Damon

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Summary

17 year old Grace has the dream life at her age. Good grades, a best friend, boyfriend, supportive family. But once she starts having nightmares of this terrifying but attractive guy named Damon, can she keep her sleep separate from reality? They're just dreams, right? WARNING: This book contains mature content as in language, violence, and sexual content. 18+

Genre
Horror/Erotica
Author
Em
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Chapter 1

I hear his footsteps staggering closer to the door as I try to silence my heavy breathing. Where am I? Hiding in a stall in my school bathroom? But why? It doesn't feel like the filthy bathroom I visit frequently. It's... different.


I look around above me and the lights are dim, almost giving a blue hue. There are more cracks in the ceiling and the stall walls. More graffiti. What happened? And how did I get here again? I'm hiding. From him. That, I know. Yet, who is he? And why is he searching for me?


I hear somewhat banging footsteps stop in front of the bathroom door. If my breathing won't give away my hiding spot, my heartbeat trying to pop out of my chest sure will.


I slowly step onto the toilet seat and squat down. Covering my mouth, I try not to let a sob seep out when the jiggle of the doorknob brings tears to pour down my already soaked face.


The door opens with a creak. "Grace?" A deep husky voice questions softly. Great, he somehow knows my name. "Beautiful Grace." He sounds so angelic and warm but the hint of darkness that comes out tells me that he is nothing of the sort.


Two steps come closer. Those two steps make me want to vanish into thin air. Still covering my mouth, more warm tears come plunging. He's in front of the stall.


Silence is still at first, then I hear shuffling. I know where he is. At the bottom of the stall door but I am too afraid to look down.


Gaining enough courage, my eyes travel south. "Hi, Grace." There he is, head and shoulders sticking out from under the stall, looking right at me. He looks menacing. In a swift move, his arm comes from underneath and tugs at my leg.


I'm screaming at the top of my lungs. Can no one hear me? He grabs me too hard that I slip off the toilet, almost banging my head on it. I'm being dragged from under the stall till I'm lying on the dirt-stained floor, him on top of me. Face to face. It's like I can barely see his face. Just a blur. Although his hair is a soft dark brown. Almost black. Styled perfectly with a strand that comes down, touching the hazy face.


I manage to slide out from under him but he's too fast as he grabs my shoulders and slams my head against the tile wall. Pain shoots through my head and I can't think.


He just stares at me. Like he's a lion and I'm a defenseless zebra. And he sure is starving. Pressing down on my shoulders, his eyes go up and down my face. "Who are you?" I barely make out.


He pauses for a moment before he says, "Damon."


With the little energy I have left in me, I croak out, "Don't kill me, please." I'll beg on my knees if he wants me to. I don't want to die. I'm only 17, I have a life, best friend, boyfriend, family, and a life plan.


"That's far from what I want to do." He whispers and next thing I know, warm lips attack my jaw, then make their way down to my neck. I'm confused. Very confused. He licks my neck a little before sucking on it. It almost feels good? No, my mind brings me back to the situation I am in and I can figure out where this is leading.


I try to lift my legs up to kick him off of me except, his body weight is just too much. He already has my arms pinned down by his massive hands. "Get off me!" I whine out.


Without responding, his knees go in between my legs, pushing them from each other. I fight with all the might I have left in me but he's just too strong. Cold hands make their way to my hips and slide under my shirt slowly.


I'm screaming so loud trying to get him off but it's not doing anything. The hands are up to my rib cage, his lips still on my neck threatening to go lower, and his pelvis almost touching mine.


He's enjoying the struggle I'm in. My screams and terror turn him on. What kind of sick bastard.


A ringing starts banging into my ears. What is that? He doesn't seem bothered by it as he continues assaulting my neck with his tongue. It sounds so familiar yet I can't put my finger on it. It's getting louder and louder.


Woah.


I'm in my room. In my bed. I sit up and my head is killing me. That was a dream? What the hell? My mind is filled with confusion as I could have sworn it was actually happening.


I turn to the ringing sound coming from my phone and click it to stop. It saved me from whatever that boy was about to do to me. I lay in bed, taking a minute to recover from that extremely vivid nightmare. It's like I can still feel those lips on my neck.


~~~~


It's my first day of senior year and I'm ready to make this the best year of my life. I kicked ass my last three years at this school so I can have the best time this year.


I meet up with my best friend and my boyfriend at our usual hang-out spot by the gym.


"Grace!!" Jen's loud voice shouts once she sees me heading toward them. "Are you ready to rule this fucking school?"


"I sure am!" I giggle as I stop in front of them.


Jen then turns to Jacob who's sitting on the table and hasn't said a word. "Jacob put on your invisible crown, we're the kings and queens of the school now."


"I will, I will. But aren't you guys kind of sad that it's our last year?" He questions.


"Look baby, we're seniors now and we need to have fun and enjoy our last moments here so we can tell our future kids all the senior memories we had, okay? Let's not think about when it's over." I tell him as I grab his hand to pull him closer and peck him on the lips.


"Well, I can't wait to get out of this shit hole." Jen states as she opens a granola bar from her book bag and stuffs it in her mouth.


"Hey, give me some." I demand.


"No hoe, it's mine." She says as she lifts her arm to keep it out of my reach.


I step up onto the table and try to grab it out of her hand as she pulls it further from me. I'm basically on top of her when the granola bar falls on the floor catching whatever germs and bacteria are on the surface.


As unfortunate as that is, all three of us start laughing and the bell that signals to go to our first period starts ringing.


Moments like these make me realize how much I love these people. I can't think of anyone else to be my best friend and I have the best boyfriend in the world. These people, they're my home.


~~~~


The school day is over and I invited Jacob to come over and watch a movie. We're currently sitting on my bed scrolling through Netflix trying to find something to watch. I wish I can just jump on him and kiss him to death but my mom always wants us to have my door open so we don't do anything like that.


Speaking of which, my mom then appears at my door. "I hope you guys don't mind, Melina missed her bus and she needs me to pick her up. I'll be out for a bit, please behave."


"Of course mom, we'll just be watching a movie or something." I mentally thank my sister for stupidly missing her bus.


"Okay, hopefully I won't be long." I then hear her walk down the stairs and out the front door.


I look up at Jacob who then looks down at me. "Sooo.."


"Sooo.." he responds.


"I guess this means we can kiss a little." I say to him, hoping that he agrees.


"Or.." he looks at me and shrugs. "A lot." He grabs my waist and flips me under him.


My hand goes up to behind his neck as I pull his face onto mine. Immediately, I feel his tongue trying to gain entrance into my mouth. I let it in and feel it explore inside. His waist pushes onto mine and it feels so exciting.


"I love you, Grace." He stops kissing me to say.


"I love you too, Jacob. So much." I reply and pull him closer to me.


We've been making out for about three minutes now. I don't ever want it to end. My tummy shivers as I feel a hand rub against it and make its way up to my bra. He cups over it and moans. His other hand takes mine from behind his neck and pulls it above my head. This is so hot. He removes the right hand from my breast and lowers it to the hem of my jeans. I'm so lost in the moment that I barely feel him unbuttoning them and push his fingers into my underwear.


"Wait!" I call out as I'm starting to realize what's happening. "What are you doing?"


"Uh, doing what normal couples do?" He responds.


"I think we're fine with just the kissing." I tell him as I sit up.


"Why won't you have sex with me?" He questions, catching me off guard.


"What? You want to have sex? Are you kidding?" He knows I'm not ready for that. We've discussed it so many times before. I told him maybe after high school but for now, I don't feel comfortable.


"We've been together for almost two years Grace. Don't you think it's time? I love you and I want to show you my love."


"You can show me your love in so many other ways than sex, Jacob."


"Ugh Grace, every other couple has sex by now. Why is it that I have to stick to jacking my meat every day when I have a whole ass girlfriend? That's what single losers do, not guys in relationships."


Is he joking with me right now? "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not ready! If you love me as much as you say you do, you would respect that!" I will never let a guy pressure me into sex and if this is gonna continue to be a problem with us, we have to figure something out, or else I can't do it and might have to leave as much as that will kill me.


"Look babe, I'm a guy. We're horny literally all the fucking time. And if we have girlfriends as gorgeous as you, it makes it twice as hard. No pun intended." He states as he stands up. I look down and sure enough, there's his dick trying to pop out of his jeans. I did that? Damn. "I know you see it. Are you really gonna leave me here with blue balls? We don't have to have sex, maybe I can teach you a thing about handjobs or blowjobs if you're up to it?"


"No Jacob. I don't want to do any of that, I'm sorry." I know I'm 17 and most girls my age have done a little bit of something but if I don't feel ready, I don't feel ready and that's that.


"Okay then, if you don't mind I'm gonna leave. At least my right hand will give me some action." He grabs his book bag and heads towards my door without even looking at me.


"See you tomorrow?" I question him but he doesn't respond as he walks out the door.

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