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Liston Hills

School me Part 2




By


Shan R.K

















I had a plan, nobody told me he had one too.



































Copyright © 2017 Shan R.K

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Dainy





Three days


We all have a moment or few when we fly through life, forgetting the minuscule times whilst we focus on the bigger ones that will pave our way for a more ‘appealing’ future.


I've had some, the last one was just this week. I was paving my future of getting Sabastian Delroy out of it.


For the past three days I succeeded. I'd avoided Sabastian Delroy, even as I felt his presence lurking in the shadows, waiting. I succumbed to the touch of Reagan Orniel because he was the boy I'd always wanted, knowing that when I closed my eyes at night it wasn't his blue eyed gaze I sought and for three days I succeeded until Saturday afternoon when I switched on the wall mounted tv my dad kept in the dining area to watch the stock.

I was drinking a cup of coffee and waiting for Aiden to take me to see Rae. My white denim shorts and blue t-shirt I was wearing was exactly the outfit I needed to climb up the attic ladder that Rae and I would eventually end up doing so we can enjoy a few beers without her brothers sniffing our noses. I was still flying high, my day looking good.


Then everything just seemed to slow down as I listened to the brunette reporter, “… While investigators are attempting to get a name of the forty year old Jane doe found yesterday night just outside Liston Hills, insiders that found the body says that we could be looking at first degree murder..” Her voice faded from my listening as I stared at the corpse and what caught my eye, what really had me doing what I did next is the butterfly tattooed to her hand.


So now here I am, my still full coffee cup on the white ivory antique table and the ringing in my ear.


Talk.” The bite of Sabastian's voice on the other end of the phone I'm clutching like a lifeline in my trembling hand tells me that I've made the right choice in calling him. Sabastian will fix this.


It's Dainy, can we meet, it's important.” I say not knowing what else to.


He doesn't even think about it, not even a second of thought passes when he answers, “When and where?” And the relief in my tense shoulders lessens because that is the Sabastian I know, the guy that I once called mine.


So is it any wonder that I choose the one place I know won't be disturbed by anyone, “Our spot in twenty.”


When I get off the phone I let out a small scream when I find my brother lounging casually on the corner chair. His white tee and crisp jeans are new and the yellowing bruises on his face a few days old. My parents had left yesterday to New York so my brother was all too happy to come home.


Ready to go?” I ask him


“Yeah, who were you talking too?”


Sabastian, I need to go see him.” He is quiet for a beat and my heart rockets that my brother might know something is up.


He stands up and pulls his key out of his denims, “we’ll go the back way, I’ll drop you close to the cabin.”


My eyebrows shoot up, “How did you, how ah...” I stutter.


“You my sister Dainy, there isn't much I don't know. Come on.” He smiles a little and I follow him out the door.


The back route drive to the Delroy's and Stone Estate is mercilessly quiet. My brother’s comment is something that for some reason holds me in a haze between cautious curiosity and nervous understanding.


Our normally quiet roads are unnaturally busy today. This is Liston Hills, people are indoors, either having a party or attending one. If you not doing that then you must be working, or jumping on your helicopter leaving for the weekend. People in Liston Hills aren't out, driving their Porsches in the afternoon unless there's reason and we all know it's the forty year old Jane Doe, with the black butterfly tattooed to her flesh.


I shiver for no other reason than the image from the t.v while I watch the unusual bustle in my small community. Is there any other reason? We have one major mall and a couple of restaurants that knows a Saturday is a quiet day. Of course there is no other reason, and as we drive to our destination, my stomach turns and twists like a warning call of what's to come.


It's easy to spot the three storey cabin, which can be seen clearer from the end of the road as we skirt around the edges of the titanium enforced, brick covered walls surrounding The Estate.


Five miles pass the Estate entrance is the Delroy's cabin. My brother is still quiet, there is no music to fill the void unless I'm counting the loud drumming of my heart as I see the chrome metal that I know belongs to Sabastian parked out front as my brother drives up on to the driveway.

Are you going to be okay.” My brothers voice should help my sudden stupor but I remain silent. I'm not sure how to answer him, truth is It feels like I'm doing something wrong, like I'm betraying Reagan ‘cause my traitor of a body is excited, yet my scraped and beaten heart is still suffering the effects of Sabastian Delroy.


You know the one where you just have to block it out, and forget that you care for that person, forget that you saw your future only with that person as it consumed you, until you were there at the edge waiting for them to wrap their hands around your waist and whisper those delicious words you crave like the hit of caffeine in the morning. It came for me, he did it all, and I forgot about Reagan, I forgot about everything except him, Sabastian Delroy. Then he reminded me, he showed me why I hated him, why I was suppose to stay away from him. He showed me how it was to really rip someone to shreds, to leave them bleeding without a trace of evidence but the silent tears that leave the glow of a shattered heart behind. Sabastian Delroy taught me fear.


Reagan




You heard about the dead woman on the news, the whole towns talkin’ about it.” Talon, my ten year old half brother practically screams from across the room while he manages to still keep his game going on the split screen of the tv that's mounted to the wall. He lives for the weekends to play on his xbox and PlayStation, atleast he opened the blinds this time. I guess he’s getting bigger right before my eyes.


If Lucan were here he would be doing the same thing, just sitting his ass down and killing zombies. I, on the other hand have my moments when I spend the entire weekend just playing PlayStation, but they hardly ever happen.


Most of the time on weekends I’m outside burning the pavement with my sneakers or taking short trips to the mountain range for a good climb. It's amazing the amount of energy I have, well more like had, since I've been sleeping in Dainy’s bed this week I hadn't had much of that energy, in fact, I’m feeling extremely lazy today. Waking up at four to get your ass home isn't ideal when you got to be at school shortly after and still endure two hours of practice from Hitler himself. My coach is a psycho and that's putting it lightly. Good thing Dainy makes it worth my while.


I’ve just woken up buddy, what dead woman?” I stretch my arms in the air walking toward my little bro, that despite having a different mother, looks exactly like me. My boxer covered body flops down next to him on the Italian designed sectional. It's only then I notice he has on swimming trunks, which means his friends are coming over. He never swims at this time otherwise.


Some forty year old woman was found dead in the river just outside Liston, Jason said his mom called it murder.” His face lights up, and I swear sometimes I'm dumbfounded with what amuses young boys today.



I rub my face with my left hand and stare at my brother through my fingers. His face is stuck to the screen as his fingers, primarily his thumbs abuse the remote.



My mind is still a bit fuzzy from the long needed nap I had this morning but I'm not so out of it to know that there's more to the story. So like the big brother I am I pull the remote out of his hand and pause the game.


Hey, I was playing that, I'm telling dad.” He gripes and I roll my eyes as I drop the remote on the carpet.


You’ll get it back after you spill it.”


His blue eyes glower at me, “Dad left a few minutes after we saw the news, he said mom is going to be back later but when she was taking stuff outa the car the police came by and she left with them.”


Ha, where's Lara?” I question as he bends over my legs to get his remote.


Dad dropped her off for her play day at Uncle Hectors house, Aiden and Kylie came to visit for the weekend.” Lara wasn't having a play day to day, something is up, but I don't say this as I ruffle his head as he goes back to his game.


It's twenty minutes later after I jump out of the shower do I put my t.v on in my bedroom.


CNN finishes its financial report as I'm slipping on a white tee. I pick up the volume when the news bulletin returns.


“…After the dead body was found so close to Liston Hills. The town is famously known to occupy America’s richest families with multi billionaires Hector Stone and Andrew Delroy the death of Jane Doe is bound to cause an uproar in the small and quiet community.”


I frown and shake my head as I stare at the reporter on the screen. She holds the receiver plugged into her ear, letting us know that she's receiving something new.

I’ve just received a new report. It seems that one of Liston Hills founding families have just confirmed the name of the forty year old Jane Doe as a Gina Lorne.”


Who’s Gina Lorne.” I'm frozen in place, when Talon’s voice from the doorway to my bedroom has me answering him with two words that I’d never thought I’d ever rhyme with Gina Lorne.


“My mother.”



Sabastian





Have you ever seen beauty? You probably have, but have you really got to see it, taste it, live with it. Truth is, not many can answer that because you don't really know true beauty. Most people will never know it, many will never experience it, because there is no true beauty with out true love. The gut wrenching, earth quaking, soul binding kinda love. In order to really understand the beauty of anything you have to be infected by that heady inexplicable disease that wraps around you, infecting you bit by bit.


I have, her skin was the finest sculpture that God ever made, every slope, every Knick and glide ENRAPTURED me. The light dust of freckles painting her nose, teasing her cheek bones CAPTIVATED me. She called them imperfections, I called them entrapment because I never could help myself as I traced my finger lightly from one dot to the other.


The shape of her face, the curved bone from her jaw to her chin was enough to keep me HYPNOTIZED but her eyes when she stared at me from across the room CONDEMNED me. If you were ever lucky enough to stare into her gaze you’d swear it's black, but if you ever got close enough, you’ll realize it was the deepest gold you’ll ever see. So you see, my beauty was perfect, from the smell of her skin to her perfectly curved lips that weren't too big or too small but full lips that didn't tease you with seduction it guaranteed perfection.


Dainy Hallow was beauty until I crushed her by protecting her. Leaving Liston Hills wasn't difficult, but leaving my little Vixen sent me to the darkest parts of my mind and for one year I ruled it as judge, jury and executioner. I was lost and crushed when she warmed the bed of one of my closest friends even after she knew I was back, when she chose him over me. This past week was seven eternities of torture.


Just this morning I was willing to wait, willing to let her date Reagan and take a step back, but Dainy called me to our secret place, and something in me snapped.My grandmother told me the day she caught Dainy and I kissing under the mistletoe that it's not the one who holds her hand while she strolls in the light that will capture her heart, but the one she calls when there is no light left. She called me.


When I spot her scantly covered body in those tiny shorts at the front door of the cabin I am only a man, and she is my weakness. I can't take my eyes off of her for a second, even when Aiden greets me, even as he jumps in his car and leaves I still can't take my eyes off her.



If I knew we were dressing casually I would've carried a tie.” Her face flushes a bright red at the mention of my tie and If she wasn't the vision of my eyes at this moment I would have recalled every dirty thing I've done to her body with just a tie.



Did I ever mention that you an asshole,” She mutters.


Yes, mostly when you were begging me to let you come.” I shrug.


Dainy glares at me as her shapely legs trot up the three wooden steps while she flips off her shoes leaving them on the porch where I stand with my hands in my suit pockets, silently watching her disappear into the cabin as if she owns the place.


She actually does own the cabin and surrounding area but she doesn't have a clue. Dainy thinks this idle cabin that ‘magically’ appeared is mine. Truth is, I had it built for her when she was fifteen, a few days after her first real fight with her dad. Dainy and her father don’t know this, but that night when he swore my Vixen and told her to get out of his house I was in Aiden's room. I didn't have access to large sums of money at the time but one word with my dad and he was covering the cost. That's my father for you.


Upon hearing the scrape of a chair, I walk into the cabin, and with it I step foot into our past, where Dainy was just a girl and I was a starving beast.



Fifteen months ago…



Sabastian

Where are we going, this mask is dumb, why can't I just see where I'm walking?, you know you don't need an excuse to hold my hand.” She gripes for the umpteenth time.


I squeeze her hand in warning, “Vixen, don’t tempt me.”


We walk quietly after that, the vast expanse of open field comprising the outskirts of the Delroy and Stone Estate, eventually ends when we walk through the trees. The birds sing of new dawns and endless wonders as my vixen’s damp palm cups mine.


I'm nervous about today, Dainy and I have been an item for three months now and it's been four since I had sex. We didn't venture beyond kissing for the first few weeks, but last month my little Vixen started wondering, and wandering into adult territory. I've never met another couple like us. We're different, we crave things that aren't normal, we want things that aren't legal and forgive me father, because today I'm about to sin and Dainy Hallow is to be the willing victim.


Twenty minutes of slow walking, we stop by the three story cabin. Taking a big breath, I stand behind Dainy and cup her hips. She shivers as I bend down to suck a small piece of flesh on her neck. And my balls tighten when she artfully gives me access while pressing her round ass against my crotch.


The saltiness from the sheen of sweat glistening on her skin isn't enough to put me off her silky flesh, “take it off now!”


I take a step back after giving my command, my hands tucked into my suit pocket as I wait.


Pulling the blindfold off carelessly, she flings it on the ground. My mouth lifts into a smile at the entire thing. I'm spared a brief glance before she faces the cabin and gapes, “It's beautiful, Why didn't you tell me this was on the property.”



Technically it wasn't until recently, when I bought it.” Her eyes widen as a naughty twinkle dances behind her golden gaze, “This is yours?”


The word no is on the tip of my tongue but I know my beauty will feel uncomfortable with the truth, so I just smile in answer and walk up to her.


Dainy wants to kiss me, I can see it in her eyes as I grip her shoulders and spin her around to face the cabin. My hands naturally fall to her waist when she starts walking up the stairs to the porch, mumbling incoherent words.


When we get to the door I pull her back snugly to my front with one arm around her waist whilst the other feathers down her arm to her hand where I place the single key, “Open it.”


The tremble in her fingers as she holds the key in the palm of her hand is the only sign that she is as nervous as I am.


What is this cabin for Sabastian.”


I don't squander with mindless thoughts, I just answer in all honesty, “Us, this is our secret place.”




Thoughts fail my mind, my voice clogs thick in my throat as my jaw clenches at the familiarity of it all. The wooden beams crisscrossing along the roof, the chain linking the dim lighted antique crystal chandelier as its soft glow glimmers onto dark heated flooring. Soft couches surrounding a mounted tv made for comfort and leisure, while the spiral stairs remain directly opposite the front door not far from where I'm standing gives it a modern promise of class. All that is familiar, but not as familiar as the curvy blonde vixen leaning against the large floor to high top glass double doors with her hands on her hips glaring at me. Maybe if I was half the Saint my teachers thought I was I would’ve enlightened the beauty before me that glaring was just another way of flirting.


Why do you have to bring memories into everything?” Her words serve as lashes to my already abused pride and my feet take me closer to her as my voice finally starts to work but in a quiet timbre.


Why not?” I challenge her, watching the slow glide of saliva ride her throat as she swallows when I arch my brow, “Memories are powerful tools used to make the future. The best ones are the ones we crave, do you remember when you craved me Dainy?.” Watching the tilt of her head and the jut of her chin I know my Vixen is paying attention. Maybe she isn't as lost as I thought. It's no sooner that I'm standing right in front of her. Earth aromas mixing with the unique subtle yet potent scent that is purely Dainy drifts into my nose on a deep inhale that I could taste it on the tip of my tongue as I part my lips.


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