DYING TO SURVIVE (Dark Erotica) (23 page)

“Put the change in the tip jar, Ami,” Ryan said as turned and looked over the seating are for a place to sit, surprised that the coffee shop was practically empty.

Ryan walked to a table and sat down as he waited for his drink to be prepared. He watched as Ami wiped the countertop, and day dreamed about what her sexual desires may be. Recalling the events of the night with Meghan caused him to smile and chuckle to himself as he imagined tying Ami to the posts of his bed and pouring hot wax over her naked body.

“Ryan, your drink is ready,” Ami shouted across the coffee shop.

Ryan stood and slowly walked to the coffee bar to receive his drink. As he walked past Ami, she brushed her hair with her hand, momentarily exposing the tattoo beside her ear. As Ryan reached for his coffee, he wondered if there was any statistical data to support his belief that women with tattoos were more prone to be sexually adventurous. He had always believed that they were, but now realized that his opinion was unfounded.

“So, are you headed home?” Ami asked as Ryan walked past the cash register.

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” Ryan nodded his head as he reached for his drink.

Ryan grabbed his drink from the bar and turned to face Ami. Full of confidence and a newly fueled sexual desire, the words escaped his mouth before he realized that his mind intended for him to speak.

“If I were single, available, and asked you out on a date, would you consider going?” Ryan took a sip of his beverage gave a smile of approval regarding the sweet Chai tea.

Ami, eager that Ryan had asked, attempted to hide her excitement. She realized Ryan was older than she by approximately six or eight years, from her best calculations. She had seen him come and go from the coffee shop for a few years, and had often fantasized about the two of them being together and what it would be like to have Ryan as a respective mate. After she felt that she had paused long enough to make here response not seem over anxious, she spoke.

“Oh, absolutely. I would. Uhhm. Yeah. I sure would,” Ami struggled with her response.

“Interesting. Well, have a great night, and mentally prepare for that, Ami. You never know when the time may come,” Ryan smiled as he spoke, raised his cup of coffee, and turned to face the door.

As Ryan walked to his car, he considered taking Ami on a date, and what common interests they may have. He considered the possibility of her having no similar sexual interest, and being completely opposed to his desires. As he unlocked his car, he decided there was no real way of determining what Ami’s sexual interests were short of actually finding from either asking or attempting.

Ryan placed his beverage into the cup holder and turned on the key to his car. As soon as the dash lights were illuminated, the low tire pressure warning lamp illuminated. Frustrated, Ryan pulled the door handle and opened the door. As he stepped from the car, he looked at the two tires on the driver’s side of the car, which were sufficiently inflated.

As he walked around the front bumper, he noticed the right side of the car sagging. As he reached the passenger side of the car, it was immediately apparent that the right front tire was completely flat. After a quick inspection of the tire, he began to become angry, considering the two times the tire had been repaired in the last month. Knowing that the BMW sedan did not have a spare tire, he realized he was nothing short of stranded.

Frustrated and angry, he turned and walked back into the coffee shop.

“Decide to ask me on that date already?” Ami laughed as Ryan walked in the front door.

Feeling guilty and fractionally selfish, Ryan sighed. “Not yet. Ami, I’m sorry. My car has a flat, and to make a long story short, I’m stranded. One disadvantage of that particular model is that it has no spare tire. There is nowhere at eleven o’clock at night that I will find a tire, and I will need to get a ride home. At what time do you close?”

“We close in three minutes. I’ll be here for about forty five minutes after that, cleaning up. I could…let me think,” Ami paused and raised her hand to her mouth.

“My brother has this patrol. I could see what he’s doing. His shift ends at eleven. That’s in just a minute,” Ami smiled.

“The police officer?” Ryan said in a reluctant tone.

“Yeah, but he’s cool. He’s really nice. If he’s not busy, he could give you a ride, or you could wait for me, either way. Let me see if he’s even available,” Ami pulled her phone from her pocket.

Ryan placed his hands on his hips and attempted to hide his frustration as Ami typed into the screen of her phone. He considered the police officer taking him home, and what harm could come from it. As he decided there was no risk to speak of from riding with the officer, Ami spoke.

“He just responded. He’s off work in a minute. He’s a few miles from here. He’ll be here in a five or ten minutes. He said he’d gladly give you a ride. He might even have a cool story to tell you on the way home, he always does,” Ami smiled as she walked around to the front of the counter.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Ryan nodded.

“I hate to, but we’re closing. I have to ask you to go outside. I’m really sorry,” Ami said as she walked toward the front door.

“Oh, not at all,” Ryan said as he turned toward the door.

Ami pulled the door open, and held it as she waited for Ryan. As Ryan slowly walked past her, he smiled.

“Ami, thank you again. Tell him I’m waiting in the white BMW. The one with a flat,” Ryan chuckled.

“No problem, you owe me,” Ami said as she pulled the door shut and locked it.

Ryan walked to his car, frustrated. Although he appreciated Ami’s brother providing a ride, he felt uneasy about getting in the car with a police officer. As he sat in the car and waited, he turned on the ignition, rolled down the windows, and sipped his now luke-warm beverage.

As Ryan reclined his seat and began to relax, he noticed a shadow out of his left eye. As he turned and gazed out of his vehicle’s open window, he was facing the barrel of a large caliber revolver pointed directly at his face.

CHAPTER TWENTY - SIX

REMEMBER ME?

TWENTY - SIX.
“You son-of-a-bitch. I’m going to give you what you deserve. Don’t move,” a familiar female voice demanded.

Ryan slumped in the seat and stared straight ahead.

“You-son-of-a-bitch. You’ve ruined my life. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. I can’t do anything. You and your God forsaken game. You sick bastard, you’ve ruined my life.”

Slowly, Ryan turned to face the voice.

Dana stood outside of his car, approximately six feet away, pointing a large revolver at his face. Her hands shook as she spoke.

“My cancer is malignant. I have three or four weeks to live. I have nothing to lose. The thought of leaving this earth and not taking you with me is something that I can’t imagine. The difference, asshole, is I am going to heaven and you are going to hell,” Dana’s voice became more elevated as she spoke.

“Dana, take it easy. We can…”

“Don’t you tell me how to take it,” she screamed.

Ryan considered what to say. As he sat in the car and watched the barrel of the pistol shake, he wondered what prevented Dana from shooting him already. Assuming she must have things she wanted to say prior to killing him, he decided to attempt to get her to talk.

“Dana, God isn’t going to support you on this. You…”

“Shut up. Just shut up. I hate you, you son-of-a-bitch,” Dana’s voice cracked and she began to cry as she spoke.

As she held the pistol in her right hand, she used her left hand to wipe the tears from her eyes. Ryan slowly placed his hands on the steering wheel in hope of Dana becoming more comfortable that he wasn’t a threat.

“Freeze. Drop the weapon, ma’am,” A male voice from behind the car demanded.

Ryan glanced into the rear view mirror. A police officer stood behind a patrol car, his arms outstretched over the hood, pointing his service weapon toward Dana. Ryan averted his gaze toward his open window.

“He. He’s a monster,” Dana began to speak.

“Ma’am, drop the weapon. There’ is nothing worth losing your life over,” the officer shouted.

“But he…” Dana pleaded as she continued to cry and wipe her face.

“Drop the weapon,” the officer demanded; his voice much louder each time he shouted the command.

Out of Ryan’s left eye, he saw Dana’s body rotate slightly. As soon as her body began to move, he heard the gunshots.

Pop!

Pop!

Dana’s body fell beside his car. Ryan turned his gaze to the rearview mirror.

“Sir, are you armed?” the officer screamed, his weapon still pointed at Dana’s body.

“Armed?” Ryan screamed out the window as he continued to look out the rearview mirror.

The sound of distant sirens increasingly got louder as the seconds passed.

“No. Sir, have you been
harmed
?” the officer screamed.

“Only my pride officer,” Ryan screamed out the window.

“Sir, stay in the vehicle,” the officer screamed.

“Oh my God Ryan, are you okay,” Ami screamed as she ran toward the police car.

“Ami, get back in the store,” the officer screamed.

“Is he okay?” Ami screamed.

“Yes, he’s fine,” the officer responded.

“Sir, stay in the vehicle,” the officer shouted again.

“Until you advise me otherwise,” Ryan responded out the window.

Ryan sat, relieved that the officer did not provide immediate medical attention to Dana as she lay on the parking lot bleeding. He hoped, more than anything, that she was dead, or at minimum, incapable of speaking. He watched out the rearview mirror as the officer spoke into the microphone of his radio.

As other officers pulled into the parking lot, they discussed Dana still having
control
of the weapon that was in her hand. Although Ryan could not see, apparently, she was still holding the weapon as she lay on the asphalt in a puddle of blood.

After a long discussion, one of the officers slowly approached as another followed, his weapon pointed at Dana’s body the entire time. As the officer got within foot’s reach, he kicked the weapon from her hand.

“Clear,” the officer screamed as he picked the weapon up from the ground.

Immediately, paramedics rushed to Dana’s body. Within seconds, it was apparent that Dana was, in fact, dead. Ryan waited as the paramedics loaded her onto a stretcher and into an ambulance. Who he assumed was Ami’s brother approached the driver’s side of the car, and advised Ryan that he could exit the vehicle’s passenger side.

Ryan crawled across the seats of the car, and opened the passenger side door and stepped into the parking lot.

As soon as Ryan stepped from the car and stood, Ami rushed to him and embraced him in a hug.

“I’m so glad you weren’t hurt,” Ami sighed.

“So am I,” Ryan responded.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” Ryan apologized as Ami released him from her arms.

“Oh. Well, to tell you the truth, I’m not. Blood and violence turn me on. Call me weird, but it does. Always has,” Ami shrugged, showing almost no expression.

“You don’t say?” Ryan said quietly, attempting to hide his excitement.

And his mouth began to form a smile.

CHAPTER TWENTY- SEVEN

NOT AGAIN.

TWENTY - SEVEN.
“I like your dress,” the cashier said cheerily.

“Thank you, it’s…well, I just got it,” Meghan smiled as she pressed her hands along the fabric that covered her upper thighs.

Meghan had purchased the dress earlier in the day at the mall, carefully picking out one that was as revealing as possible without appearing to be
slutty
. The young lady that helped her told her she looked
hot.
Meghan chuckled, knowing Ryan would certainly approve of
hot.

“That’ll be $37.11,” the cashier said as the last of the groceries slid past the scanner.

As the young man at the end of the check-out placed the items into plastic bags, Meghan dug through her wallet for exact change. She expected this evening to be another entertaining time with Ryan. They had made plans to spend the night together, and she intended on cooking him a memorable meal, having some wine, and hopefully another night of sex. She smiled as she handed the cashier the money for her groceries.

“Would you like help out?” the young man asked as he held the bags up from the counter.

“No, I can carry them, thank you,” Meghan responded, smiling

Ryan had stated his need to resolve some financial business and changed their plans for dinner to a much later time. Meghan preferred to eat earlier, but willingly agreed to accept the plans for a late meal. The opportunity to see Ryan excited her greatly. It had been two days since their first sexual encounter, and it was all Meghan could do to not spend every waking moment recalling each instant of their time together. As she walked to the car, Meghan wondered what Ryan may be planning. The not knowing caused her to smile as she made her way across the dark parking lot.