The Good Neighbor (16 page)

I searched the entire downstairs, and found
nothing. The back door was closed, as I’d left it. The sound I’d
heard must’ve been the house. After all, that was the more logical
explanation. I had probably just assumed it was Bernie because my
nerves were frayed from last night’s adventure.

I was more wary now. It was better safe than
sorry. Just in case Bernie was in the house, I wanted to be ready
for him. I wanted to hear him before he heard me.

I headed back upstairs to retrieve the dirty
bed covers again.

Once I’d pulled the blankets completely off
her, I paused at the foot of the bed for a second to admire her
naked body.

She was lying on her back, which made things
extremely easy for me. It was like she was waiting for me. Her head
was turned toward the far wall. Her breasts rose and fell as she
breathed. Without the blankets, her nipples were hard. She seemed
to be just as ready as I was.

I put my left knee on the bed slowly and
carefully, and then my right. I still held the knife in my right
hand and I was careful not to cut her. At least not until I had
to.

I slowly moved forward until I was in the
right position. I rested my upper body on my elbows beside her
shoulders. I held my left hand ready to cover her mouth when she
woke and my right hand where she could see the knife. I paused in
that position for a moment, watching her sleep. I wondered if she
was dreaming about me.

I lowered my waist toward her until my dick
was touching her crotch. It was barely touching her since I wanted
her to remain asleep as long as possible, but it was enough to
bring me pleasure. I continued staring at her face as I enjoyed the
feeling that was coming from my dick. It was like bolts of
lightning shooting up from there to my stomach. I hated teasing
myself like this, and I loved it at the same time. Oh, how I wished
I had all night to do things to her. I wished I’d thought this out
better and had taken her and tied her up somewhere where I could do
whatever I wanted to her for however long I wanted to do it.

I slowly let my body down onto hers, pushing
her legs gently apart with mine. She mumbled something I couldn’t
make out, and then sighed, but remained asleep. I hesitated until
she was silent again, then I took aim with my manhood and jabbed it
into her.

She woke then.

Her eyes focused on me and she started to
scream. I quickly clamped my hand over her mouth. She began pushing
against me, her fists on my chest. I almost came. I held the knife
in front of her face. When she saw it, the scream stopped in her
throat. She fell silent and quit struggling.

I smiled. I would’ve preferred her to keep
struggling as it turned me on, but I didn’t want to chance waking
anyone else.

“There you go. Keep silent and this’ll be as
good for you as it will be for me,” I whispered. “You know you want
this as bad as I do. I’ve seen you teasing me. Well, you’re getting
it now.”

Tears rolled from the outer corners of her
eyes and down the sides of her head. “You can cry if you want to.
I’ve waited a long time for this.”

I moved up and down on top of her, unable to
keep from moaning with pleasure.

“It was definitely worth the wait,” I told
her through my ragged breath. I went faster now, though I had to
stop from time to time in order to make it last longer. I didn’t
want it to be over so quickly. I had waited so long for this. I’d
gone through hell to get it, and I wasn’t going to waste it.

I noticed her eyes never left the knife. I
could feel her sobs, though I never heard them.

I didn’t care if she cried until she threw
up. I was getting what I wanted, what I knew she wanted. She
probably was just pretending to not want it now so that damn Owen
wouldn’t be mad at her. Well, it didn’t matter to me. I didn’t care
what he thought, and I didn’t care what she wanted or didn’t want.
She’d sent the signals, and I’d received them. Now, it was
happening and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

If Owen hadn’t wanted it to happen, he
shouldn’t have left her alone. He had to know that I’d be watching.
He had to know that I wouldn’t give up so easily. His threats meant
nothing to me, and neither did that red-haired guy’s. I wasn’t
afraid of them. If this didn’t prove it, nothing would.

I couldn’t help myself now. I bounced up and
down on her furiously, pounding myself against her as hard as I
could, biting her breasts as I went. I was biting her hard,
undoubtedly too hard, but I didn’t care. I loved the way her flesh
felt crushed between my teeth. I also didn’t care that she would
surely have bruises from the way I was thrusting myself into her.
Again, I didn’t care. Why should I?

I decided I wouldn’t fight it this time. When
the urge to cum came, I would just go with it. I really didn’t
think I had enough will power to hold back any longer. I hadn’t
been with a broad in weeks, if not months. This broad had been
flaunting herself next door and teasing me. Not to mention that I’d
been walking around with what seemed to be a permanent hard-on.

Yeah, this was definitely going to be
impossible to fight. I would just go with it, ride it out.

And there it was. The tingling that started
deep down, and worked its way up until I was caught in the thrall.
I exploded into her, gasping and biting her breast so hard, I was
certain I tasted blood. The metallic taste made me thrust harder,
like a madman. I emptied myself into her with a final shudder.

Now, I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out
of here without her screaming. And how was I going to keep her from
going to the cops? I really should’ve thought this through more,
but it was impossible to think when all the blood in my body was in
my aching loins.

In the clarity of the moment, I wasn’t sure
what to do. But I had to think fast.

“I’m going to get off you now and get
dressed. If you make a sound, I’ll slit your throat and watch you
bleed, and then I’ll go downstairs and do the same to those brats
of yours. Got it?” I asked with my mouth no more than two inches
from her face.

She nodded.

I pulled myself out of her and started to get
up, but realized that my hard-on was still there. The orgasm hadn’t
gotten rid of it. That had never happened to me before.

I put all my weight on my arms and looked
down between the broad and me to my dick, as if seeing it would
change the facts. I threw the broad a strange look. I didn’t know
what to do. If this hadn’t gotten rid of the damn thing, what
would? Why wouldn’t it go away?

“All right,” I mumbled to myself. Surely, it
was still there because I wasn’t done with her.

I forced myself back into her with more force
than before. She sobbed, but that didn’t stop me. I kept on, as if
she was enjoying it, which I was sure she was.

I was banging her now with all I had. I was
throwing myself against her so hard, it was hurting me.

But I had to.

I was breathing so hard and fast, my chest
hurt.

But I had to.

I was sweating so much it was dripping down
onto her face. I didn’t care. This wasn’t even about her now. This
was about me. Me and my eternal hard-on.

Sure, it felt good banging her. Damn good.
Hell, I’d already came once. What the hell was the problem? I
didn’t understand. All I knew to do was keep banging her.

So I did.

I kept on slamming myself against her over
and over until I couldn’t do it anymore. I didn’t have the
strength, I didn’t have the breath, and I didn’t have the time. I
was sure Owen would be back any second.

Finally, I stopped. I laid there on her for a
minute catching my breath. I could feel her sobbing underneath me.
It still turned me on, but I just couldn’t do anything about
it.

I was pissed.

I put my face closer to hers and said,
“Remember what I said.”

She nodded.

I put the trash bag containing the bed
clothes Bernie had ruined in the trash can at the curb and replaced
the lid.

I yawned, happy to be finished with this
chore. I wanted more than anything to get home so I could cuddle
with Carla and get some sleep.

Oscar ran up to me, coming from who knows
where. I scratched behind his ears before heading home.

I saw that everything was still dark at
Bernie’s house. I wondered what he’d been up to all day and night.
He was probably nursing his wounds. I’d done more than tap his head
with that golf club. Carla had done a number on his crotch as well.
He was sure to be in agony.

I quietly opened the door and stepped inside
my house. I went into the living room and checked on the kids
before I headed upstairs.

I had only gone up a couple of steps when I
heard a crash and a thump come from my bedroom.

I bolted up the stairs and burst into the
room. It took a few seconds to register what I was seeing.

Carla stood naked, crying. She had her arms
folded across her chest, covering as much of her body as she could.
I saw blood on her right breast. Even from across the room, I could
see her trembling.

I saw all that in one second.

In the next second, I saw Bernie crumpled on
the floor, naked with an erection, surrounded by shards of glass.
The remnants of the lamp from my nightstand were scattered around
him.

I was both furious with Bernie and concerned
for Carla at the same moment. I decided Carla was more important.
Bernie was out cold, so I had a minute or so before he regained
consciousness.

I ran to Carla and threw my arms around
her.

“Are you okay?” I wanted to squeeze her
against me to let her know it was okay, that she was safe. But I
didn’t want to hurt her. I knew if her breast was bleeding, there
was no telling what other injuries she had. “What’d he do to you?”
I asked, doing my best to keep from sounding angry. I didn’t want
her to think I was angry with her. That was the farthest thing from
the truth.

She didn’t have to say it. She looked up at
me, eyes full of tears, chin quivering, and I knew. I knew what
that bastard had done to her. And I knew what I was going to do to
him.

“Carla, grab your clothes and go downstairs.
Don’t come back up here, no matter what.” I kissed the top of her
head and turned to deal with Bernie.

Before I was fully turned around, Bernie
lunged at me. I threw up my arms to avoid the impact of his bulky
body slamming into mine, but it was too late. He hit me with all
his weight and we stumbled backward, falling onto the bed.

I felt it before I knew what it was. As
Bernie stood, I saw the knife, dripping my blood. The overwhelming
stinging in my side was explained now. He had stabbed me. I reached
down and touched the spot where it stung the most. It didn’t feel
like a large wound, but when I brought up my hand, my fingers were
red.

Rage rushed through me then. I sprung up from
the bed and punched Bernie in the nose. He dropped the knife and
stumbled backward, holding his bleeding nose.

Before he could recover, I rushed him again,
punching his oversized gut.

He let go of his nose and wrapped his arms
around his stomach, doubled-over in pain. I used this opportunity
to knock one of his teeth out with my knee.

I saw the opportunity to go for the knife and
took it. Though it only took a second for me to bend down and grab
the knife with my right hand while holding my bleeding side with my
left, it was enough time for Bernie to see an opportunity of his
own.

When I stood, he was gone. I heard him
thumping down the stairs heavily and took off after him.

I didn’t make it far, though. I heard Carla’s
sobs as I passed the bathroom. It stopped me briefly. I wanted to
go to her. However, I needed to make sure that Bernie was gone
before I did.

I went downstairs and quickly checked the
kids. They were fine, and there was no sign of Bernie in the living
room. The front door stood open. I ran to it and stepped out onto
the porch. I saw Bernie running up the steps to his house, naked,
with his arms full of clothes.

One thing was for sure, I knew where to find
him. And I would find him, and I would deal with him. I stepped
back in the house, closed and locked the door behind me, and ran
upstairs to Carla.

The shower curtain was pulled back, allowing
me to see Carla sitting in the shower, naked, with hot water
beating against her body. With the water going, I couldn’t see the
tears that I knew were pouring from her eyes, but I could see the
way her body heaved with her heavy sobs. She was trembling.

I walked slowly toward her, unsure of what I
should do. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to wrap her up in
the safety of my arms forever, stopping only long enough to kill
Bernie. But I wasn’t sure what I should do.

As I stepped closer to her, she leaned
forward quickly and vomited in the shower. As I watched her dinner
swirl down the drain, I thought of Bernie. If it weren’t for that
piece of shit, none of this would be happening now. He didn’t
deserve to live, but death would be too good for him.

Perched on the side of the bathtub, I reached
slowly toward Carla to stroke her face. Just before I touched her
however, she pulled away.

It hurt my feelings that she didn’t want me
to touch her, but I knew I couldn’t take it personally. She’d just
been raped. I couldn’t even imagine the toll that had taken on her.
And like I said, I didn’t know what to do.

So I called Jill. I didn’t tell her what had
happened, just that I needed her and Andy to come over immediately.
Maybe another woman could comfort her at such a time. I hoped. I
hated to see her in pain, and knowing that I couldn’t do anything
for her only made it worse.