The wait was finally over, but the anticipation was as persistent as ever. In fact, the air was thick with it. Though that may have been something else; much less pleasant. Chase used that awkward moment when someone first lets you in a house to pull out his inhaler. He deeply breathed in twice, as he used it, and instantly began to get control of his breath.
His nerves, on the other hand, were still very much out of control. The Sad Girl's house wasn't what he was expecting, it wasn't a house at all, but at least she seemed to be the one from the pictures. The light in the kitchen only managed to illuminate the front of the trailer, and his eyes made a futile attempt at adjusting to the living room area as he took a look around him.
“Are you cold still?” her voice startled him, though he wasn't sure why.
“Hmm, sorry, what?” he said as he turned to take a look at her.
“Your hands are shaking.” she pointed at them while walking past him towards the darkness of the other room. “Still, I guess.”
He hadn't realized it, but he was indeed shaking. It wasn't so much that he was cold, which he was of course, but rather that he war far more nervous than he had anticipated being. For weeks, he had been fantasizing and romanticizing meeting this girl, but it could never prepare him for just how he would feel following through with it. Live for the moment. Enjoy it. With that thought, he followed her into the living room and she gestured for him to have a seat on the couch next to her.
“Come, have a seat. Sorry it's so dark in here, we need to replace some of the wiring for this part of the house.”
He sat next to her, and she pulled her legs up onto the couch so that she was nearly touching him. It dawned on him that he seemed to be the only nervous one of the two, even though her voice was so meager and soft.
“I thought you lived in a house?”
Her brow turned up as she looked over the room.
“This is a house, isn't it? I mean, it's my home.”
“I guess you're right. When you told me you guys had a new bathtub, I just figured that you were in a house.” he said, not trying to be judgmental, but likely coming off that way.
“Trailers have bathrooms too, Chase.” she said, sounding much more confident in her tone. “And ours happens to have a really fancy new tub, thank you very much.”
The look on her face was that of annoyance, and perhaps something else...something deeper. But he couldn't tell just what it was about her, or her gaze.
“I'm...sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'm just...”
“Nervous?” she finished for him.
“Sort of, yeah. I haven't actually met anyone from any of those apps or websites before. In person, I mean.” he said. “It's cool though, I'm glad I came.”
It was as if he calmed himself down by saying that, or perhaps her demeanor made him feel more at ease. He noticed that he wasn't shivering as much as he was before and his breathing had leveled out. The longer the two of them sat there, the easier everything seemed to be for him. The worries he had about her age, about his fiancee, about the danger of it all, were all slowly floating deeper to the back of his mind. He still wasn't completely sure that he could go through with anything physical, but he was proud that he'd had come all this way to meet her.
“That's neat. I haven't really met anyone on there either.” she said, as she played with what looked like a cut of ribbon. “Well, that's not entirely true, I guess. But you're the only one that I've really been excited about meeting.”
“Oh? Why me?” he said in a playful sort of tone, surprising himself by how joyful and easy it came out of him.
“That's an easy question, you were super nice to me. And you didn't mind that I wasn't being completely honest with you. You know, about my age and all that.”
“Well, it sort of bothered me at first, I'm not going to lie.” he replied. “But you seemed worth getting to know, and I didn't want you to feel like you made me mad or anything like that.”
Now it was Molly who had a sudden moment of calming nerves, as she seemed to loosen her already relaxed posture next to him. She kept playing with the ribbon, however, without missing a beat. Twisting and turning it though each of her fingers, before pulling it back out straight. Her eyes were focused on that task, yet she spoke as though Chase had her undivided attention.
“I'm glad you wanted to get to know me still after I told you. Most guys just sort of stop replying after I tell them I'm fifteen.” she said, it with an unusual sort of stammer when saying her age. “Guess they don't think I'm old enough to enjoy adult things? Which is dumb, because I'm plenty mature and who doesn't like sex, right?”
“Or maybe they don't want to get in trouble?” Chase said, again surprising himself with his own words and the sudden nature of which they came out.
“Trouble? I guess. But trouble can be fun, sometimes, can't it?” she said, now looking at him through the lines of ribbon tangled through her fingers.
“Not that kind of trouble.” he said with a bit of a laugh.
There was something not completely natural with how their conversation was going. Chase couldn't tell if it was because they were both still attempting to get a grasp on the situation, or if it was because of the age difference. Or if it was something else, the uneasy feeling he had felt in her words earlier. So much of him was glad that they were seemingly getting along, while a small part of him thought that the best thing to do would be to make an excuse to leave. It was a sudden swell from somewhere deep inside of him that made him want to get up and run. A sense of “fight or flight” unlike any that he had ever felt. But just as suddenly as it appeared, a calming rush washed those feelings away.
“You don't want to leave, do you?” she said to him, in the same weak voice she had when she had first opened the door to greet him.
“I...no. No, of course I don't.”
“Good. You want to watch a movie, talk for awhile, or did you just want to fuck?” she said.
Gone was the soft voice, replaced by a much more confidant, demanding, sounding one.
And gone too was any good sense Chase had left. He couldn't have left even if he wanted after that.
An hour had gone by and felt like many more. It was though he was under some sort of spell and he liked every moment of it. Every worry he had was a distant memory now, and he was simply just focused on her. She was still that sad looking girl with the faint voice, but it seemed as though part of her was something much more mature. Chase couldn't remember exactly what they had been talking about, but he knew that it was enjoyable. He knew that he had never felt this way about another person, let alone someone that he had just met in person. Things were shaping up to be a very memorable night.
But there was something that still seemed so off, so wrong. It was as if he was conversing with two different people at the same time. It wasn't just her voice, or her body language, but something else. She would fluidly go from one tame topic to the next before suddenly becoming hyper sexual. Had he been in any other kind of situation, it might have made him wary, but it was late. And now that he had warmed up, and gotten over his initial nerves, he was ready for more. He wanted all of her, regardless of her age or the odd way things had been since he arrived. He saw the warning signs, but sped right on past them. He wanted to touch her, to feel her smooth skin. And he wanted to kiss her, to taste her.
“I'm so glad I actually came over tonight.” he said, doing all he could to hide his anticipation for what he knew must be coming soon. “This is the coolest night I've had in a long time.”
“Is that because it's so cold out or...” she said in a playfully mocking voice with a devilish smile pulling at the corner of her lips.
“You know what I mean, please.” he said with a laugh.
“I'm sure we could find something to do that could warm us both up, don't you?” came her reply, this time much less mocking than before. Her words flowed through him like hot water.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I did say we just had a new tub put in...” she said, in that seductive, mature sounding voice that startled him every time. “How about I start the water, and you can strip down out here. Then I'll tell you when to come in. It'll be a nice surprise for you, trust me.”
“I think it'd be more fun if we both went in together, don't you?” he said, wanting to skip any sort of game.
“No, no. Trust me, Chase. It'll be so much better if you wait for me to go in first. Remember those pictures I sent you earlier? How sexy I looked all wet and wanting you?”
She was certainly right about one thing: her pictures were incredibly sexy. And he couldn't wait to see her like that in person. But he could wait a few more minutes, if that is what she desired. So he agreed to it, and she made her way down the hall of the trailer, to what he assumed was her mother's room. He wasn't entirely confident in the way his body looked, but it didn't matter now. As soon as she left the room, he started to undress down to his boxers. He could hear her running the bath, and had to restrain himself from following her. The combination of the wait, the sound of the water, and knowing that he was about to hook up with a hot, and new, girl was far too much. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally heard her voice call out for him to come. He took a deep breath to steady himself and walked down the hallway towards the room at the end.
None of the lights were on the bedroom, and he had trouble seeing as he entered. His eyes, adjusted to the dimness from the living room, still took a moment to gather the surroundings. He could see that the bathroom had a faint light on seeping out of the cracked door. But first, he had to make his way around what was a large bed for the size of the room, and a pile of clothes and other things in the way. Her mother's room seemed a lot more cluttered and messy than the rest of the already cluttered and messy house. This barely slowed him down at all, however, and he was to the door before he could even remember climbing over it all. He softly knocked on the door, and pushed it open a bit.
“Molly?” he asked, in unison with opening the door so that he could look in.
“Come on in, I'm ready for you and that big, thick cock to slam me in the bath.”
That was, once again, the confident and incredibly sexy voice that seemed to come and go. But that wasn't who he saw when he opened the door all the way. In the faint light of just one bulb above the mirror, and through the steam from the hot water in the air, he saw the faint image of Molly sitting on the edge of the tub. She was completely nude, but was sitting in a way that she was covering herself. She had her head down and her shoulders slumped, with her elbows resting on her knees. She was still playing with the ribbon in her hands, as she had been before. It was the sort of pose that a person is in when crying, not begging to be fucked.
“Are...are you okay?” he asked. Bewildered by what he was seeing.
“Of course I am. Aren't you? Don't you want this too?” she asked him, without as much as a look his way. The water in the bath was nearly to the edge of the tub, and seemed to be as hot as it could possibly go.
“I...I don't know, this just seems...I don't know.” he replied, as if the reality of what was happening was finally overriding that sense of excitement he had felt all night. “I think this might be a mistake.”
“Wait! No! Please don't go!” she said, finally looking up. Her eyes were wide and wild, almost panicked. “You said you were going to use me!”
“I know, but...”
“No! No, you promised me. You said you were going to fuck me, and cum inside me in the bath.” she was persistent, and this was the first time she said something like that in what he thought was her normal tone of voice. That may have been what caused him to stay, though everything else told him to run.
“You're right, I'm sorry. I did promise. And I would love to do that right now.” he said, mustering as much bravado as he could so that she knew that he still wanted it. He didn't want to let her down, and he pushed away any second thoughts that came after seeing her in such a pathetic position.
“Perfect. Now come over here.” she said, the innocence was gone once more, and with that mischievous, almost evil smile returning to her face. “I need you more than ever.”
That would be the last thing Chase remembered hearing her say. He walked up to her, and finally placed his hands on her. And the moment both of his hands made contact with her shoulders, his world went dark.
And life itself was washed away in a river of scorching pain, sorrow, and horror that he would forever be a part of now.
And in that wave of utter terror, he finally felt her.
All of her hatred and fury.
All of her.