EroticReverie

Anastasia - One Month Later

 In the past month. I’ve had sex with Miles more than the “once a week” that he told me he’d need. 

I’d been in his bed, every night. My apartment was shared with another student in her second year with the program named Alisa.  She didn’t ask where I went at night. Or why I came home in the middle of the night or sometimes early in the morning before sunrise. 

I’m bent over his bed, fingers clutching the comforter as he pulls my hair and tells me to fuck him harder. 

I knew what this was. His thinly veiled threats whenever I’d tell him I was busy and couldn’t make it, said it all. So I did what he wanted , when he wanted. 

It didn’t hurt anymore. At least not as much as the first few times. 

He grunts as I throw myself back in his cock. 

“You girls just love this cock, don’t you?” He grunts and slams into me harder and I wince. 

“This cock decides your future, don’t you ever fucking forget it” he grunts and cums. 

Pulling out he walks to the bathroom and then comes back and tosses a damp rag onto the bed. 

“I have an early morning. Ricky will drive you home.” He says and I nod.  Cleaning myself up with the damp rag and then pulling on my dress. 

“And Anastasia?” He says as he walks from the room, turning back to me and I look at him as I grab my purse. 

“The eating whatever you want …it isn’t working for you anymore. Fix that.” He says and turns and my eyes full with tears and nostrils burn and I swallow back the fucking urge to scream. 

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When I arrive to my apartment I roll my eyes. The past four nights Alisa has left the fucking door unlocked. And it’s unlocked AGAIN. When I’d told her that she left it unlocked she’d rolled her eyes and told me she definitely didn’t. But she most definitely did. 

I walk in , closing the door and lock it behind me , shaking my head. Because I’d have to tell her it was unlocked again. And she’d catch an attitude. Like she did the second , third and fourth time I’d told her. 

“I know how a door lock works Annie.” She’d said. Even though I’d told her a dozen times my name was not Annie, and I didn’t want to be called that. 

I throw my purse on the counter along with my keys and then go to the shower to wash away the sex between my legs and all over my body. 

With a towel around my body , I walk to my room , and close the door behind me and then turn on the light. I pull off my towel to start to pat my skin dry and drop it. My eyes bulging. 

In the center of my bed. Lies a single rose and a black envelope. With gold writing.  I can see the words from here. 

“Little Ballerina”

I snatch my towel back up. My eyes searching the small room and I throw open the closet door. Then go to the window which is locked and then run back out my door and check the living area and the small kitchen.  I check the small closet door inside the they way , tears ripping down my cheeks. 

No. No. There’s no fucking way. There’s no fucking way. 

I’m shaking and crying , swiping angrily at the tears running down my cheeks. I thought I’d traded a psycho for a manipulative asshole male ballerina, but instead I still have the other. I have both. 

“Fuck!” I yell and then run to my room and rip the envelope off the bed and tear it open. 

“Little Ballerina,

     Nobody touches what’s mine.”

I throw the card to the floor and slap my hands over my face, shaking and looking at the rose on my bed. 

This can’t be happening. I was in fucking New York!!!

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I’m dragging ass into the studio in the morning. Not a single minute of sleep was had last night. 

Several of the faces that I see in class were walking in the opposite direction. Murmuring , some with tears in their eyes and shaking their heads. I frown and keep walking. Trying to pick out whispers. Why were they all walking away from the classroom? Why were they crying? What happened?

I pickup a few whispers along the way. 

“Murdered”

“Someone broke in” 

I see one girl slapping a hand to her mouth , and falling to the floor. One of the other teachers trying to pick her up. 

“She was dating him” another whisper. I look at the person whispering and their eyes are on the girl who is beside herself, hysterically crying on the floor.

“Did you see him?” Another whisper. 

“No, did you?” 

“No but Dillon said it’s fucked up.”

“I wonder who did it, do you think it was her ex?” 

“Dunno”

I walk further toward the classroom. Cops at the door and inside.  They’re hovering and I can’t see what’s inside. Other than what looks like detectives and more cops. 

“Miss, you can’t come in.” An officer says when he turns and sees me in the doorway. 

“All classes are cancelled until further notice” a female voice rings out. 

As the officer turns my eyes get a glimpse. Oh god. My eyes widen and I feel sick. I can smell it. The metallic tang. 

On the floor , in a puddle of far too much blood  is ….Miles…..and on the center of his chest. A single rose. 

I almost throw up. My hand going to my mouth ,the other to my stomach. 

“Miss you need to leave” a man says. But not before my eyes go to the windows. Smeared in blood. Four words. 

“YOURE MINE LITTLE BALLERINA”