EroticReverie

Calypso “Callie”

I’m just finishing sliding my cash into the hidden spot beneath the floor board when my bedroom door opens and Marcus, my mothers boyfriend of two years stands there , in nothing but his boxers. 

I feel my lip visibly curl with disgust. Marcus 

is thirty three, ten years younger than my mother. She really thought she’d gotten herself a fucking prize , snagging herself a younger man. Except for the fact he was repulsive. Marcus is six one and has a beer gut that being an alcoholic will give any person. He has a creepy as fuck, molester mustache that always needs trimming and is balding, and always reeks of cigarettes and beer. He’s a fucking slob. And if the headboard banging against my fucking wall for the past half hour tells me anything , it’s that he’s just fucked my drug addict mother. 

I’m standing. Hoping he didn’t notice me closing up my hiding spot for the cash I was gonna use to get the fuck out of this hell hole. 

“You know” he drawls as he stands there with a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth. 

“You just say the word Calypso, and I’ll make your headboard leave dents in your wall too.” He smirks as he draws his cigarette from his mouth. 

My blood boils and my stomach turns just imagining his dirty fingernails digging into my skin.  He’s tried more than once to force himself on me. But thankfully he’s always been too damn disoriented or drunk, making it easier to kick him in the fucking dick and run. He’s been trying to fuck me and making disgusting passes at me ever since he started staying here, two years ago. 

I say nothing and just lift my chin slightly. Not giving his disgusting a verbal response. 

“One of these days Calypso” he gives a wicked grin. “One of these days you’re gonna spread those legs for me” he says and pushes off the wall and into my bedroom a few steps. 

I flick my pocket knife open and hold it up and he stops. His lip snaring. 

“Get the fuck out.” I warn him. He knows I’ll do it. He knows I’ll fucking gut him if he tries to ever touch me again. After the last time when I’d only managed a slash on his arm. The scar still there. 

“One of these days…Marcus” I bite out his name. “I’m going to cut your disgusting prick from your body and shove it down your fucking throat.” I growl through my teeth. 

He huffs and takes a drag of his cigarette. 

“We’ll see” he says as he tries to remain unshaken by my threat. He may be fucking stupid but he knows I mean every fucking word. 

“What’s goin on?” My mother says as she looks at him and at me from the doorway. She’s wearing a shirt that doesn’t even cover her , her bush showing as she stands there heavy lidded and drugged up. 

“Your daughter is being a little bitch again” Marcus says and my mother just hums and turns and walks away down the hall. 

Marcus just stands there and my nostrils flare as my eyes notice the front of his boxers tent. I don’t look down. He takes another drag and smirks and then reaches down and fucking grabs hard through his boxers. He shakes his fucking cock at me through his boxers. 

“Go on. Look at what I’ve got for you Calypso.” He groans with a sick grin. 

“Get. The. Fuck. Out.” I hiss as I keep my eyes right on his. 

He chuckles and then lets the cigarette hang and pushes down his boxers and takes his dick out. 

“Come on. Just give it a good look.” He says as he strokes himself and groans. 

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” I yell as I step forward and hold the knife out. 

But he knows I won’t stab him unless he actually tries to touch me. I’m used to him exposing himself in front of me. And I’ve already seen it. Woken up with it right near my fucking face with him jerking off and rubbing it on my lips. That’s the night I first drew blood. 

I’ve tried putting locks on my door. But he just removes them. So I stopped wasting my fucking money and invested in a pocket knife that hasn’t left my side in almost two years. 

“You want money?” He asks and licks his lips. 

“I’ll pay you to let me fuck you.” He groans , still stroking himself. 

“I will kill you.” I snarl. 

“A hundred bucks” he groans. 

“A hundred bucks to fuck your tight little cunt” he groans. His own sickness getting him off. 

“Get out. Or I swear to god I’ll -“

He grunts and cum shoots from his cock. Splatting onto my bedroom floor as his eyes roll back and grip my pocket knife harder.  Wanting to throw the fuck up. 

It’s not the first time he’s left cum in my fucking room. He comes in when I’m not hear and jerks off into my panties and puts them back in the drawer.  I’ve found dried cum on my pillows too. He’s a sick fuck, and one day, I swear to god. I’m gonna kill him. 

He breathes hard.  Then laughs and drops the cigarette to the floor , stomping it out. One more thing for me to clean. 

“Enjoy cleaning up my nut you fuckin cunt.” He says and turns and leaves my room.  Slamming the door behind him.  I whip my knife at the door. Where it lands exactly where his fucking head would’ve been. It adds another slice to the back of my door. All of my rage decorating the same general area. Because it’s not the first time I’ve flung the knife at my door after he retreats.  

I immediately run over and pull it out. Not wanting it off my person a second longer. 

“Fucking sick fuck” I hiss under my breath and look to his cum and the spots that sit clear , in tiny disgusting drops. Next to his cigarette butt. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” I pant as rage washes through me in heavy waves. My hands shaking.  

I couldn’t wait. To get the fuck. Out of this house. Out of this town.