EroticReverie

Livana Love LaCroix ...One Week Later....

Another death. Another. The Shaw brothers have killed father Peter....and the two cops...same way...I found out how Sid killed Father Peter.....Jett and Gibson...did that same to the cops....the town was starting to talk. Rich men with dirty secrets were starting to sweat. My father is missing. They say they haven't killed him though, not yet anyways. 

"Get what you need, I'm running next door to get some shit." Gibson says and kisses me on the forehead as I stand with Violet inside the little thrift store that lies almost near the "line" the draws the rich from the poor. 

Violet is down the aisle, looking at littel kids toys and books along the wall, as I look at glassware. I won't buy anything, I just like to look, imagine the things I see, in peoples homes. 

"If you need money....I know how you can make some." A voice whispers, a finger sliding from the ball of my shoulder down the outside of me arm. I suck in a breath and turn. Looking up at Dennis Crawford. "Uncle Dennis." I step back, my back knocking the shelf, the small clatterting noises of glassware breifly shaking, rings in my ears. I close my eyes. It makes me think of teacups clinking...tea parties.....me in a dress....my stuffed animal in my lap....and me...in my fathers lap......his hands up my dress....moving his hand over my underwear as he tells me to pour him a cup of tea.....I didnt even know it was wrong....i was used to it...to him having his hands on me....it was as natural as a hug...a goodnight kiss...except my fathers goodnight kisses came with his tongue in my mouth.

Dennis chuckles. "Cant get ahold of your father." 

I open my eyes and look up at him. I say nothing. 

"Know anything about what happened at the church?" He asks, lifting a brow, his eyes going to Violet, back to me. Down to my breasts. I was wearing a baby blue tube top, and jean shorts. 

I shake my head. 

"And what about those officers? Know anything about them?" he asks and I swallow, shaking my head. 

He looks down, dragging the back of a knuckle over my stomach, he flicks the little chains of my belly ring and hums. 

"Do I need to worry Liviana?" he asks and I swallow. Yes. Yes you fucking do. 

I shake my head. 

"I paid good money....i was promised good , nice tight pussy...and a girl who knew how to keep her mouth shut..." he growls through his teeth, his finger curling over the waist of my shorts, and he tugs me, his other hand sliding behind me, up my back, under the back of my tube top and I tremble as he grins.

"You better have kept your little mouth shut." He warns. 

"It has nothing to do with me-" 

"DONT YOU-" He starts to yell, then looks around, Violet turns her head. I look at her as he brings his face to mine., and lowers his voice to a whisper.

"Dont you fucking lie to me." He growls and look at Violet, shooing her, my eyes trying to tell her to leave , to go next door, where Gibson is. 

"I know Father Peter had a taste for the young .....and I know your father kept those cops in his back pocket....to help him with you.." he says and his hand slips from my back, around the side, still under my top. He grabs my breast and I close my eyes, wincing. He palms it, then rubs his thumb over my nipple. Stroking it, then pinches it, and I tremble. My eyes are open again, Violet is gone and I look at Dennis. 

He smirks. "Miss that, don't you?" 

I say nothing, his other hand sliding up, under my tub top, both of my breasts in his hands, he works them, massaging them, gropping me right there in the back of the store. That's the problem with rich men. They think they're invincible. Even three dead child molestors and rapists dont deter them. Sure...it scares them a little....but they all think "not me" ,  "that could never be me" ..." I wont get caught" 

"God you have such great tits." He smirks. 

"Bigger now...but still small and sweet in my hands" he grins. I choke back the urge to puke all over him. 

"I quite liked them when they were nothing but puffy little nipples and a flat chest...loved pinching those little nipples while I played with your pus.." 

"the fuck" Gisbon growls and I'm turning my head. 

Gibson charges over and takes Dennis by the collar, and slams him against the shelves, the shelves fall back, Dennis going with them...Gibosn ontop of him as they fall. I stand there. I think I scream. I don't know. My hands clasp over my ears as the glassware shatters.

Broken dishes....i can hear my mother screaming at my father....glass shattering, over and over....my mother sees me....I'm twelve....almost thirteen.....She snarls....shes mad at him....and mad at me...she hates me....little fucking whore...keep her...keep them both....i dont want to look at them..and be reminded of you, you sick fuck...she tells him.

Blood spills from Dennis's mouth, his nose....his brow bone sliced in two...he's not fighting back. Gibson's fists pummel him, again...again.

I crouch down, dropping to the floor, sitting on scattered pieces of glass and curl up, ducking my head in my knees and my hands over my head. 

i don't know how long im there for...i can't breathe...Gibson would leave me....Axl would leave me....they'd leave me like she did...they'd let my father keep me.....they werent going to keep me....not really.....Gibson is mad , like my mother was....he caught him touching me...just like she caught my dad touching me...he'd change his mind now that he saw it happen...the way i just let him do it....it's my fault...it's all my fault.

"hey, shhhh, c'mere" A deep whisper kisses my temple, two large arms lifting me off the floor. I don't know where Gibson is. I see Dennis on the floor, knocked out....blood and broken glass everywhere...my fault...it's all my fault....

I choke of the breaths I cant seem to take. 

"shhhhhh" Jagger's voice whispers, picking me up. I see a group of people, pulling Gibson back, he's shouting at the unconscious rapist on the floor.

I wrap my arm tight around Jagger, breathing hard, gasping, my chest hurts and I cant get enough air. Im shaking and he carries me outside. Swamp cops show up. Did Gibson kill him? Gibson would go to jail. And it would be my fault. 

"shhhhhh, breathe Liv...just breathe...you have to breathe." Jagger says, sitting down on a bench outside, as ambulance sirens sound, coming down the street as Jagger holds my face. 

"did he hurt you?" Jagger whispers. I still cant breathe to speak, so I shake my head. It keeps shaking. I cant stop it. Jagger gently takes my head, kisses my forehead near my hair line. 

"shhh, it's okay" he whispers. "you're okay" he says, kissing my hairline again. 

"He's coming...Axl is coming, okay?" he says and my heart beats hard, my hands grabbing Jaggers forearms, my nails digging in as I panic. 

"He's coming Liv...breathe , okay? He would want you to breathe." Jagger says gently and I nod, but I cant do it. I'm suffocating, and the panic attacks happen more and more now, and Axl is the only one who can talk me down. 

Police come over, they're asking me questions. Jagger yells at them. But they keep asking questions. Medics come over, I'm given oxygen. But it doesnt help. 

"Get the fuck away from her!" Axl yells as I male medic tries to take my blood pressure. 

The medics try to explain, a cop tries to stop Axl as he already crosses the police tape they've put up. Axl takes the mask off me and pulls me up and lift me, my arms and legs wrapping around him tightly, I bury my face into his neck as he holds me tightly. The medics are yelling at him , he ignores them, carrying me away. He tells the Swamp side cops to fuck off when they tell him they need to question me. 

They don't follow Axl Shaw. They know better. He walks with me, all the waay down the street, people looking, watching as the heights girl clings to the man from the swamps. Axl, walks to where his truck is parked at the end of the street, and opens the back door and slips inside with me on his lap.

"Cmere" he says, grabbing my face and my mouth crashes to his. Im still in panic, still can see the blood...hear the glass....feel Dennis pinching my nipples....i can feel his fingers pulling one of my nipples....while he fingers me....do i like that? i'm so tight...i'm going to feel so good on his cock...

"tell me what to do" Axl says against my mouth, his hands on my ass, pulling me tighter on his lap. I say nothing, just kissing him, my hands in his hair, pulling as I grind on his lap, panting as I try to turn it off. Slowly, it takes longer than normal...but then im lost in the back of this truck...i dont hear glass breaking or my mother screaming...i dont see her hateful gaze on me...i dont feel Dennis touching me for the first time...or the last time....i just feel Axl, his mouth, his breath, his hands. 

his hands are rubbing my back up and down, my tube top came down, rolling down my breasts and he lifted up his shirt, my tits pressed against his bare skin. The contact of his skin. Im not even sure at what point he did it, as if he knew it's what I needed. To be close to him, as close as I could get. 

I push up, my mouth panting as I pull his mouth to my chest and he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and I pant. 

"more" I moan, demanding it, needing it more than ever, my head going back. He only does what I tell him to...and i'm only allowed to ask for so much.....theres so much he wont give me....wont do.....but im allowed his mouth on my breasts....on my face and my neck...my stomach....im allowed his hands everywhere almost.....but theres certain things he wont do with me....and i know its because he thinks im broken.....and he's right....i am.....but he fixes me. HE's the only one that can fix me and put me back together. 

He groans, sucking my other nipples and bites it softly and I whimper. My hips rocking.

I dont beg for him inside of me. Because I know he wont give me that. 

So I let him suck my nipples, suck my breasts, nip my skin and gently hold me while he does, tongue dragging over my flesh as I cum from grinding on him. I collapse, groaning and whimper as the sounds come back, the faces, my dads words on the phone that night....his threats about Violet....i tremble, as Axl strokes my bare back and shushes me softly...soothing whispers and gentle touches of his hands and fingertips.

"it's okay....you're okay....i've got you." 

"i've got you Liviana" he whispers, kissing my temple. 

"easy...shhhh" he whispers as I tense and my nails dig into his back with my arms wrapped around him. my head tucked under his chin. 

"easy baby" he whispers. "I've got you"