CARNIES Chapter 5 Pt 2

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Ap, this is for you. And thanks, Celeste.

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"I just come in here to give Sara some extra money. But she comes here later, to get the delivery."

"OK?" I said. This made no sense to me. I had no clue who Sara was.

He led me to the center of the huge room, crates filling it. He put a wad of cash inside one and motioned for me to follow him. He stayed silent, so so did I.

He led me up a ladder, into the loft area. There were crates up there, too, but they were stacked neater.

"Where do you go to school?" I asked.

"I don’t."

"Did you drop out or something?"

"No. I graduated last year."

I hadn’t thought he’d been that much older than me. Obviously he didn’t care, because when I turned around, he came up in front of me, pressing against my body and warming it.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" he asked.

"Well, I really wasn’t expe-." I said, but he cut me off with a violating kiss, taking advantage of my open mouth and shoving his tongue in.

His hands gripped my body and he pushed me back against a crate. I felt detached from it all. It was romantic, I supposed at the time, so I did respond, and when I did, he pulled away, face flushed.

He looked at me and I blinked up at him. He grinned at the expression on my face and ducked in near my face again. "Do you want me to kiss you again?" he asked, warm breath meeting with mine. I wondered vaguely why his mouth didn’t taste like an ash tray. He picked me up and sat me on a crate, lips brushing beside my mouth. I tried to move to let him kiss me, but he didn’t let me. The small grin was still on his face.

"Do you?" I didn’t say anything. "I wanna hear you say it." He said, hands roaming my body, sending me arching towards him.

"I want you to kiss me." I said, and he came forward, lips crashing against mine. It was all pulling and biting, hands in each others’ hair, pulling each other closer. He was halfway on top of me, laying me down on the stack of crates when we heard a noise, then a bang. The door opened, sending blinding light in, and we both fell on to the floor, me on top. My leg brushed his groin, and he groaned. A crate crashed from where we fell.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" a man in a police uniform asked. His voice sounded familiar.

Tony winced and got up, me following, but stayed ducked over. The man shined the flashlight right where we were, the wall of crates providing no protection for his prodding eyes, and I saw what I feared most. My dad.

---1 year later---

I snapped out of it, and saw everyone staring at me like I was an idiot. I guess I was standing there, staring off into space, for longer than I thought. Oops.

"Earth to Kenna," Rosa said, waving one small hand in my face.

"Unh?" I said, making a complete idiot out of myself.

"Hey," Tony said, waving a hand, smiling sheepishly.

I looked at him, feeling even more like an idiot because I’d forgotten he was there. His hair had grown out a little since I’d last saw him, I thought. Then I mentally smacked myself in the head, because, of course it had. I hadn’t seen him in like a year.

"Hey." I said, voice clipped.

"Whatchya doing here?" he asked, and I shrugged.

"You know, going to the fair with my friends."

"Oh." He said shortly. "Well," he said, brightening, "I’m working here now. With the concessions and stuff. The thing at home didn’t work out. You were right. But I live with my girlfriend’s family now. They took me in."

"Cool. I…moved. Dad got worse." I said, not elaborating, and he winced.

"Sorry. I could a sworn he was getting better there for a little while."

"I know. But, he got worse."

"Oh. Well, I’ll be sure to…you know…not say anything to anyone. I’d hate for him to get a hold of you again."

Of course. He’d known about the bruises before. And then he’d tried to stop dad, but I wouldn’t let him. Then he broke up with me…because I wouldn’t let him help me. I felt guilty for thinking that he’d tell dad anything.

"Thanks." I smiled, and, as always, he could tell what I’d been thinking. He looked into my eyes, and I drowned in the green of his for a second, like I’d always done.

"You’re welcome. Next time you come around here, bring your friends and we can hang out."

"Cool." I said, and we walked off.
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"What was that all about?" Rosa asked when we’d reached the parking area, after five minutes of silence.
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"Nothing." I said, and Nick looked at me. I could tell that he wanted me to tell him more later.

---Nick’s POV---

Her reaction to that guy coming over earlier was way too strange to be normal. What had he done to her?

I swallowed my anger, trusting that she would tell me later tonight before we went to sleep.
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---Kenna’s POV---

I took of my shirt from behind the makeshift curtain and put on one of Nick’s oversized t-shirts. They’ve been what I’ve been sleeping in. I took off my jeans, tossed them in the iffy pile, and sat on the bed. Nick got up and went behind the curtain. I moved to where he’d been sitting because it was still warm.

"What was up with you earlier?" Nick asked from behind the curtain.

"Nothing," I said, innocently, hoping he’d let me brush it off. I didn’t really want to talk about it.

"Kenna," he said in that tone, and I felt kinda guilty.

"Well, I mean, nothing, really. I was scared because there was someone from my past there, right in front of me, and I thought, "Dad’s gonna find me. He’s gonna tell him," and got scared. Dad even beat me a little before because of him. He found out we’d been…dating…and gotten mad at me. He hadn’t had any talks with me, he said. He forgot about the neighbor and my Aunt. Tony got really mad and broke up with me soon after. He said that it wasn’t right for him to have to stand there while someone he cared for got beaten every night. He hated it that I wouldn’t let him do anything." I sighed helplessly.

"So why did you think he was going to tell your dad? He obviously hates him."

"I guess it was just seeing him again. It brought back memories." I felt myself blushing, and Nick came out from behind the curtain, wearing his plaid pajama bottoms. He saw the blush, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned off the light, and crawled into bed behind me.

I wriggled in his arms, getting closer, and he put his arms around me, warming me up. I sighed.

"What?"

"Nothing." I said, smiling. My toes felt really cold, so I moved my feet and put them on his leg.

"Hey!" he said, and jerked his leg away. "Your feet are cold!"I heard the grin in his voice.

"Fine." I said. "I’ll leave." I got out of the bed, and walked over to the stack of books, preparing to step over them.

"Oh no, you don’t." I heard from behind me and was pulled back by Nick’s warm hands, into his body. I looked up at him and saw his eyes sparkling in the shadows.

I turned around, facing him, still looking into his eyes. He grinned, and ducked down for a kiss. I backed away, and his grin spread into a smile when I ran to the other side of the tent, avoiding books and clothes as I went.

He dashed after me, knowing the room better than me and longer legs giving him an unfair advantage. He touched my shirt and I dashed forward, landing on a pile of clothes, accidentally knocking over books.

Nick laughed, and I joined in, but quietly. It would suck if we got caught.

He knelt down, laying beside me, and said, "This pile’s the clean one, don’t worry."
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"So that means we’re halfway behind the bed and curtain, where no one could see us unless they tried?" I asked, looking up.

"Yes," he said, and his lips met mine softly.

He kissed me like the other times, but it was different. A new sense of urgency had been added to the mix, and it tasted good. I moaned into his mouth and my hands went up to his face, one caressing him, the other tangling into his hair. He moved over so he was between my legs and I flipped us over, and we rolled down the pile of clothes and near the bed.

Nick pulled me close to him, like he was unwilling to ever let go, and caressed me. I was arched downward, kissing him while stroking his chest.

His hands plucked at the shirt and I shrugged it off, now in my underwear. I grinned as he rolled us over again. His hands warmed everywhere he touched. My skin felt like it was on fire, and both of our hands met at his waistband as we tried to take his pants off.

---Nick’s POV---

Both of our hands met at my waistband, and I was thankful that we were both thinking the same thing. We both needed that contact. I wouldn’t take her tonight, though.

Dad would have satisfaction from that.

I would ask her to marry me first.

---Kenna’s POV---

He took them off while lying beside me, which took talent. But it couldn’t have been nearly as hard as flying on a trapeze.

I looked at his tattoo, tracing it with my fingers. It went down his side and around the upper part of his thigh. I couldn’t see some of it because of his boxers, but I saw more than I had before.

I kissed him, him kissing me back almost immediately. His hands cradled my face, stroking my neck, and moved downward. His hands were so soft on my side, I broke away from the kiss and burst out laughing. He’d found my tickle spot. He tickled me until we heard Malachi yell-whispering to us to shut up before we woke up the whole circus. We crawled to the bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

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