It's the Fear

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning, with a sore shoulder and sort of sore between my legs. I groaned and shut my eyes, wanting to sleep longer, but I had to go to school.

And see all the people I fucking hate. I growled mentally and then got out of bed. Instead of jeans, I put on very comfortable black and white plaid pants and then a long sleeved black shirt and my leather jacket, deciding to wear my airwalks this time.

I winced slightly after getting dressed (I had taken a shower and then bandaged my shoulder up). It wasn’t painful, just somewhat uncomfortable. I tried not to show my grimacing when I walked downstairs for a short breakfast and then headed off to school.

Rachel was at it being a bitch again and during 3rd hour while the teacher was gone, she and her fucking group of whores decided to corner me and shout and chant nasty words and remarks at me.

My heart was pounding in my ears, in my head. It was all too much. I was going to explode. Finally, I did. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” I screamed at them and immediately, the whole room went silent.

Rachel was shocked for all two seconds before she slapped me hard across the face, her long nails raking my face. Then she kicked me in the stomach, causing me to fall onto my back. “You little bitch!!” she shrieked in her high, preppy voice. “You think you can talk to me like that? Huh?!”

She stomped down on my side, on my ribs and my hazel eyes went wide with terror when I realized my ribs were cracking. I tried to get her to stop, but she kept stomping on my ribs until the school bell rang.

“What a worthless idiot.”

“I hope she kills herself. Nothing but a burden on society.”

I managed to get out of the room without anybody noticing and hurried to the bathroom, wheezing and wincing, holding my left side. There were definitely a couple broken ribs. I felt a sensation in my throat and I started coughing hard. So hard I coughed up blood into the sink.

“F-fuck….” I swore quietly, wiping up the blood and cleaning up the sink.

“It seems like that girl needs to be taught a lesson.”

I gasped and whirled around, finding the King of Nightmares standing there in the shadows of the room. I narrowed my eyes at him. “What the hell do you want?”

He chuckled. “Now, is that anyway to speak to me after what I gave you last night?”

My face blushed bright red and I glared at him. “Shut up!” I hissed, wheezing more. “You did that against my will!”

“Ah, but you enjoyed it, did you not?”

I growled, wanting to punch that smug grin off his face. “Just get out of here. I’m not in the mood.”

Before I could leave, he was suddenly right in front of me and I yelped, backing away from him in an instant and was suddenly cornered against the wall. His right hand came up to my face, the side that had been cut by Rachel’s nails. I almost flinched at his touch and then came to realize that his touch was not cool like it was yesterday, but instead it was warm.

“Tsk….that girl will pay dearly for what she has done.” He spoke and I could hear the seriousness in his voice. Sand traveled out of his hand and it slithered across my cheek and this time I did flinch as the sand slithered across the cuts and within seconds, they felt extremely better.

“What did you-?”

“I healed you. Now for your ribs….”

I was about to ask what he was going to do and then my face heated up when I felt his hand go underneath my shirt, resting on the skin above my ribs. I winced from the pain, but warmth began to spread across my skin and then I realized he was healing my ribs.

I sighed in the warmth and once it was all done, his hand seemed like it was going to leave, but then I was surprised to find his hand slipping into my pants. “W-w-wait! Don’t! You can’t-!”

“One of my Fearlings is outside. They’ll take care of anybody who comes close.” He chuckled, slipping his hand in more and ghosting over a very personal spot.

“No!” I whispered, clinging to his robe as if my life depended on it. “N-not here, please…someone will see….”

He was so close to touching me there that I had already begun to pant, my heart pounding in my chest as I was also afraid someone would come in.

But then his hand slipped out and before I could say anything, warm lips pressed against mine. My face blushed bright red and I closed my eyes tight, trying to get him to release me. His slightly larger hands encircled around my wrists and pinned them to the wall beside my head, pressing his body against mine so I could feel his insane body heat.

His lips pressed harder against mine, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip demanding for entrance. I refused him entry and this must’ve annoyed him because he suddenly pressed up against me tight and I could feel how aroused he was. My mouth accidentally opened in a gasp, but it was too late to realize my mistake as I felt his warm tongue slide into my mouth.

I groaned from the feeling. It was extremely new to me, first kiss and all. Never thought I would be standing in a bathroom, kissing the King of Nightmares after he had already violated me. If I was gonna say that his kissing was bad, it wasn’t. It was actually perfect, as if he had kissed many girls before.

His tongue slid over and around mine, caressing it in the most seductive way. I felt heat pool into my lower regions and I cursed myself for actually enjoying it. It was when I started to actually push my tongue against his in a feeble attempt to kiss back and he growled low in his throat, his chest pushed up against mine tight and engulfing me in that seductive warmth.

A loud moan came out of my mouth when his tongue finally touched a spot on my tongue that made me see stars for a moment.

Then, he pulled away from my lips for me to catch my breath and then went right back in, except the kiss was hotter and rougher this time and a couple more moans escaped, accompanied by some groans as his arousal was more noticeable.

That’s when he pulled away for real this time and bit my ear with his somewhat sharp teeth. “You are lucky I can’t fuck you right here.” He growled.

I felt myself blush and looked away from him. “Wasn’t last night enough?”

He smirked against my ear. “Oh……that was just a preview. I will give you so much more. In less than two days time, I’ll have you screaming in pleasure.”

I pushed against his chest. “I’ll fight you.”

His golden eyes gleamed. “Will you?” he chuckled and backed away from me. “Til next time my dear.”

And then he disappeared.

My lips tingled from the kiss and I touched them briefly. First kiss and first sexual experience with the infamous Boogeyman…

I must be fucking insane. I sighed softly and went to my locker. When I opened it, a note fell out.

I picked it up before it hit the ground and opened it.

Come to the west stairwell.

Josh Michaels.

Him…he is the guy I’ve had a crush on since before I left for those years. I sighed and put the note in my folder. I headed off to the west stairwell.

It was quiet when I got there and I was walking up the stairwell when I heard a thud and something sticky and cold splashed right over my head and covered me in head to toe. I was in shock for a couple seconds and then I realized what I was covered in.

Pig’s blood.

I heard laughing and looked up the second flight of stairs to see Rachel and her friends, including Josh all laughing at me. “I can’t believe the stupid bitch fell for it!” Josh gaffed.

Rachel looked at me with a glare in her eyes. “You really think he would like a freak like you? You’re stupider than I thought!”

Anger boiled up inside me and all of a sudden, the stairwell seemed to become darker and out of the shadows, stepped Pitch. He smirked at me before he held some of that black sand in his hand and then blew it onto Rachel.

Rachel blinked and then she coughed, then she looked around her and started screaming. Pitch had made her see her worst fear; bats.

Rachel screamed and swatted at them, unfortuanally for her she, Pitch and I were the only ones who could see them. She whirled around, her long hair in her face and then the heel of her shoe got caught on the stairwell.

She gasped, the bats disappearing and fell backwards on the stairwell. She twisted onto her side and I heard a crack as her arm broke when it hit a stair, another crack from her nose as he face collided with another stair and even more cracks and crunches as her body broke easily while tumbling down the stairs.

Finally, her head collided with the bottom of the stairs, splitting her head right open. Rachel went limp, face contorted in agony and blood covering her skin. Her arm snapped in half, bone protruding out from the skin. Blood began to pour out from her body and run down the steps I was standing on.

She was dead.

I was snapped out of my trance as Miranda began screaming at the top of her lungs.

……………….

“…the death of Rachel Anderson is tragic. Her friends claim that she began screaming and hitting at something invisible and then tripped on the stair…”

It was now around ten at night. Everyone else was sleeping and I had just gotten out of my third shower. Yes, I took three showers to get all the disgusting animal blood off. I had to throw my clothes away, they could never be restored.

Rachel Anderson was dead.

My worst enemy….killed by the Boogeyman.

I shut off my laptop. They had called school off for the rest of the week (it was only Thursday), due to the tragic event.

I wore a pair of black sweatpants with a red tank top, my hair up in a towel. I sighed softly and then reached up, my fingers curling around the towel and then took the towel away, my long hair cascading down my back. I grabbed a brush and began brushing through my hair when I felt warm fingers touch the back of my neck and begin to tread softly through my long locks.

“Your hair is so wonderfully soft…”

I narrowed my eyes a little. “Are you sucking up for what you did earlier?”

The Nightmare King chuckled and I felt his arms coil around my waist, pulling me against his body. “Perhaps.”

“Well it ain’t working.”

I felt him smirk against my neck and suddenly, I was spun around to face him and his mouth crashed on mine, teeth biting, lips bruising and tongue invading my mouth. I struggled and closed my eyes tightly, pushing against his chest. He growled and held me tightly to him, so tightly I could feel his arousal.

Since I couldn’t push him away……..I bit down on his tongue.

Pitch yelped and pulled away from my mouth, his tongue slightly bleeding. He snarled and in the blink of an eye, he slapped me across the face.

My eyes were wide with shock, my mouth slightly open. He actually hit me!

His hand came up and fisted in my hair, yanking my head back painfully. I gritted my teeth in pain and groaned while Pitch breathed across my neck.

“You better be prepared for tonight, because I can go more than one round.”