Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I nailed down the windows in the bedroom where I figured she’d be spending most of her time in the beginning. Next, I put a new lock on the outside of the bedroom door and one on the front and back doors as well just in case.
When I was done with the house, I went out to the barn and cut me some rope, whistling all the while. All in all it was a good deal. I’d already found a bride, and made her home ready. All that was left was to go get her.
That night, I sat down and worked out a plan of action. It was like a game to me, my own mating ritual if you will. Only I knew what I was after but that was okay.
I was sure that in the end my angel would fall in line. I wasn’t planning to mistreat her after all, but to treat her the way all women ought to be.
I knew because my daddy had told me long ago that it was a woman’s place to give her man as many children as her body could hold, just as it was a man’s place to provide for his family, and not just food and shelter, but love. I figure I was halfway there already. If the way she stays on my mind is anything to go by anyhow.
I figured since I had the means to take care of her, the girl would be happy with her plight before long. In most of her social media posts she was always complaining about life. I figure my kid in her belly would give her something to focus on.
Out here she wouldn’t have much to worry about because there won’t be anyone around to bother her or stress her as she puts it. All she’d have to do for the rest of her days is raise my babies and keep me company; no stress in that.
I plan to treat her well so she would have all the love she could ever need, and with me she wouldn’t have to worry about cheating and such like she and her girlfriends be talking about on that Facebook.
5
Melanie
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I’m not sure but I could swear someone is following me. I’ve had this strange feeling for the past few weeks, but every time I look around there’s never anyone there. Still I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.
I probably should’ve said something to someone, but I felt silly since I had no proof. That night I came back to the dorm from my job at the diner where I’d walked my feet into the ground, and not for the first time wished I could be like one of those trust fund babies whose daddies had deep pockets.
I knew getting an education was the only way to break the cycle of trailer trash teenage motherhood that was prevalent where I came from, but some days I wished things could be easier.
I wish I could just concentrate on school and not have to worry about anything else, but my scholarship didn’t cover much more than my classes and the room I shared with my roommate. I still had to feed and clothe myself.
Mom was no help; all her money was spent on booze and whatever no good man she was shacking up with at the moment. I fumed silently as I took my shower before bed.
I turned out the lights and fell into sleep the way I always do after a long night slinging hash and grits. I don’t know how much time had gone by, how long I was out before I felt something or someone in the room with me.
Somehow, I knew it wasn’t my roommate because of the way the person seemed to stay in the shadows. Great, the one night she was away. I kept my eyes closed as sudden fear overtook me. I wanted to jump off the bed and run but my limbs refused to work.
I sensed movement coming from the corner and squeezed my eyes shut tighter. He was coming closer. I don’t know how I knew it was a male, but who else would sneak into my room in the middle of the damn night?
When I felt as if the intruder was leaning over me in the little twin bed, I willed myself not to open my eyes. I knew if he knew I was awake that might only make things worse. I remained still, my body tense as I awaited his next move.
I felt his hand gently brush the hair at my temple and held my breath. “Soon Angel.” I think that’s what the dark shadow said. What did he mean? I stupidly opened my eyes when the hand on my brow went away, but by the time they adjusted to the dark whoever he was-was gone.