Unseen Strings

Chapter 12

No luck.

The door was smooth.

I panicked, my breath heightening in intensity. I heard JJ clear his throat from nearby. What would happen if he saw me? What would he do to me?

Without another thought, I hurried back into my room. I pulled the door closed as quietly as I could and hid myself in the bed.

"Angel?" I heard JJ call from a bit away. "Angel?" His voice came closer and I could hear his footsteps. "Are you awake?" the door opened.

I did not speak, burying myself deeper into the bed.

"Angel," he came into the room.

My breath became erratic.

"Angel..." he was directly over me. "I know you saw me," he grasped onto the blanket and yanked it off of me.

His hands reached down and pulled my face toward him. I felt my cheeks rush with warmth. The overlight was still on, and JJ stood there scantily clad. He was shirtless, with only a pair of shorts covering him. I had never seen him so undressed...even when he was jerking off, he was mostly clothed, and my eyes were elsewhere. His hair was wet, and I noticed a tattoo on his upper arm. He leaned down over me, and I saw something on his shoulder. His eyes were dark as he held onto my chin.

"You saw me, didn't you?" he smirked a bit.

I could not respond...my heart hammered in my chest and I could hear the sound of my own screaming soul in my ears.

"I know you did..." he climbed over on top of me, "I know you saw me..." his smirk turned into a full smile. "Did you like what you saw?" He sat on my hips.

"I-I," I strained to speak.

"It's alright to like it." He leaned down. "I liked how you stared at me jerking off my cock while I smelt your panties..." His lips brushed my head. "Are you afraid?" He pulled back, staring down into my eyes. A gold chain fell around his neck, and at that angle, I saw the tattoo on his shoulder...it said Angelina, and was bookended on one side by a heart. As his body lowered onto mine, my hands went up instinctively, holding onto his shoulders. His muscles flexed as he chuckled lowly. "Like what you see?" he raised himself, turning his arm, displaying the tattoo on his shoulder and upper arm.

A lion's head stared confidently forward above a group of roses with prickling thorns stared at me. I didn't know he had tattoos...and Laci never mentioned it. They had lived together for so long; how could she not know about those tattoos? I hadn't even noticed that his ears were pierced before now...how could I have been so blind?

JJ was...not the man I thought I knew, and he definitely wasn't the man Laci thought she knew...he was...he was something altogether different. Wealthy, phantom-like, strong, stubborn, and obviously...obsessive. The first time I met him...it was in Laci's house, and it was only for a second. We didn't even speak. Our eyes met, and while I agreed he was handsome, I knew he was out of my league, five years older...already vastly wealthy...and yet here I was, he was half naked, looming over me, with my name tattooed on his skin—JJ...whose last name I didn't even know.

"Hey," his voice broke my trance. "You aren't paying much attention to yourself, are you?" he gestured downwards.

I felt my body jerk as I realized my legs had fallen open, and he was situated between them. The only thing keeping our body parts from touching was the cloth of his shorts...I felt something touching my chest and looked to see one of his hands squeezing my breast. His other hand was poised ominously on the iron bed frame above my head. It was like a warning, his potion on me...it warned of things he wanted to do to me, that I had never experienced...and he knew it. My virginity, the thing I had held onto for so long, he knew about it; he had to. I turned my face away from him, and suddenly his hips moved. I felt something rubbing on my uncovered pussy. My eyes shot back up to him. His cheeks were slightly pink, and he was panting a little. He put his head on mine, then his lips met mine. I grabbed onto his shoulders and tried to shove him back, but he was like stone. He would not move, and I felt his tongue tracing my lips. I gasped as I felt him rub against my pussy, and when my lips parted, he shoved his tongue in my mouth. I squealed into his mouth, and I felt him smile. He bit my lip roughly and then broke away. I gasped for air as he licked my blood from his lips.

My first kiss....gone!

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time," he laughed, sitting up straight, ramming his hips into me.

I moaned uncosiouly.

"Don't worry about this," he said, moving his hip again. "You've only just found out it's me...I know it's a lot to take in..." he continued, "I won't fuck you tonight." He stole another kiss before ripping himself off of me. "Sleep tight!" He beamed as he left the room, turning off the light as he did.

Like lightning, he had come, struck, and had gone. With him went my first kiss... the first touches of a man on my body...I could feel the wetness pooling beneath my pussy, and I knew he felt it too. I was petrified on the bed, a warm wetness on my lips. They bled where JJ had bitten them. I wanted to scream out for help, to cry out of the window near me...but my body wouldn't budge. JJ could've taken everything from me in that moment, my first kiss, the first touches, my virginity...but he didn't, he left my virginity intact, but took with him everything else.

Laci

A couple of hours ago.

I couldn't believe my eyes as Angelina ran away down the street. She went as fast as those damned shoes I gave her allowed.

"Rosie!" I cried. "Rosie!"

She didn't turn around, she didn't look back.

The man went after her, a terrifying calm about him as he walked. I ran forward, tried to knock him down, but it was useless. He saw me before I reached him and shoved me backward as I neared him. He didn't speak; his helmet concealed his face. He wore black gloves and heavy boots. He stalked near me, and I screamed. The bouncer at the door started over, but the man vanished, his focus clearly not on me, but on Angelina.

"Laci!" John called, rushing to my side. "Are you alright?"

"Angelina!" I pointed. "She went that way!"

"What about her?" he looked in the direction I pointed.

"She ran off that way!" I continued as he helped me to my feet.

"And?" He shrugged, "She didn't wanna be here anyway," he put his arm around me and led me back toward the club.

"No! You don't understand!" I tried to make him listen.

"I didn't think you liked her much anyway!" He scoffed.

I didn't want to respond to that. I didn't mean to be as distant and cold to her as I had been. We had been friends since we were 16...but our paths were diverging, and if she hadn't had her stalker, I wasn't sure if we would've stayed friends. He kept her tied down, not literally, but mentally. She was shy, reserved, and unwilling to change. I was her only friend left, but when the stalker took a sabbatical, she seemed to devote more time to her studies and had less time for me. I put up more walls and found new friends, especially over the past few months, and I never really said anything good about Angelina to them...she was always my friend from high school without a social life who didn't know what to wear, how to speak, how to act, or indeed how to live...I had given no one a good picture, so John Mark's callous brush-off was deserved. Now that she was in danger, he wouldn't have believed me. He led me into the club, and I pretended not to care about Angelina. I danced, and I even had a drink or two. Not long after, my cellphone rang, and the name "Rosie" popped up on the screen. I raced outside and picked up.

"Rosie!?" I cried.

"Laci? It's JJ." He spoke coolly into the phone.

"JJ?" I was taken aback, "Why the fuck do you have Rosie's phone? Are you with her right now?
"I'm with Angel," he continued. I felt my heart stop at the name he called her... Usually, he never called her anything apart from Angelina or my friend. "She's... a little upset." I heard a noise in the background, "I'm taking her home," he paused. "Don't worry, Laci."

"JJ!" I shouted, "JJ, wait!"

" She's with me."

"JJ! What the fuck?!" I cried. Something felt wrong, off, in his tone, his casual demeanor.

"She's safe with me."

"JJ! Don't!" I fumed.

He hung up.