Despair

The drive continues and the two of you cross the state line before the sun starts to rise. Melissa looks back at you again in the rear view mirror hesitating before speaking “we’re going to need to get a different car” you smirk at her “not wanting to be noticed in this dented mess” you take a swig of the bottle of wine. She scowls “Yes, if we want to get anywhere we need to lay low.” she swallows and you can tell she is still struggling with helping you escape. You shrug “Why not just pull over and stick out your leg till some horny sap offers you a ride.” You emphasize the last word making clear the innuendo.

Melissa slams on the breaks as she pulls over and throws the door open and begins storming down the road on foot…not running but with a heavy stride and her hands clenched at her sides, quickly you get out and catch up to her to seize her arm which is answered by her whirling around to slap you hard across the face, she could hardly hope to do any real damage but she was angry and her watering eyes and furious expression make it clear she is breaking.

“You asshole first dad, then mom, then my s…sister…Angela is….and now YOU…I…I liked you and now your…is there anything in that head of yours but dicks and pussy…why’d you have to become a demon…you bastard!” she slammed a fist against your chest as the damn broke and she cursed you and all that had happened to her. Bringing a hand to her cheek in mock tenderness you put on a warm smile and met her eyes “I can still love you Melissa.”

She is tear stained and out of breath as she meets your eyes, you can see the faint hope in her eyes as they search yours thinking to find something you both knew was no longer there, she didn’t pull away but frowned “liar” you could tell her breathing was becoming labored under your touch and proximity, fresh wetness staining her beneath her pants that already betrayed the scent of her previous arousal, her nipples visibly tenting her shirt. Keeping your gaze, she stood there…she seemed so tired, so ready to give up the fight, all it would take would be one kiss and her despair would vanish…her hand stroked your chest as she rubbed her lips together…