Playing with Fire

This is what i've come up with so far for part of the first chapter...





"Please stop!" I yelled,

Though I know it was a waste of time. He wouldn’t listen to me, he never does. Laying here I could barely move, my breath was coming out in small huffs. The body on top of me was crushing the air out of my lungs.

“You can’t do this” I said, as I felt his rough hands sliding up my bare thigh.

“You’re not supposed to be doing this,” I glued my eyes shut. The smell of his perspiration and cheap cologne was intense.

“You know I love you.” He rasped, pushing my hair out of my face, “I love you so, so much my dear Charlene.”

He then proceeded to kiss my neck.

“Why” I whispered, “If you love me, why are you doing this.” Tears began to break surface, as I tried so hard to keep them from falling.

“Because I love you Charlene, I’ll never let you go, you’ll always be mine.” He looked in to my eyes and his grin turned in to a more sinister one.

I jumped out of bed in a cold sweat. This is the third time this week I’ve had that stupid dream. I looked over at the alarm clock, and noticed I had a couple more minutes before I had to report to work. I hopped out of bed, and quickly threw on my uniform. I walked down to the kitchen, and grabbed some granola bars. It’s the end of summer and its still smoldering hot here in Detroit, but I prefer the hot weather to crazy Detroit winters.

“Charlie could you run a couple errands for me before you leave,” my mother yelled coming down the stairs.

“You look good and able,” I said, grabbing some Apple juice.

“Charlie,you don’t always have to be such a brat, could you do your mother a favor?” she asked conjuring up a helpless look. Obviously she wasn’t trying too hard because I could easily see the irritation in her eyes. They always carried that irritation these days. Ever since I cut my hair in to a short bob, and got some red-purple highlights. Which, according to my mother, make me look like a demented girl that just got out of juvie. She never fails to remind me how pretty I used to look with my shoulder-length hair, which was thick and a nice rich ebony color. It was a good contrast to my skin, which was sandalwood brown.

“Nah, I don’t think I have it in me” I bit in to the granola bar, and I could feel my stomach doing flips.

“Ma, you have to buy these more often, there the bomb,” I grabbed my purse and walked out, leaving my mother looking stupid.



I know its not much but thats all i got