Trusting and Roy's Journey (8)
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-> Roy's p.o.v
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I have never touched a girl like that before... It was magic... Just seeing how Tryst and I were one... Moving as one, synchronized. I have never felt or seen sex in that way... It was like me and Tryst were the only ones in the world...
I love her... I need her...
I lay on my side, Tryst curled up in my arms against me, breathing softly and gently. She was resting, I couldn't sleep, though I was exhausted, I couldn't help but thinking of Tryst, and how beautiful her body is... And how last night we were so united, connected in ways, and I felt we more than created a baby... But also a relationship, unseperable.
I kiss Tryst on her heated neck, stroking her arm, long strokes that made her skin tingle. This made her stur ad she began to wake, I smiled.
"Roy...?" She moaned, still sleepy.
I answered her with a kiss on her shoulder. She grinned, slightly, still waking from her dreams.
I kept stroking her arms, up, down, then again, then she guided my hand over to her abdomen, and moving my hand in tiny, gentle circles.
She moaned, moving my hand down to her thighs, I savored the smooth warmth of her skin... I wanted her to stay this way forever... Save in my arms...
Finally she turned me on my back, laying on top of me, I could feel her breasts resting on my chest, resting her head on her folded arms across my chest, she was frowning... I began to stroke her back, tracing over het spine.
She bore her eyes into mine, searching for something, that I didn't know what.
After a moment of silence, she ripped from my arms and into the bathroom vomiting. Are they the symptoms?
Oh God, they are... Tryst is pregnant... With my baby... My own baby, that I am accountable for. At the thought I stood and walked to the bathroom door that was partly closed and waited. The tap was running as she gurgled and spit, then silence. I knocked then came in, only to see her up against the wall, sitting with her legs propped up as her arms folded across them. Her head rested on her arms, she was sweating. I noticed she had wrapped one of the light blue towels around her body.
It pained me to see her in pain, pain that I caused, that I created for her. "Oh God, Tryst, I am so sorry..." I said, as I lifted her into my arms. She buried her face in my shoulder and sobbed. I carried her to the bed and held her.
"It's not your fault, it never was... It's mine for getting us into this mess..." Then she sobbed more. I shook my head at her, knowing that it was neither our faults but she blamed it on herself, she shouldn't have, it was fates fault...
I stood and left her on the bed, putting my clothes on. As I slipped my pants on, the locks on the door began to rattle, as each one was unlocked, I was to late. Eleven men burst through the door. Before I had time to brace myself, a gun was flung from a belt and was shot. Tryst screamed at the sound. I staggered to my knees, realizing that I was shot in the side. Everything began to blur, but I saw Tryst come out of the bathroom, crying and screaming, I reached out to her, then black...
-> Tryst's p.o.v
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I kicked and squirmed as they tackled me, tying my arms behind my back. I was lucky I put a towel on, or they would have raped me on the spot.
I saw Roy bleeding on the ground and began to shriek. God, they killed Roy!
The men gathered my clothes and hawled them with them as they dragged me across the hall till they reached a door, unlocked it and flung me into the room. I landed unable to get up with my hands tied behind my back.
I yelled at them, telling them to get me out of here. But they just laughed, left the room and locked the door.
I sobbed, uncontrollable. Then I looked up into five female eyes staring at me. They knelt by me and untied my ropes. When I was free, I hawled my weight at the door, banging and crying.
"It's no use, they will never come back, unless they need us." A woman said soothingly.
"I will make them come back!" I say. I felt like someone ripped my heart from my chest. I began to sob harder in shaky breaths as I slid to my knees, clenched fists resting on the door and my head bowed.
Two girls rested cold hands on my shoulders and said. "Come and sit down." I did what they said.
The room I was now in was red, worn by the years. I held my clothes on my lap as I sat in a black leather chair, hot against my skin.
The five girls I looked at all were different so I asked,"What are your names."
a girl, black haired, light skin dirtied by bruises, gray eyes and full lips, with a wrap dress, said, "I am Rachel," she then pointed to the girl next to her with red hair and blue eyes wearing a robe, " This is Judy," she points to the girl next to Judy, whom had beautiful lush brown hair, with blue eyes that fit in just right. "This is Natasha," then Rachel walked behind the last two, one had black hair and brown eyes, the other blonde and hazel eyes, "And this is ester and Sammy. And u r?" Rachel asked.
I frowned at the floor, then answered, "Trystina, but call me Tryst." They nodded with assurance, but Natasha lifted her lips in disgust. Just when I was about to ask why, a wave of nausea washed over me and I plunged towards a red bathroom.
I forgot I had morning sickness, because of how much I wished being in Roys arms... I cried as I vomited, crying at the same time.
Just the thought of Roy, being shot in the stomach, probably dying brought me to my feet when I was done puking, and limply charged at the door, pounding on it, "Take me back!Take me back, damn it!" I yelled.
Several hands forced me away from the door. I couldn't fight back, I was shaken with longing to help Roy, longing to embrace him...
The girls sat me in a chair and sat on theirs.
My skin boiled with Rage, I wanted to kill the men who shot Roy, I wanted to die...with Roy, comfort him. But he was dead... Dead.
I cried even harder, shaking with sobs. I didn't have a reason to live... I don't have a life here, and never shall. Roys gone and it was all my fault.
The next thing I know someone has put a needle in my arm, and I drift into a long and painful sleep...
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R u guys liking it? I know what your thinking, the story is going to end and she dies without Roy...
Well all I can say is that, this story just began...
COMMENT!!!
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I have never touched a girl like that before... It was magic... Just seeing how Tryst and I were one... Moving as one, synchronized. I have never felt or seen sex in that way... It was like me and Tryst were the only ones in the world...
I love her... I need her...
I lay on my side, Tryst curled up in my arms against me, breathing softly and gently. She was resting, I couldn't sleep, though I was exhausted, I couldn't help but thinking of Tryst, and how beautiful her body is... And how last night we were so united, connected in ways, and I felt we more than created a baby... But also a relationship, unseperable.
I kiss Tryst on her heated neck, stroking her arm, long strokes that made her skin tingle. This made her stur ad she began to wake, I smiled.
"Roy...?" She moaned, still sleepy.
I answered her with a kiss on her shoulder. She grinned, slightly, still waking from her dreams.
I kept stroking her arms, up, down, then again, then she guided my hand over to her abdomen, and moving my hand in tiny, gentle circles.
She moaned, moving my hand down to her thighs, I savored the smooth warmth of her skin... I wanted her to stay this way forever... Save in my arms...
Finally she turned me on my back, laying on top of me, I could feel her breasts resting on my chest, resting her head on her folded arms across my chest, she was frowning... I began to stroke her back, tracing over het spine.
She bore her eyes into mine, searching for something, that I didn't know what.
After a moment of silence, she ripped from my arms and into the bathroom vomiting. Are they the symptoms?
Oh God, they are... Tryst is pregnant... With my baby... My own baby, that I am accountable for. At the thought I stood and walked to the bathroom door that was partly closed and waited. The tap was running as she gurgled and spit, then silence. I knocked then came in, only to see her up against the wall, sitting with her legs propped up as her arms folded across them. Her head rested on her arms, she was sweating. I noticed she had wrapped one of the light blue towels around her body.
It pained me to see her in pain, pain that I caused, that I created for her. "Oh God, Tryst, I am so sorry..." I said, as I lifted her into my arms. She buried her face in my shoulder and sobbed. I carried her to the bed and held her.
"It's not your fault, it never was... It's mine for getting us into this mess..." Then she sobbed more. I shook my head at her, knowing that it was neither our faults but she blamed it on herself, she shouldn't have, it was fates fault...
I stood and left her on the bed, putting my clothes on. As I slipped my pants on, the locks on the door began to rattle, as each one was unlocked, I was to late. Eleven men burst through the door. Before I had time to brace myself, a gun was flung from a belt and was shot. Tryst screamed at the sound. I staggered to my knees, realizing that I was shot in the side. Everything began to blur, but I saw Tryst come out of the bathroom, crying and screaming, I reached out to her, then black...
-> Tryst's p.o.v
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I kicked and squirmed as they tackled me, tying my arms behind my back. I was lucky I put a towel on, or they would have raped me on the spot.
I saw Roy bleeding on the ground and began to shriek. God, they killed Roy!
The men gathered my clothes and hawled them with them as they dragged me across the hall till they reached a door, unlocked it and flung me into the room. I landed unable to get up with my hands tied behind my back.
I yelled at them, telling them to get me out of here. But they just laughed, left the room and locked the door.
I sobbed, uncontrollable. Then I looked up into five female eyes staring at me. They knelt by me and untied my ropes. When I was free, I hawled my weight at the door, banging and crying.
"It's no use, they will never come back, unless they need us." A woman said soothingly.
"I will make them come back!" I say. I felt like someone ripped my heart from my chest. I began to sob harder in shaky breaths as I slid to my knees, clenched fists resting on the door and my head bowed.
Two girls rested cold hands on my shoulders and said. "Come and sit down." I did what they said.
The room I was now in was red, worn by the years. I held my clothes on my lap as I sat in a black leather chair, hot against my skin.
The five girls I looked at all were different so I asked,"What are your names."
a girl, black haired, light skin dirtied by bruises, gray eyes and full lips, with a wrap dress, said, "I am Rachel," she then pointed to the girl next to her with red hair and blue eyes wearing a robe, " This is Judy," she points to the girl next to Judy, whom had beautiful lush brown hair, with blue eyes that fit in just right. "This is Natasha," then Rachel walked behind the last two, one had black hair and brown eyes, the other blonde and hazel eyes, "And this is ester and Sammy. And u r?" Rachel asked.
I frowned at the floor, then answered, "Trystina, but call me Tryst." They nodded with assurance, but Natasha lifted her lips in disgust. Just when I was about to ask why, a wave of nausea washed over me and I plunged towards a red bathroom.
I forgot I had morning sickness, because of how much I wished being in Roys arms... I cried as I vomited, crying at the same time.
Just the thought of Roy, being shot in the stomach, probably dying brought me to my feet when I was done puking, and limply charged at the door, pounding on it, "Take me back!Take me back, damn it!" I yelled.
Several hands forced me away from the door. I couldn't fight back, I was shaken with longing to help Roy, longing to embrace him...
The girls sat me in a chair and sat on theirs.
My skin boiled with Rage, I wanted to kill the men who shot Roy, I wanted to die...with Roy, comfort him. But he was dead... Dead.
I cried even harder, shaking with sobs. I didn't have a reason to live... I don't have a life here, and never shall. Roys gone and it was all my fault.
The next thing I know someone has put a needle in my arm, and I drift into a long and painful sleep...
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R u guys liking it? I know what your thinking, the story is going to end and she dies without Roy...
Well all I can say is that, this story just began...
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