second. She needed to eat something though, having hardly eaten anything since her break up with John, and sighed heavily. When dinner was over with, Stasia sighed, seeing Jasy had to go out to use the bathroom, and figured she could use some fresh air as well.

She quickly slipped on her jacket, socks and shoes, knowing it was chilly outside, and opened the door seeing the sun was just setting on the horizon. Stasia sighed as she sat on the steps, watching as her dog started sniffing around, and smiled when her neighbor came walking over. “Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?” Her neighbor, Stacy, greeted warmly, knowing Stasia had been in hiding for the past week, and was starting to worry about her.

“I’m fine, honey. I’ve just…I had a bad breakup with my ex-boyfriend so its been rough on me for the past few days.” Stasia admitted, scooting over on the porch so her friend could sit down, and proceeded to make small chat.

John watched with cold, calculating eyes as Stasia talked to her neighbor, licking his lips hungrily as her bare legs came into his vision, and knew he’d have her again. His eyes adverted to the dog and grinned when Jasy suddenly darted under a bush, chasing another animal he’d guessed, and headed into Stacy’s yard. Stasia was too distracted to notice and John knew this was perfect opportunity as the van pulled up alongside the curb. Sliding the needle out of his pocket, John flicked it before grabbing the dog, clamping his huge hand around the mouth, and injected the lethal substance into the dog’s blood stream. He watched amusedly as the dog suddenly went limp on the ground, causing John to grin wickedly, and lifted the dog in his arms as he carted her off to the waiting van.

Shaking his head, John hated her for making him do this as Todd drove off down the road toward their house. Did Stasia think he LIKED hurting her? Well, maybe he did just a little, but it was all in good nature to him, especially since he’d always gotten his way throughout his life. Shrugging absentmindedly, John took out a joint he’d rolled up and lit it, taking a nice drag before handing it to Todd, knowing they had a long night ahead of them. Making Jasy into a stuffed animal was going to be fun and John couldn’t wait to witness Stasia’s reaction.

About a half an hour later, John and Todd arrived at the house, quickly carting Jasy’s body inside, and shut the door behind them. They looked at their members who were staring dumbfounded and John narrowed his eyes as he growled out, “Mind your own damn business!” Todd didn’t say anything as he helped John with the dog, not about to defy the leader’s wishes, no matter how sick and twisted he was in the head. They threw the dog’s body downstairs to the basement and wiped their hands clean before heading down to join her.

They strapped the dog’s body to the platform upside down, making sure her paws and legs were spread out, and John grinned sadistically down at her. He took the huge knife and made a slit from the dog’s jaw to where her tail began. Blood instantly poured out as John and Todd started ripping all the organs out, finally getting to the full inside. John seen the heart that wasn’t beating anymore, thanks to the poison he’d injected her with, and quickly pulled it out, holding it in his hand, and crushed it as the blood ran down his arm. Todd didn’t look, too focused on the task at hand, and put all the organs in a nearby box, having other plans in mind for them later for Stasia.

After they were done gutting the dog completely, John cleaned his hands in the nearby sink, scrubbing the blood off of his hands, and looked over at the pile of pictures nearby. He walked over, looking down at the first one, and felt his own heart clench in his chest, shaking his head and sighed. He picked them all up and proceeded to stuff the dog’s insides with the pictures, including cotton, and sewed her back up. He left the top picture out, stapling to the top of Jasy’s head, and smirked at his handiwork. The pictures consisted of him and Stasia from their dates, including the time they went to the carnival and he forced her to come on all the rides with him.

“Hurry the hell up!” John hissed harshly, watching as Todd quickly finished wrapping up his little present to Stasia while they drove back to Stasia’s house later on. They hadn’t wrapped the dog in a box or anything, but instead put a bow on the top of the head as well as a ribbon around her midsection for added effect.

John peeked his head out of the van to make sure nobody was out, which they weren’t, not at two in the morning, before he parked the van on the curb. They both got out, carrying something together, which was Jasy’s body, and placed her on Stasia’s front steps, grinning at his handiwork. He placed the body so it was facing the doorstep and smirked as he whispered before ringing the doorbell, “Jasy’s home, baby.” Stifling laughter, he and Todd took off back to the van and hopped in, practically diving into it, not bothering closing the door as it pulled away, tires screeching into the night.

~*~*~*~*~*~

After talking to Stacy for about an hour, Stasia decided it was time to head in and bid her farewell. The moon was shining brightly down on her as the stars glistened, causing the tears to do the same thing that had welled up in her eyes, and sighed heavily. Stasia stepped off the porch and whistled between her two fingers for her dog to come back and sighed when she realized Jasy had run off again. The dog couldn’t keep in one place to save her life and Stasia shook her head, thanking the stars above that she’d gotten Jasy fixed when she was a puppy. Deciding she’d return in a little while, Stasia headed inside to clean up the mess in the kitchen and snuggled up on her couch for a nice movie.

Hours passed as Stasia began to worry, wondering where Jasy was, and felt the tears burning her eyes when she suddenly felt a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. She reluctantly walked over to the window and stared out of it, rubbing the goose bumps away from her arms, and bit her bottom lip. Stasia was getting worried about Jasy’s whereabouts, but also didn’t want to cause anyone any problems and knew her dog would return. She decided it was time for bed as she turned her television off and headed into her bedroom, keeping her door open, and changed into a midnight blue thigh high nightgown. Slipping under the covers, Stasia laid there as she thought about her dog, hoping nothing had happened to her.

Sometime later that night, around two in the morning, Stasia’s doorbell rang throughout the house, causing her to groan as her eyes reluctantly opened. She looked over at the clock, growling when she realized it was two thirty in the morning, and wondered who the Hell was at her door at this time of night. Slipping out of bed and yawning loudly, Stasia turned the nights on of her living room and hallway, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and stopped to wake up a little more. Once she was, Stasia finished making her way over to the door and opened it, her eyes widening at the sight before her, and let out a blood curdling scream that echoed into the night.

Her baby, her beautiful dog, her precious and loyal companion was sitting before her, looking stiff as a statue, with frightened eyes. There was blood caked on her fur from the gutting and surgery John and Todd had performed on her, refusing to wash it off, and Stasia was stunned. Huge tears spilled down her cheeks as she dropped to her knees, covering her face with her hand when she seen the picture of her and John staring her in the face that was stapled to Jasy’s head. She couldn’t believe how far he’d gone, not believing what he did, and couldn’t take it anymore. Stasia ran into the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet before emptying the contents of her stomach, not believing this was happening, and cried her heart out.

After calling the police and having them take away the evidence, Stasia was up for the remainder of the night, crying her heart and soul out, mourning her dog’s death. She kept staring out the window, fear completely overtaking her body, and knew John was watching her. He’d killed her baby and knew this was serious now, which is why she’d pressed charges against him, and hoped the police found him soon. Stasia walked away from the window, closing the curtain, and seen a picture of her and Jasy on the nearby wall, running her fingertips down the glass, and started crying harder. She dropped to her knees, completely overwhelmed with pain and guilt, and ended up running to the bathroom to empty her stomach once more.

That following day, Stasia was up, not having slept a wink the previous night, especially after finding her dog on her front doorstep, and couldn’t stop crying. She was online on her laptop, just surfing the net, trying to get her mind off of her dog, and decided to check her email. She opened it, seeing she had a new message, and sighed, seeing a friend of hers had sent her a slideshow of something. Clicking the play button, Stasia waited for it to load and stood up, deciding she needed some hot tea to calm herself down. When she came back, the glass immediately slipped out of her hands as she screamed out in horror by what was playing on her screen, and couldn’t believe her very eyes.

It was a slideshow, but not the one she’d imagined she’d been witnessing and could feel her stomach rumbling again as the tea splattered everywhere along with the glass. She cried harder and screamed, watching with pain as the pictures of John and some other guy gutted her. Showing her organs in a box, and even took a picture of John grinning smugly in the camera while holding Jasy’s head next to him. This was too much for Stasia to take as she closed her laptop shut and quickly ran into the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach once more for the fifth time, and quickly called the police afterwards, wanting to send them this evidence. Why was John deliberately trying to hurt her so much when all she did was love him in return?

As if the slideshow wasn’t enough, it only got worse that night when Stasia was in her bedroom, curled up in a tight ball on her bed, and crying her heart out. She’d sent the email to the police as evidence against John and once again pressed charges against him. She was still shocked by what he’d sent her and couldn’t believe how much he’d broken her heart. Stasia jumped when she felt something hit her entire house, the windows more importantly, and quickly stood up, fear raking her body by now. Her bottom lip trembled along with her entire body as she walked out of her bedroom, wondering what was going on Stasia waited for a good twenty minutes before she heard squealing tires disappear down the street, knowing whoever it was left before venturing outside.

Her screams flowed throughout the night as she dropped to her knees on the grass, not caring what time it was, and read the cryptic message that was splayed across the front of her condo. In huge letters that were slowly running in droplets down the ending of each letter, the words ‘MINE FOREVER’ was printed and her windows were coated in the same substance. That’s not all she found though as she looked over by the bush underneath the cryptic message and screamed harder by what it was. It was a glass dog that had organs inside of it and there was a note attached to the front of it.

Here’s a dog that will obey and not bitch so much. Play fetch?

Stasia couldn’t take it anymore as she ran back inside her house and locked all of her windows, doors, everything she could. She cowered in the nearby corning and cried her heart out, knowing those were Jasy’s organs and her blood that coated her condo as she whispered, “Why? Why John?”

Chapter 7

John was more than tempted to go see Stasia but knew she probably needed a few days to recuperate from his surprises he’d sent her. Jasy had been everything to her and more, her family, and John felt bad about doing what he did, but he had to teach her a lesson. He decided to make it up to her by sending her another surprise and walked inside the flower shop, wearing a hat to hide his disguise. A few days had passed since the incident and John picked out a bouquet of beautiful yellow roses, like the one he’d given her on their first date. He smiled at the memory and paid for the flowers to the cashier, giving her the address to send them, and didn’t give his name. All the card said that was stuck in the middle of them on a plaster holder was a message.

Sorry for your loss.

After the police took pictures of her house and took the glass dog away with the cryptic message in it, Stasia stayed confined in her house. She didn’t even go out to get the mail, not trusting her surroundings at the moment, and started looking for a new place to live. Stasia needed to get out of this town as soon as possible and away from John, especially after all the horrid things he’d sent to her. She thought he was truly sick and needed to be locked in an insane asylum, especially after gutting her dog and planting pictures of them together inside of her body. Just the thought caused a shiver of fear to course throughout her body as she curled up on the couch, trying hard not to cry again.

Stasia sighed heavily when she heard a knock sound at her door a few hours later and wondered who it was. She walked over to it, extremely cautious, and unlocked her door as she opened it. There was a delivery man before her, holding out a bouquet of flowers, and Stasia thought it was sweet as she took them. She paid the man for his services and shut the door behind her, sniffing them, and wondered who they were from. Her entire body began trembling violently as she read what the card said and felt her heart contract painfully in her chest.

A horrific scream sounded from her lips as she threw the glass vase of yellow roses at the wall, causing it to smash into a million pieces. The roses went flying, landing on the ground, and Stasia suddenly realized why they were yellow and who they were from. John had given her a yellow rose on their first date, which made her stomach rumble, but she didn’t throw up. Instead, she dropped to her knees on the floor, wrapping her arms around her midsection, and cried out while she rocked back and forth. “Why?! Why are you doing this to me?!” She shouted out to the silence and Stasia knew she couldn’t call the police because they’d been absolutely no help thus far. Even though she couldn’t stand up to John, there was no way she was going to give herself back to him, not unless it was over her dead body. “I hate him. I hate him so much for doing this to me.” She hissed painfully, the yellow roses slowly drying up on the floor, and she could care less.

Pacing his bedroom back and forth tensely, John raked a hand through his hair, not believing another week had passed since he’d sent her the flowers. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like how Stasia was making things so hard on him, not understanding why she was making him hurt her. “Fucking bitch!” He finally shouted, tossing a throwing knife at her picture he had taped to the floor. John frowned when it went right through her face, immediately feeling remorse coursing throughout his body. Sighing, John walked over to jerk the knife out of the wall, staring at her picture, and wished she would come to terms with this. “You’ll see baby,” He whispered. “We’re for life.”

Stasia was sitting outside on her porch one day, enjoying the peacefulness that surrounded her, though her heart was hurting painfully. Jasy was gone and she’d accepted that, not believing how cruel John could be, and managed to move on. She’d decided to get a meaner dog, a Rottweiler and was waiting for the mother to breed them so she could go pick it up. A friend of hers was having them and she couldn’t wait to have another companion in her life that would make her feel safe and protected. She slowly stood up from the porch, sniffling a little, and headed back inside her condo, not noticing those icy blue eyes watching her ever move, and shut the door behind her.

John smiled when he seen the look on Stasia’s face, seeing she wasn’t crying and that meant a lot to him. He hated to see her cry. He sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and quickly crossed the street. His eyes scanned the surroundings, glancing around before walking up to her door, and knew that she had automatically locked it. He sighed heavily, wondering if she thought he was really that stupid, and bent down on her porch. Lifting a loose board from her porch, John quickly located the spare key she always kept there for emergencies, and lifted it up before allowing himself inside.

Deciding she needed a shower, Stasia walked into her bathroom and closed the door behind her. The past couple of weeks really did a number on her and all she wanted was to wash away all the stress that’d flowed throughout her body, especially after what John did to her. She pressed her hands on the wall in front of her, allowing the water to cascade down her body, and sighed heavily, closing her eyes. After washing her hair with shampoo and conditioner, Stasia finally turned the shower off and stepped out, wrapping a huge pink towel around her body, and tucked it in between her breasts. She then brushed her teeth and hair before finally walking out, heading into her bedroom to dress.

Those blue eyes watched her from behind the door as he leaned against the wall while she rummaged around in her dresser for something to wear. His eyes took in the view the skimpy towel afforded him and licked his lips hungrily. Quietly, he crept up behind her, his arms snaking around her waist, and pulled her back against him, one hand clamping over her mouth. “Miss me baby?” He whispered in her ear. “I’ve missed you so much, Stasia…”

Stasia instantly tensed in his arms, feeling his hand cover her mouth and froze, knowing if she made a move to get away from him, he would hurt her. The man wasn’t right in his head, that much she’d figured out, and began to whimper against his mouth. The tears were already sliding down the corners of her eyes and down her cheeks, wishing he would just leave her alone. Her mind swirled with a million questions, a million thoughts, wondering how in the world he’d managed to get into her house. She began to cry against his mouth when his tongue started trailing up the side of her neck and hoped she woke up from this nightmare soon.

John reluctantly pulled away, turning her to face him, and stared down into her beautiful eyes that were full of fear. “I’m going to uncover your mouth, angel.” He whispered, bending down to kiss away her tears. “Don’t scream. I really don’t want to have to hurt you.” He stated, his tone changing to a threatening one, and was dead serious. He wouldn’t hesitate to put her in her place if necessary, even if it meant physicality was involved. “I just want to talk to you…” He added, slowly removing his hand from her mouth.

Even if Stasia wanted to scream for help, she couldn’t because her vocal cords picked the opportune time not to work. She just stared at him, frozen solid to the ground, and couldn’t help, but tremble with pure fear. Stasia tried in vain to move her feet as her eyes remained widened and tightened the towel around her body a bit more. Swallowing extremely hard, she wished this man would just leave her alone and let her move on with the rest of her life. After everything he’d done to her and put her through, Stasia couldn’t believe he’d actually threatened her, but then again, she could because he was psychotic.

He frowned when he seen the look on her face, raising a hand to gently caress it with the back of his hand, and whispered, a hurtful look on his face, “Don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you, Stasia. I love you, baby, don’t you know that?” John asked, pulling her into his arms, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

Shaking from head to toe against him, Stasia felt the strength he was using against her and wanted to get as far away from him as possible. She couldn’t move though and knew if she did, he would hurt her, which was the last thing she wanted to happen. Finally managed to find her voice, Stasia mustered up all the strength in her body and pushed him away from her, tightening the towel around her body even more. “N-No, you don’t…P-Please leave…” She couldn’t even speak without stuttering and trembling as she cringed away from him, not wanting him near her.

The hurt in John’s eyes was genuine and he reacted the only way he knew how. He slapped her across the face with his hand, sending her sprawling to the floor, and that caused a cry of pain to sound from her lips. The next instantly, John was kneeling down beside her, pulling her into his arms, regret coursing through him for doing that. “I’m sorry, Stasia!” He said, holding her tightly, rocking back and forth. “I didn’t mean it. You shouldn’t say I don’t love you. You know I do. Why do you want me to hurt you?” He demanded in an anguished tone, not understanding what her motives were.

Her face felt like it was going to explode as she pushed away from him, scooting back on the floor, and stared up at him with fear filled eyes. “Don’t touch me!!” She screamed, keeping the towel around her body even though it was opening on the bottom, but didn’t care at the moment. Her cheek was throbbing as she hissed at the pain, the tears already sliding down her cheeks, and slowly scrambled to her feet as she began backing away from him.

John growled, getting up and walked over to her, picking her up in his arms, and shaking her so hard her teeth began to rattle while her feet dangled two feet off the ground. “YOU DON’T MEAN THAT!” He shouted, his blue eyes flashing dangerously. “I love you and you love me! Why are you doing this?” He then tossed her onto the bed, watching as she clung to the towel like it was a security blanket, and felt his lips curl into a sneer.

A scream of surprise came from her mouth as she was flung on the bed, immediately scrambling back against the headboard, and watched as his blue eyes flashed murderously at her. Stasia knew what was about to happen as she started crying harder, the fear completely overtaking her body, and clung to her towel even more as she curled up in a tight ball. She was still holding her cheek while her head spun, being shook that hard, and refused to look at him as she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the next blow. “Please stop…” She whispered out pleadingly, feeling him looming over her, and started crying even harder.

Knowing she was scared and not understanding it, John sighed as he raked his hand over his face in frustration. Why couldn’t she believe he loved her and didn’t want to hurt her? “Sssshhhh…” He soothed, running his hand down her side before reaching the bottom of the towel. His fingers were gentle to the touch as they walked a path up her bare thigh underneath the towel and assured, “I’m not going to hurt you, just calm down, Stasia.”

She couldn’t though, no matter how much she wanted to stop shaking and fight back, she couldn’t. Her body was completely frozen and racking with heart wrenching sobs, still refusing to look at him. She felt his fingers making their way underneath her towel, on her thigh, and started crying even harder, not wanting him touching her this way. “Please…” Stasia managed to rasp out against her sobs, her body shaking violently, and knew if she shoved him away, she would get hit again. “Please don’t…” She pleaded, her voice just as shaky as the rest of her body.

John ignored her, intent on making her understand that he loved her, knowing only one way to show it besides his words, which apparently weren’t sinking through. “Stop saying that…” He murmured, ripping away the towel with one quick yank. John pulled away to stare down at her, his eyes widening appreciatively. “You’re gorgeous.” He whispered, grabbing her hands when she went to cover herself. He held them in one hand, bending his head down to kiss her inner thigh.

The alarms instantly began ringing through her mind as she felt him rip her towel away and then pulled her down to him, knowing she couldn’t let this happen. With one harsh kick, Stasia brought her leg back and kicked him in the head, causing him to fall to the floor, and ran out of the room. She stumbled over his body, but scrambled back up, grabbing her robe on the way out, and ran into the bathroom out of sheer instinct. Stasia locked the door and backed away from it, tying her robe tightly around her, and began trembling violently. “Stay away from me, you psycho!!” She screamed, covering her face with her hand, and wished she’d grabbed the phone on her way to the bathroom.

Groaning in pain, John held his head, rolling on the floor as it throbbed from the harsh kick Stasia delivered to him. After a minute, he managed to stumble to his feet, and out into the hallway. He seen the bathroom door was closed and immediately went to open it, growling furiously when he noticed it was locked. “Open the fucking door, Stasia!” He shouted, rage rippling through him that she would do this to him. “I SAID OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” He snatched up the lamp that was on a table in her hallway and hurled it at the door, not flinching as it shattered. “If I have to break down that door, you bitch, you’re going to fucking regret it!”

Stasia was shaking and trembling violently as she shook her head, refusing to do it, and shouted back through it, “Go away!!” She’d managed to find a bottle of Windex underneath her sink and turned the knob on it before holding it behind her back. Waiting for the door to be kicked in, Stasia leaned against the wall as far as she could without falling in the bathtub. She cried harder when she heard something smash against the door and started trembling even harder as the bottle shook behind her back in her hand. “You’re not going to rape me!! Go away, John!! You killed my dog!!”

“Rape?” John echoed, enraged only further that she was accuse him of doing such a thing to her. “No Stasia, rape is when you DON’T wait it you little slut!” He started kicking the door, his foot quickly putting a hole in it, and growled as he started aiming for the door handle. “OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” He ordered sharply, not believing how she had blown everything out of proportion, purposely provoking him to do this. That’s what she was doing, she was purposely teasing him, fucking with his mind.

The tears flowed down her cheeks like two raging streams as she waited for the perfect moment and winced when the door finally crashed open, slamming against the wall. The look in his blue eyes scared her, but Stasia had to be strong as he went to grab her, and took out her weapon of choice. She sprayed the Windex in his face, right in his eyes, blinding him, and kicked him in the balls. He went down like a ton of bricks as she stumbled over him, his huge body blocking the entire doorway, and ran into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her, and locked it. She grabbed the phone and was trembling so hard and her voice was shaking that she couldn’t even talk as she hid in the far corner of her room.

It had gotten dark outside and the sun was gone by now as she dialed 911, hoping they got here before John recuperated. ‘God please answer!!’ Stasia thought frantically, knowing he’d get up eventually and probably kill her.

John groaned, one hand cupping his balls while the other tried to rub away the burning in his eyes. Finally he could see, somewhat, everything still blurry, and slowly stood up to his full height. His eyes were redder than any drug could have made them, red, angry looking swelling around his eyes. “You fucking bitch!” He roared, banging on her bedroom door and heard her on the phone. John cursed, stumbling down the hallway, still holding his jewels and stopped for a split second when he spotted a picture of her on the wall. He put his fist through it, including the wall, before making it outside, hauling ass to the waiting van. “I can’t believe she called the cops on me! That bitch!”

Shaking from head to toe, Stasia curled up in a tight ball as she heard the sirens nearby, jumping when she heard his fist going through her wall, and immediately stood up. A few minutes later, she heard the cops kick in her front door and whipped her bedroom door open, crying and sobbing uncontrollably, her cheek already swelling and bruising from him striking her. She dropped to her knees in front of them, wrapping her arms around herself as the EMT’s rushed in to check on her to make sure nothing was broken or anything. After filing a complaint and a restraining order against him, Stasia allowed them to leave and made sure she actually dead bolted her door this time, knowing last time she hadn’t. She checked every single thing, every window, every door, making sure nothing could get into her house without her consent, and finally curled up on her couch, sobbing her heart out.

Chapter 8

John lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, anger coursing through his body. He looked down at the woman who was nursing his balls back to health, especially after what Stasia did to them, and sighed, hating her because she wasn’t Stasia. John closed his eyes, imagining Stasia’s beautiful blonde head bobbing on him and gripped the woman’s hair, hissing out, “Stasia!” He groaned, holding the woman still as he forced her to swallow, not caring when he heard her choking. Finally, he shoved her away, causing her to land on the floor, and folded his arms under his head, his eyes darkening the more he thought about what happened.

He would have her again!

If he couldn’t have her, nobody else would either!

Suddenly, an idea popped into John’s mind as he smirked, rubbing his hands together, and his blue eyes gleamed wickedly. He quickly stood up from the bed, seeing the woman had retreated out of his room, and honestly didn’t care at the moment. He walked down the stairs, checking out his boys, and smirked while crossing his massive arms in front of his chest. Todd noticed something incredibly different about John’s demeanor as he stared up into his friend’s eyes and wondered what was going through his demented mind this time. John walked down the stairs, clearing his throat, and that caused all of his members to look up at him obediently.

“I have another mission for you guys…” John began, rubbing his hands together, not believing what a genius he was, and knew whatever was about to happen was all Stasia’s fault.

The members perked up, all except Todd, who didn’t like the look in John’s eyes. They were psychotic and wide, but he wasn’t about to defy the leader’s wishes and simply asked, “What is it?”

“There’s this woman I’ve been keeping my eye on for a while and I need you to bring her here. I have a feeling she has something to do with that scandal that happened a few nights ago.” John explained, the lies pouring forth smoothly, and raked a hand through his hair.

“She’s not that cunt who went to the pigs on us, is she?” Todd asked, his jaw tightening along with his fists, hoping it was because that bitch had it coming after what she did.

John nodded, his eyes lighting ablaze, and knew his members were eating out of his hands. Truth was, this wasn’t her at all, but because of Stasia disobedience and hurting him so badly, John wanted to make her suffer. ‘This is all on you Stasia, remember that.’ He thought viciously, no remorse showing in his eyes, and didn’t blink an eye as he proceeded to lie to his group more.

“Where’s this bitch located?” Todd asked through gritted teeth, shoving the whore off of him that was sucking him off, suddenly not in the mood to spew his load inside of her mouth. “Get the fuck off me, cunt! Can’t you see we’re in the middle of a meeting?!” He growled, backhanding her across the face, and the whore went flying across the floor, skidding to a dangerous halt.

After giving them the directions, John smirked as his boys quickly left the house, leaving him with the whore, and licked his lips. “Get up.” He ordered, sitting down in his chair, and popped the top on a beer as he pointed to the floor. “Get down on your knees and suck my dick, bitch.” He commanded, causing her to look up at him with terrified eyes, but knew she couldn’t resist the leader’s request. John groaned upon feeling her hot mouth wrap around his cock, causing him to bulge, and closed his eyes, taking a swig of Jack Daniels. Visions of Stasia flowed throughout his mind as the whore sucked him off, bobbing her head faster on him, and deep throated him almost every time, much to John’s satisfaction.

When she was through, he pushed her on the floor, his eyes narrowing to slits, and grabbed her up by her hair. She cried out in pain, pleading for him to let her go, but John was too far in his anger to notice what he was doing. Slipping his knife out of his back pocket, John whipped her around, causing her back to press against his rock hard chest, and whispered viciously in her ear, “You won’t hurt me again!!” The knife sliced her throat, causing the blood to flow from her throat, and John dropped her, sighing when he noticed the mess he’d just made. Rubbing his hand down his face, John proceeded to drag the whore to the basement and threw her corpse down there, slamming the door behind him, and decided to wait until his members returned to order one of them to bury her body.

Sitting on her couch watching a scary movie, Stacy had a bowl of popcorn on her lap, throwing a single one in her mouth every few seconds. She swallowed and jumped when a scary part came on, wishing she had a man around to comfort her. Stacy looked out her window, seeing it was pouring rain outside, and the lightening was flashing pretty close to the town. She hated thunderstorms with a passion and was deathly afraid of him, especially when the thunder struck harshly. Sighing heavily, Stacy stood up from her couch and walked into the kitchen, not noticing the figure watching her every move in the window, and put the bowl in the sink.

After washing it out and setting it in the drainer, Stacy walked back into the living room, ready to turn on a different movie, when there was a knock on her door. Sighing heavily and wondering who it was at this hour, Stacy walked over and answered it, trusting her neighborhood unlike her friend Stasia. Sure, her ex-boyfriend was a psycho, but that was no reason to not trust the neighborhood she lived in, especially since she’d lived there since she was eighteen. She smiled when a utility guy stood at her door and crossed her arms in front of her chest, wondering what he was doing at her door, and asked, “Can I help you?”

“Sorry to bother you ma’am, but I was sent by the company to check out your power. Several houses have lost it and we just want to make sure our customers are taken care of.” The man stated, wearing a NIPSCO outfit, though something in his eyes made Stacy unnerved.

‘You’re just being paranoid, stop it!’ She chastised herself as she smiled graciously at the man before allowing him inside. “Right this way, you need to check my backyard right?” Stacy asked, showing him to her back door, and jumped when her front door slammed roughly shut. She turned around and felt her eyes widen as the man ripped the outfit off, revealing a totally different look, a dangerous one. “What’s going on?” She demanded shakily, backing away from him, and hit a brick wall, or so she thought.

Todd didn’t say a word, not believing how gullible this bitch was, and walked over, backhanding her across the face. “Did you think we wouldn’t find out, you slut!?” He growled at her, causing her to scream out in pain as she held her cheek, and proceeded to lift her up by her hair, staring into his dangerous, deadly green eyes, wanting he to watch this. “You’re going to pay for callin the pigs on us, slut!” He then hit her again, this time with his fist, and knocked her out as she crumbled to the floor in a heap, blood already pouring from the corner of her mouth. “Pick this trash up and take it out.” He ordered, causing the guy to nod who was standing behind her that she’d bumped into, and lifted her carcass up and over his shoulder.

The rain was pounding hard and fierce, the perfect night to pull off a kidnapping, and smirked as Todd got in the driver’s side of the van. The man who carried her out quickly tied her wrists and ankles together, an evil smirk spreading across his lips, and neither realized this woman lived right next door to Stasia. Todd broke speed limits and laws to get back to the house, knowing nobody would be able to hear her screams, and had plans when it was his turn to get his revenge on her. He smirked at the thought, his eyes gleaming cruelly, and blew a stop sign, not wanting the cops to catch them. The house came into his view a few minutes later, causing Todd to grin, and looked back at the guy, making sure the bitch was tied up nice and tight.

Pulling into the driveway, Todd hopped out and walked over to the door, opening it, and smirked when the bitch was still knocked out. He looked over at the guy and stated, “Bring her inside.” He then walked inside the house, stopping when he spotted the blood on the ground, and stared at the leader with widened eyes. “John, what the fuck happened?”

“The bitch tried to rip us off so I put her out of her fuckin’ misery.” John replied, no remorse in his eyes or voice, and proceeded to take another swig of the Jack Daniels before sniffing up a line of cocaine through his nostrils. “Did you get her?”

“Oh yeah, we got her alright. Bring her in!” Todd called out, causing John to stand up, and smirked when it was indeed little Stacy. The bitch who was friends with Stasia, who had hurt him earlier that day, and vowed to make her suffer for it.

Walking over and running his finger down her cheek, John’s eyes narrowed to slits before he pointed to the stairs, and ordered, “Tie her up in my room in my bed. You all will have your shot after mine.” He assured, causing Todd and the rest to grin wickedly back at him, and proceeded to carry her up to John’s rooms. After John finished off the rest of his Jack Daniels, he threw the bottle against the wall, causing it to smash to pieces, and headed up to his room, ready to have a little fun with poor Stacy. Once inside, John closed the door behind him and walked over to his mirror, running his finger down Stasia’s picture, and thought, ‘It’s payback time, baby.’

An hour later, Stacy’s eyes slowly opened as she looked around her surroundings, wincing at the pain in her cheek throbbed, and tried to move her hand to it, but quickly realized it wasn’t possible. She looked up, seeing her wrists were cuffed to the bed, and went to scream, when a voice sounded from the far corner. “If you scream, I’ll slit you from your lips to your pussy, bitch.” His dark voice threatened, causing Stacy to instantly tremble with fear, and wondered what was going on.

“W-What’s going on?” She whimpered out, yanking on the cuffs, and gasped when the lightening flashed, causing her to catch a glimpse of who it was. “J-John?!”

“Bravo, you figured it out. Because of Stasia’s betrayal, I have to do something I really don’t want to do, but she has to learn her lesson.” John stated, standing up from the chair, and Stacy started screaming bloody murder. It wouldn’t help though, not when they were on the outskirts of town, and not when her husband was away on business. John heard her scream and instantly backhanded her, causing her to cry out in more pain, and growled out, “Shut up bitch or I’ll make this as painful as possible!!”

“NO! GET OFF OF ME!” Stacy screamed louder, receiving another backhand to her face, but that didn’t stop her. John growled, knowing if he kept hitting her, he was going to end up killing her, and that wasn’t apart of his masterful plan. He smirked down at her, his blue eyes wickedly gleaming with pure evil intentions, and whipped his six inch blade from his back pocket. Stacy’s eyes widened and instantly swallowed nervously, not liking how it shined in the lightening, and mixed with his eyes.

Slowly trailing the knife up beneath her tank top she was wearing, John proceeded to cut it off of her body, leaving a little slit in her skin just for the Hell of it. She was going to die on this night so he might as well have a little fun before then, right? Right. John smirked when she began crying and cut her bra off, showing her breasts to his vision, and growled at how perfect they were. They weren’t Stasia’s, but it was a nice rack, John had to admit that much. He then moved the knife down to her sleeping, lace shorts, licking his lips hungrily, and proceeded to cut them off her body, causing her to cry harder.

After he was finished, John ripped his shirt off in front of her along with his jean shorts, and quickly pounced on top of her. He gripped her by the hair, causing her to stare into his eyes, and cried out when his cock slid inside of her roughly. She wasn’t wet for him so this was going to make John’s release difficult, which he didn’t approve of, but it was better than nothing. He began pounding her, making her eyes lock with his, and proceeded to thrust harder and faster with each thrust that passed. He wanted to rip her to shreds and that’s exactly what he was doing. Stacy could only lay there, completely helpless, not even able to lift her legs because her ankles were handcuffed to the bed, and had to take the rape that was happening.

With a couple more harsh thrusts, John finally emptied his seed inside of her body, causing her body to convulse, and John smirked at his handiwork. He then got off of her, backhanding her for good measure, and walked over to the door, his cock still hardened. “You’re not a woman, you’re just a limp fish.” He cruelly stated before opening the door, grabbing his clothes, and slammed the bedroom door shut behind him, leaving her there writhing in pain. He dressed on his way to the staircase, seeing a few whores had showed up, and licked his lips as he looked over at Todd. “Hey man, wanna piece of her?” He asked, causing Todd’s eyes to instantly darken with rage, and nodded as he headed up the stairs.

Throughout most of the night, each gang member got to rape Stacy, having their revenge against her even though she didn’t do anything. They didn’t know that though and John would never tell them the truth, only caring about his needs and his alone. He smirked when he heard her screams through the bedroom door, following by his tenth gang leader walking out, and knew now was the time. He walked back inside, closing the door behind him, and stared down at a bloody, beaten, battered Stacy, who was still up surprisingly. John slid on top of her, running the knife up her stomach to her throat, and stated viciously, “When you see Stasia again, you tell her that this was all HER doing!” Before Stacy could question it, John stabbed her right in the heart with the knife, causing her to die instantly, and ripped the knife out so hard, her heart came with it.

“Just remember, Stasia...” John began as he walked over to his mirror, running the bloody tip of the knife down her picture. “This was all YOUR doing, angel.”

Chapter 9

A month had passed since the incident with John and Stasia was slowly starting to come out of hiding. She still kept everything locked up tight and even changed the locks on her doors and windows. The cops had determined that’s how John had gotten inside before and Stasia couldn’t believe how stupid she’d been. Wasn’t it enough that the man killed her dog and sent her vile increments from Jasy? Stasia didn’t understand it and what was worse was the fact that her next door neighbor, Stacy, had gone missing and hadn’t shown up for a month. Her husband was frantic, searching everywhere he could, and somehow, someway, deep down inside the pit of her stomach, Stasia knew John had something to do with it.

Stasia had gotten a new dog by the name of Jase two weeks after the incident with John and he was growing so fast. It was a Rottweiler and Stasia loved him so much, but never as much as her deceased Jasy. Even though the dog wasn’t that big yet, Stasia knew he’d grow up to be a fine protector, especially against the likes of John. “That’s my good boy.” She cooed thoughtfully, giggling when he licked her hand, and sighed, suddenly feeling at peace for the first time since John came into her life.

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Unbeknownst to her, John had kept an eye on Stasia, watching bitterly as she moved on with her life, even going as far as to getting another dog, which seemed pretty stupid to him. Surely she didn’t think he wouldn’t gut the Rottweiler did she? He spent a lot of time in the building across from her, watching her house almost constantly, just waiting for one man to cross her door. The day that happened, he was putting a bullet in the guy’s head and one in her heart. John sighed, pounding his fist against the wall, ignoring the pain that radiated throughout it. How long was it going to take her to realize she still loved him and wanted to be with him?

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Running a hand through her hair, Stasia decided to walk outside and sat on the front porch, seeing it was getting dark. She kept the dog right by her side on a leash, not trusting him to run off like Jasy had previously, and started walking in her front yard. Stasia was wearing a pair of jeans with a long sleeved black shirt, her hair down and cascading down her back and shoulders in luscious waves. She smiled down at her dog, who was sniffing something he’d found, when a feeling of dread suddenly flowed over her. It was an unsafe feeling that Stasia couldn’t explain and didn’t want to as she quickly backed away toward her condo, hearing her dog barking, and knew he was there. After backing up the stairs and hurrying into her condo, Stasia quickly locked the door, dead bolting it, and backed away as the tears of fright stung her eyes, hoping it was just her paranoia kicking in.

John smirked as he witnessed her turn around suddenly, heading for her home, and looked down at his nine millimeter gun. “You know I’m here, don’t you baby?” He whispered, his fingers lovingly stroking his choice of weapon, and knew he was going to end up killing that little dog she’d gotten. He was already annoyed with the little sucker as he groaned, running a hand down his face before going back to stroking his gun. John rested his head against the cool glass of the window he was staring out of her for a minute, just admiring her, and shook his head as he walked out of the room.

Holding the dog close to her and curling up on the couch, Stasia sighed as she closed her eyes and leaned further against it. “I need to move.” She decided, knowing she had to be away from this town, more importantly, away from John. “Why can’t he just leave me alone?” She whispered, feeling completely helpless, and wondered if maybe she gave herself to him once, he would leave her alone and go stalk another woman. “That’s ludicrous, I’m NOT doing that.” Stasia stated emphatically and stood up, walking into the kitchen to make herself something to eat and to feed Jase.

Standing in front of Stasia’s condo, just staring at the door, John’s eyes narrowed suddenly. He didn’t pay any attention to the wind that cut through him or to the sounds of cars passing by behind him. John ducked behind a tree when he heard someone walking by, not really wanting to be identified by some nosey neighbor. The last thing he felt like doing was putting a bullet through someone’s head for not minding their own business. That and the fact that he didn’t feel like hiding the body, especially after what he did to Stacy a month ago.

When she was finished making dinner, Stasia settled down on the couch and stared down at it. A sickening feel suddenly overcame her as she pushed the plate away, the tears burning her eyes, and couldn’t believe she still feared him. Who wouldn’t? The man was huge, muscular, and could break her in half if he truly wanted to. Stasia knew if he got a hold of her one more time, she would probably be six feet under, and the mere thought caused her entire body to tremble with fear. “God please leave me alone…” She whispered pleadingly and looked over at her new dog Jase. “I need to get rid of him. John will only kill him like he did my baby.”

Once her friend answered who had given her the dog, Stasia swallowed down the fear that had developed in her voice and stated, “I need you to come get Jase. I don’t trust myself with a dog right now, especially with John lurking in the shadows. He’s a psycho and he won’t think twice about killing Jase and I really don’t want to be responsible for another death of a dog. Please just come get him and when this is over with, I’ll come get Jase. I have a feeling John is going to show up at any time, but I can’t pinpoint it. Thanks, see you in a few.” She hung up the phone after arguing briefly with the owner and walked over, picking up her puppy, and began to cry softly. “I’m sorry, Jase, but after what happened to Jasy, I can’t take the chance of him hurting you too.” Stasia whispered, wishing she’d never agreed to go out with John in the first place.

Twenty minutes later, a knock sounded at her door and Stasia knew who it was. She quickly carried the dog over and sighed, seeing the worried look in her friend’s eyes, and stated, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Just take him and get out of here. I don’t want you to disappear like Stacy did.” Stasia whispered worriedly, causing her friend to sigh heavily, and nodded reluctantly.

“I know, I just wish there was something we could do for you. I’ll keep the dog until you get rid of him. Good luck, sweetheart.” Her friend replied, hugging her briefly, and Stasia shooed her away, knowing John was watching her condo, and didn’t want anyone else getting hurt because of her. She quickly kissed her dog goodbye, apologized profusely for what was happening in her life, and shut the door behind her, needing to be alone for right now.

John had watched from his hiding spot as some woman came over to take the dog, grinning broadly. He checked his back pocket for the set of handcuffs he had brought, chuckling when he felt them still there, momentarily afraid he might have dropped them. John proceeded to snake his way to the backdoor of her condo, looking around to make sure nobody was watching him, and kicked it in. His foot connected near the knob, causing him to growl when it didn’t give all the way. One more strong kick sent the door flying open, causing John to groan, and knew Stasia must’ve heard it. He quickly pulled out the gun from his back pocket as he slipped through the busted door and ended up in the kitchen, wondering where she was.

Stasia heard the crash of her backdoor and felt her entire body stiffen, closing her eyes tightly shut as the tears flowed down her cheeks freely. She walked out, knowing she’d have to do it, she’d have to give up because the police weren’t helping her any. Nobody could protect her from John, especially in the state of mind he was in, and knew she’d have to face him one on one. Walking out into the living room and sitting down on the couch, Stasia could feel his blue eyes on her and looked directly ahead at the wall. “Hello John.” She softly said, her voice holding defeat, sorrow, and knew she was probably going to end up losing her life on this night.

Feeling hope rise in his heart when she acknowledged him, John couldn’t believe she wasn’t screaming, trying to run for the phone, or anything of that sort. “Hello Stasia.” He whispered, walking over to stand a few feet away from her, not about to risk her kicking him in the balls again. The gun was in her sight though, but he didn’t have it aimed at her yet as he asked, “Are you ready to talk to me baby?”

Wiping her tears away from her eyes, Stasia knew she had no other choice in the matter, and simply nodded, not looking over at him, and knew he had a gun. She’d spotted it out of the corner of her eye and knew she was in deep trouble right now. It didn’t matter to anymore though, knowing nobody would help her, and sniffled as she coughed out a little before answering. “What did you want to talk about?” She softly asked, staring over a picture of Jasy, her baby, the dog he’d murdered, took away from her, and tortured her with as silent tears began streaming down her cheeks.

John kneeled down in front of her, absentmindedly stroking her leg with the gun, his eyes searching her face, and replied quietly, “I want you to love me.” He desperately tried to hide the pain in his voice, but knew it was impossible to do so. “I miss you Stasia! I want you to love me again, why can’t you?” He was started to sound like a hurt little boy and it was making her sick to her stomach.

“How could I love a monster like you?” She whispered back, feeling the gun stroking her thigh, and waited for the trigger to pull, waited for him to lash out at her like he had before. “You killed my dog, splashed the blood of her on my house, put her organs in a glass dog statue, sent me a slideshow of you and a friend gutting her, forced me to fear you.” She continued, allowing the tears to run down her face even more, and shook her head as she felt her heart contract painfully in her chest. “How can I love someone who loves hurting me so much like you do, John?”

“I don’t love hurting you!” John exclaimed, grabbing her chin roughly in his hand, and forced her to look at him. “I want you and you don’t’ want me, what else am I supposed to do? I don’t want to let you go, Stasia! We were so happy together, baby, don’t you remember? I know we could be happy again if you’d just give me a second chance, is that so much to ask?”

She felt him grab her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes, and hers were filled with darkness and deep sadness in return. “You killed Jasy…and stuffed her with…pictures of us!” Stasia whispered painfully, trying to swallow the sobs that threatened to explode throughout her body. “Why weren’t you honest with me before, John? The gang, the girls, everything, why weren’t you honest with me and why did you try raping me the last time you broke into my condo?” She fired questions left and right at him, not caring about anything anymore except getting those answers. Her voice remained low and deadly, refusing to even defend herself against him even more because it would only cause her more pain and agony.

John looked hurt, like she had physically wounded him, and replied sharply, “Jasy, I loved her, but I didn’t know how to react to you hating me!” He was trying to make her understand how distraught he’d been. “I told you before, the gang banging and the girls that was my past! Those girls were just gossiping, trying to make themselves sound cool or something, but you wouldn’t understand that.” He was lying through his teeth again and Stasia was getting pissed fast. Running his thumb over her lips, John softly continued, “I didn’t try raping you either, I was trying to make love to you, Stasia. I don’t want to hurt you baby.”

Staring at this man before her, Stasia couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth and shook her head in disgust. He was STILL lying to her! “If you didn’t want to hurt me, then you wouldn’t have done all the things you have and you would’ve been straight with me from the beginning.” Her voice was ice cold as she stared at him, her courage temporarily rising, but the fear was hidden behind her eyes.

“Straight with you from the beginning?” John echoed. “Told you how I was a scumbag? A common street thug? Would you have even looked twice at me?” John demanded, looking irritated by now. “Would you have given me the time of day?”

“No, but at least you would’ve been honest with me and we could’ve prevented all of this from happening.” She replied, being completely and brutally honest with him, and raked a hand through her hair. She swallowed hard when the gun ran up her thigh more, causing her body to begin to tremble, and knew what she said was the wrong thing. “Please put that away, I’m not doing anything wrong.”

John sighed, feeling like he wasn’t getting through to her, and could feel his anger rising. “You’re just not understanding, Stasia…” He said, sounding almost sad as he stood up, reaching for her hand. “Come on, get up.” He demanded, his blue eyes narrowing when she didn’t budge, and waved the gun threateningly at her. “I said get up.” He ordered.

Staring up at him as he pointed the gun at her, Stasia didn’t take his hand, but stood up on her own accord. She yelped out in pain when he gripped her wrist tightly in his hand, and caused her body to crash into his own. Stasia began trembling against him, but she refused to allow any tears to fall as she stared up into his dangerously blue eyes, and asked, “What do you want, John?”

“I WANT YOU!” John shouted, frustrated and angry, never a good combination with him. “Why can’t you see that? I fucking love you, Stasia! And damn it, you’re going to love me!” Growling, he smashed his lips against hers, bruising her mouth with his ravaging, violent kiss, and pulled her tight against him, the gun pressed to the small of her back.

Stasia whimpered in the kiss, trying to push him away from her, but his strength was overwhelming. His lips were hard and rough as she refused to kiss him back, feeling the gun on the small of her back, and began crying out when he began kissing her harder. She finally mustered up enough strength inside her body to push him away from her, falling to the floor from the force, and looked up at him with tear filled eyes. Her lips were bruised, her bottom one split from his brutal kiss, and touched it with her trembling fingertips. “How can I love you when you always hurt me?!” She cried out to him, wanting him to understand that what he was doing wasn’t helping this situation any.

John dropped to his knees, looking heartbroken, and cried out in reply, “I’m not trying to hurt you!” He looked like he would shoot her right then and there, extremely unstable, and added, “But if you won’t love me…” He trailed off, taking the safety off the gun, and pointed it at her head. “Then you won’t fucking love anyone else!”

“John, please don’t!!” She whispered pleadingly, seeing the gun was pointed at her, and his finger was getting ready to pull the trigger. With quick reflexes, Stasia kicked the gun up, causing it to explode as the bullet lodged in her ceiling, and the gun dropped as it slid underneath the couch. She then kicked John in the head, causing him to growl out in pain, and stumbled to her feet as she took off into her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. Flipping the lock on it, Stasia knew she had to find someway out of this and quickly opted for her closet. Sliding inside of it, she waited shaking from head to toe, and knew John was probably going to kill her if he found her.

Beyond all reasoning at this point, John’s face hardened into something entirely evil and demented as he followed her. He seen the door was shut and threw himself at it, ignoring the splintered that exploded around him. “STASIA!!” He roared, throwing himself at the closet door, which gave way under his rage, and caused her to scream out in fright. “You fucking whore! You kicked me!” He shouted, grabbing her by the hair and banged her repeatedly against the wall.

Stasia screamed out in pain, feeling her world spinning out of control, and managed to escape his grasp as she stumbled back. Her back hit the nightstand, causing a lamp to go over, and pulled out a bat that was sticking out of her closet. She quickly held it out in a fighting stance, ignoring the pain that exploded throughout her back and head, and felt the tears streaming down her face in pure anguish. “DON’T TOUCH ME OR I’LL BASH YOUR SKULL IN, YOU PSYCHO! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!! I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE!!” She screamed, shaking so hard along with the bat, but didn’t take her eyes from his. If she did that, it was over and she wasn’t that stupid to make a mistake at this point.

Chapter 10

Her screaming she hated him sent John over the edge totally. Snarling like a rabid dog, he lunged for her, knocking the bat out of her hands, and caused Stasia’s eyes to widen in fear. “YOU HATE ME?” He screamed, his hands wrapping around her throat, and shook her so hard, her teeth began to rattle. “YOU HATE ME, STASIA?” John didn’t give her the time to answer as he flung her on the bed, ripping away his shirt, muscles rippling with each movement he made, and his eyes were darkened with rage.

Coughing and gasping for air, Stasia curled up in a ball, heaving extremely bad, and winced at her teeth. She was going to end up having to get dentures at this rate and sucked it a breath of air, screaming out somewhat hoarsely when he made a grab for her. She watched as he ripped his shirt off and instantly backed away from him, screaming and crying in the process for him to get away from her. “I HATE YOU!! Why are you doing this to me?!? I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU!!”

“You won’t love me!” John snapped, backhanding across the face. “All I wanted was for you to love me! Now you’re making me hurt you!” He grabbed her legs and pulled her down to him, grabbing her wrists in one hand, and held them down on her stomach. With the other hand, he started ripping away her clothes, his blue eyes darkening with lust mixed with rage.

“NO! Stop it!!” Stasia screamed, feeling his tight grip on her wrists, and began sobbing uncontrollably. The blow he’d given her across her face caused her cheek to feel like it was about to explode, already throbbing with pain, but she had bigger things on her mind. She felt the material of her clothes being ripped from her body, like they were nothing, and looked up at this monster who proclaimed he loved her. “GET OFF OF ME!!” She cried out, trying to wrench her wrists free of his vise grip, and squirmed beneath him, refusing to give into him without a fight to the death.

“Stop struggling, you’ll like it baby, I promise.” John said confidently, still holding her wrists as he bent his head down to flick her clit with his tongue, using all of his skill, smiling when he felt her becoming wet in spite of herself.

Stasia continued to cry, not believing her body was betraying her this way, and shook her head. She began fighting him even more, kicking her legs, and managed to shove him away from her, causing his grip on her wrists to break. She scrambled up the bed and moved to the floor when he lunged for her. Stasia slid underneath her bed and crawled, coming out of the other side, and screamed when she was stopped from behind. His fingers wrapped in her hair, tossing her back on the bed, and screamed as he pounced on top of her. “STOP IT!! I HATE YOU!! STOP IT, JOHN!!”

“Your body says you’re lying.” He replied, his tone low and seductive, before quickly undoing his jeans. John didn’t bother pushing them down, just took out his dick, and positioned her body. This would be the first time he’d sleep with Stasia, not the last if he had it his way, and stared down at her. “Just love me…” He whispered, his eyes pleading with her before he lowered his head to kiss her tenderly. He nudged her legs apart and slowly slid inside of her, hissing at how tight and hot she felt around him.

Ripping her lips from his, Stasia began trying to crawl away from him, and cried out when she felt him slide inside of her hard and fast. “No!! Please don’t do this!!” She pleaded with him, shaking her head back and forth, and felt the tears streaming down her cheeks like two unstoppable rivers. Her entire body was trembling, not wanting this, but was rejected her the moment he slid inside of her. Stasia shoved against his chest and even slapped him across the face, growling angrily at him, and screamed at him, “STOP IT!! I DON’T WANT YOU!! I WANT YOU TO DIE!!”

Her words stung like nothing else ever could as John stared down at her, looking like he was about to cry at first, but then his eyes grew cold, colder than the worst snowstorm could ever be. “You’ll die first.” He whispered viciously and began pounding into her savagely, wanting to hurt her as much as she had him with those hateful words.

Stasia’s screams of sheer pain echoed off the walls, feeling his grip on her hair, and shook her head, not believing he was doing this to her. His thrusts grew harder and faster, breaking her completely in half, and Stasia finally couldn’t do it anymore. She stopped fighting as she laid there like a limp fish, crying and sobbing violently as this monster took her virginity. Her body exploded with pain as he grew more savage and brutal with her. She knew she’d have bruises on her thighs from his handprints ad hoped this ended as fast as it started. “I hate you…” She whispered out between sobs, never having said those words before, but under these circumstances, she truly meant it every time she’d said them to him.

John didn’t hear her, he was too absorbed in how she felt around his pulsating cock. Growling, he pulled out and flipped her body over, forcing her onto her knees, and rammed back into her. He ignored her screams of pain, grabbing a handful of her hair, and pulled it back roughly while wrapping a hand around her throat and growled, “Shut the fuck up!”

She couldn’t shut up though, she couldn’t stop the sobs and cries from echoing off the walls as she clawed at the sheets, not believing he was taking her from behind, and wished the pain would stop. Her body was starting to slip into darkness, but she managed to stay awake, sagging against him. She screamed out in agony when he ripped her up by her hair, causing her to pull her hair from his grip, and tried getting away from him. His grip on her hips was too powerful for her handle though as she whispered out breathlessly, “John please stop!!” She didn’t have the strength to scream anymore because her voice was leaving her quickly. “No more…”

Frowning, John stared down at the back of her head, looking genuinely confused, and asked, “You don’t like this baby?” He slid out of her and rolled her over, bending down to kiss each of her breasts, and drew her legs up around his waist, smacking her when she started crying again. “Stop that! You know you love me pounding into you!” He smirked down at her before thrusting into her again. “You this, don’t you bitch? You love my cock tearing your tight little pussy up, don’t you?” John slapped her across the face again, this time harder.

“No!!” She hoarsely cried out, shaking her head back and forth at him, her eyes bloodshot from crying so hard. Stasia tried so hard to fight this, tried to fight him, and began pounding on his chest. His abuse mixed with the raping was almost too much for her too handle though as she held her throbbing cheek, knowing it would be black and blue by morning, if she survived that far. She couldn’t give up though as she started struggling more and punched him in the mouth out of pure instinct, bellowing out, “GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, YOU MONSTER!!”

Groaning, John pulled away from her and kneeled back on his legs, his hand feeling his jaw. For such a little thing, she actually had a good right hook. John frowned, spitting out the blood. “You’re going to regret that.” He promised cruelly before advancing on her again.

Trembling from head to toe back on the bed, Stasia began crawling away from him up the bed, gripping and ripping the bed sheets, but her body was giving out on her. “Please don’t hurt me anymore!!” She cried out, coughing and heaving, and screamed when he grabbed her ankle as she began kicking again. “LET ME GO!!”

John grunted, bringing a heavy fist down on her stomach, plowing it in her ribs, and smiled viciously when she gasped, her breath leaving her. “Done yet?” He whispered before for the last time, sinking his still rock hard cock into her. He thrusted into her hard, harder than he had earlier, and finally bellowed her name when he came, shooting load after load of semen inside of her. John collapsed on top of her, not bothering to move so she could breathe, trying to regain his own breathing.

Stasia curled up in a tight ball when his fist collided with her stomach, coughing and sputtering out for breath. It had completely knocked the wind out of her as she felt him collapse on top of her, not able to breathe. When the pain finally subsided, Stasia slowly rolled onto the floor after squirming from beneath him, and crawled at the floor. Blood was coming from her mouth that she’d coughed up and knew she probably had internal injures from his fist making contact with her stomach. Nobody was there to help her, to save her from his wrath, and knew he wasn’t finished with her yet as she began to slowly crawl on the floor toward the door.

Straightening himself up, John tucked his dick back in his pants and zipped them up, just staring down at her, watching impassively as she hacked up blood. “You don’t love me.” He said flatly, bending down to plant his foot on the back of her neck. “So…as much as it’s going to hurt me, Stasia, I’m going to have to kill you.”

“No please!!” Stasia gasped out, deciding she had to lie in order to get out of this. “I love you!!” She rasped out, her entire body trembling from head to toe, and winced when his foot began putting its leverage against her neck. “Please John, don’t kill me. I love you…I love you so much, baby.” Stasia despised lying, but she had no alternative at the moment, coughing out more blood that came from her body.

John hesitated, slowly lifting his foot. He bent down to pull her up, gently cradling her in his arms, and wiped the blood away from her mouth with his hand, searching her eyes with his blue orbs intently. “Do you, Stasia?” He asked softly, hope in his tone.

Gasping and rasping a little, Stasia regretfully nodded, making the hatred she felt for this man, and allowed him to cradle her for the time being. She tried to get her body to stop shaking, her body feeling like it was going to fall over at any given moment, but she had to stay awake. She looked up into his eyes, seeing the hope shining through them, and wished it hadn’t come down to this as she bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Yes, yes I do.” She coughed more, wincing when her abdomen exploded in pain, and bit back a cry.

John frowned, suddenly regretting that he’d hurt her, and carefully scooped her up into his arms. “Let me take you out of here, baby.” He whispered in her ear, carrying her towards the living room. “I’m sorry, you know I don’t mean to hurt you.” He apologized, kissing her head tenderly. “I love you so much, Stasia.”

Trembling against him from what just happened, Stasia swallowed hard as he set her down on the couch, and knew this was her only chance. “Can you please go get me some clothes? I’m cold, please John?” She whispered through tear filled eyes, her voice incredibly hoarse from all the screaming she’d done, and looked into his blue eyes that had softened.

Staring down at her naked body, seeing her shivering, John frowned and knew she was probably freezing to death. “I’ll be right back, baby.” He stated, bending down to kiss her lingeringly, and stroked the side of her back tenderly. “I love you, Stasia.” He stood up and turned to walk away, but froze. “Don’t go anywhere.” His voice turned cold for a minute before heading into her bedroom. Nodding back at him, Stasia winced a little, hearing the coldness of his voice, and once she heard him shuffling around for clothes, she immediately got down on her hands and knees. Her hand reached underneath the couch, fishing for the gun. She hadn’t realized she’d taken too much time when she heard his voice from behind her, causing her to instantly freeze, and bit her bottom lip as she slowly dropped her head. John stared at her for a moment before his lips curved into a crooked smile, looking both hurt and cruel at the same time, and asked, “Looking for something?”

Slowly standing up to her feet upon hearing his voice from behind her, Stasia knew she was caught. “Found it.” She stated, blocking out all the pain her body had been racked with and whipped around, clicking the trigger back on the gun, and shot him in the shoulder. “Did you HONESTLY think that I would allow you to get away with what you did tome?”

John clutched his shoulder, blood spilling between his fingers, and just stared at her out of hurt, confused eyes. “You…You shot me.” He whispered, taking a step towards her. “I thought…I thought you loved me, Stasia?”

“I could never love a monster!” She whispered harshly and walked over, still keeping the gun aimed at him in her firm grip, and picked the phone up. She dialed 911 with her free hand, tears spilling down her cheeks, and stated shakily once they answered, “Hello, my name Stasia Jones. My address is 395 Willow tree St. I just shot and killed an intruder in my home.” She then clicked the end button on the phone, allowing it to drop on the floor, and pulled the trigger back. The gun exploded, the bullet sinking right into John’s chest, and watched as he flew back on the floor.

Staring at the ceiling as he felt the bullet sink in his chest, somewhere registering in his dim mind that she had actually shot him for a second time that night, John whispered out hoarsely before closing his eyes, “Stasia….”

Dropping the gun from her trembling hand, Stasia dropped to her knees, burying her face in her hands, and proceeded to cry her heart and soul out. She knew the cops were arriving and quickly picked up the clothes he’d brought out for her, slipping into them, and walked over, seeing his eyes had shut and he wasn’t moving. She bent down, pressing her hand to his heart, not feeling it beating, and whispered, “It was the only way.” Stasia stood back up and walked over to the couch, curling up on it, and waited for the police to arrive to take him away and give them her statement. The EMT’s arrived on the scene, carting John’s body out of Stasia’s condo, his body covered with a white sheet. They were writing things down, pulling back the sheet to stare at him, and took note of the wounds while the police finished taking Stasia’s statement.

It was over.

It was finally over.

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~Three Years Later~

Stasia was all smiles as she sat at the park, watching her two year old son running around and kept a close eye on him. She’d moved far away after the incident with John, not trusting it, and decided moving near the ocean would justify. There was a park just down the street from their house as she smiled, watching as his blonde hair blew through the breeze and ran over to her. Stasia lifted him up in her arms, twirling him around, and kissed his forehead before staring into his eyes. The same blue eyes that John had and sighed, knowing she got a little piece of him to keep with her always, even though he’d put her through Hell. Ayden was a precious little boy, an innocent, and she refused to berate him or give him up when she found out she’d gotten pregnant from the rape for his father’s cruelties toward her.

“You ready to go home, baby boy?” She asked and smiled when he nodded, resting his head on her shoulder, and closed his eyes as she proceeded to walk toward the car, Jase following them.

She never seen those pair of eyes watching her every move.

John had watched Stasia playing with her son…HIS son and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. His icy blue eyes narrowed when she walked away, cradling the toddler against her, and knew she didn’t know he was there and never would. “I told you, Stasia…” He whispered. “You’re mine forever.”

The End.