Fake Reflection

Matt gave Jena his attention. She’s never talked about her parents. The subject always gets avoided. He’s seen the sadness flash in her eyes when she changes the subject. Matt has thought about reading her file. He’s gotten as far as opening it to the first page with her picture and basic information, but he could never go further than that. He didn’t want to get to know her that way. He didn’t want know all her secrets like Brian did Tammy. It took away the experience of finding out himself by spending time with her. He wanted her to trust him enough to tell him herself. It felt like an invasion on her privacy, and he didn’t like the way it made him feel.

The California Doll Maker wasn’t someone Matt was familiar with. “I’ve only heard of him.” he told her. Kimmie nodded. She couldn’t believe she was going to tell him this. Part of her was hoping maybe if she was honest about herself maybe he would forgive her when he found out who she was. “He was a serial killer back in the 90s. Dressed his victims up like porcelain dolls, and staged their bodies in scenes like tea parties,” she started to explain, “My father was a detective for the LAPD. Him and his partner were investigating the case, and ultimately caught him. My dad was the arresting officer, and one day while they were transferring him, he escaped…”

And Queue Flashback:
“Wake up.” Kimmie heard someone whisper as they shook her. She rubbed her eyes, and opened them to met the worried eyes of her brother Jared, 15 years old, and closest to her age. Their older brother, Caleb, 17, was standing anxiously by her bedroom door. “What’s going on?” she whispered. “Come on someone’s in the house.” Jared told her pulling her up. “What?” she questioned fully awake now. “They’re in mom and dads room.” Caleb said pulling down the attic door and stairs outside of Kimmie’s room. The upstairs hall was L-shaped, and their parents room was around the corner. “Get up there.” Caleb told her pushing her up the stairs. “You’re coming with me right?” she asked fear flowing fierce through her. They shook their heads.

A crash, and scream came from their parents room, and three pairs of young eyes snapped to the turn point of the hall. “Go!” Jared said at a loud whisper pushing Kimmie up the stairs. She climbed up, and looked back down at her brothers. Caleb tried to give her a comforting smile, but it was hard when he was just as scared as she was. “Everything will be okay.” he assured her, not entirely believing himself. “Pull the draw string up after I close this.” he told her pushing the stairs back up. Kimmie nodded, and pulled the door closed with the string, and wrapping it around a nail.

The attic was pitch black. She couldn’t hear much of what was going on. They were being quiet. The sound of a door hitting a wall snapped her head up, and her eyes went wide. Footsteps, she heard heavy footsteps on the hardwood hallway floor. It sounded like he was dragging something. Then she heard the rough deep unfamiliar voice. It was a little muffled, but she could hear what he was saying, “Stop right there boys.” he ordered. Kimmie wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard one of her brothers say “Mom.” Kimmie held her breath as she listened hard. “Why don’t you go ahead, and slide that little peashooter over here.” he commanded. They must have the gun their dad had stashed in a table draw in the hall. “Easy boys, I’ll cut her throat right here.” he snapped.

Kimmie was sure now he said mom. She wished she could see what was happening. She didn’t dare move. She didn’t dare breath. All she could do was listen. Kimmie heard something slide down the hall. She heard some nore movement then his voice made her skin crawl, “Now, where’s that pretty little daughter of yours?” Kimmie assumed he was talking to her mother. “She’s not here.” Caleb’s voice broke through quickly. “Move Now!” She heard him bark, footsteps following after, and the slam of a door.

Kimmie started to breath heavy, the paralyzing fear pulsing through her. She was alone in the attic. She couldn’t hear anything anymore. What the hell was she suppose to do? Some psycho has her family in her parents room, and she was hiding in the attic. She knew they put her up here to keep her safe, but she couldn’t just sit here while he did God only knows what to them. Kimmie took a few deep breaths to calm herself enough to think strait. Her dad had another gun stashed in the den. Being the child of a cop, she was taught proper gun safety, and handling at an early age. By the time she was 10 she could disassemble, and reassemble any hand gun you handed her, fire it too.

She had to do something. With a steadier hand than before, she unwrapped the drawstring, and opened the latch on the attic door. Slowly she lowered the stairs, and crept down them. She stayed along the wall, and quietly walked towards the stairs. She could hear the man yelling in her parents room, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. She hugged the banister as she made her way downstairs, remembering to skip the second to last step. It creaks. Kimmie moved a little quicker once downstairs. It was still dark, but her eyes had adjusted, and she knew this house like the back of her hand. She took a left into the living room, checking the phone on the end table next to the couch. Of course it was dead. Kimmie hung it up, and made her way to the bay window in the den. She liked to sit here and read. She pushed the cushions, and pillows off the built in seat, and opened the wooden lid. She pulled out the lock box, and put in the combination. Pulling out the revolver, she quickly loaded 6 bullets into the chamber, and closed it.

The adrenaline was flowing through her now, and though the fear was still there, it was quickly diminishing. Kimmie made her way back to the stairs, and quickly, but quietly back up them. The man’s voice got louder as Kimmie rounded the corner, and walked down the hall to her parents room. The word he was saying became clearer as she crept closer to the closed door “….see her die, then those two boys of yours,” the sound of something hitting skin came through, followed by the sound of a man groaning in pain. Kimmie held tightly to the six-shooter, and placed a hand on the door knob. “Then I’ll finish you.” she heard him hiss as she turned the knob.

Kimmie pushed open the door just as the man ran a blade across her mother’s throat. Tears filled her eyes as the crimson red started to flow. The man stared wide eyed surprise as the young girl raised the revolver. Kimmie let the rage fuel her as she pulled the trigger. ONE, in the shoulder, the man stumbled back. TWO, in the middle of the chest he hit the wall. THREE, Kimmie’s tears blurred her vision, but saw his hand go to his stomach. FOUR, in the ribs, he collapsed to his knees. FIVE, in the throat, as the sobs ripped through her. SIX, in the head, leaned back against the wall, eyes wide and lifeless. Click, click, click…the gun hit the floor.

Kimmie took a deep shaky breath, and wiped her eyes. She didn’t have time to cry. She grabbed her mothers robe on the edge of the bed, and rushed to her restained in a chair. She tried to stop the bleeding, but it wasn’t working. Carol looked into the terrified blue eyes of her only daughter as she felt the life slip away from her. She just wanted to touch her face one more time, but she couldn’t. She wanted to tell her she loved her, and that she was proud of her, but she didn’t have the air. So with her last bit of life, she pressed her lips to to Kimmie’s forehead, feeling the sob rake through her baby girl before her heart pulsed it’s last beat. Kimmie collapsed to her knees, and let the sobs over take her. She rested her forehead on her arms folded on her mothers lap. The blood never crossing her mind as she let sob after sob escape, the distant sounds of sirens filling the air…And End Flashback

Kimmie wiped her eyes, “The rest of the night was pretty much a blur. Someone heard the gun shots, and called the police. My brothers were fine, but my dad,” she paused fighting back the tears, “He died later in the hospital from his injuries. He beat him with a crowbar. I was 13.” she finished the last part at a whisper as silent tears streamed down her face. They sat in silence for a moment as Matt let her story sink in. She was only 13, and to overcome something like that, he had a new found respect for her. Maybe she could handle his life. The fact that her dad was a cop didn’t bother him. She wasn’t a cop, and maybe what happened had something to do with that. Of course Matt didn’t know how wrong, but yet right he was.

He looked at her, and cupped her face wiping away the tears with his thumbs. He smiled softly when she closed her eyes, and the same content look from earlier washed her face. He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, soothing himself, as he soothed her. He was going to feed her a bunch of sympathetic words, and try to pretend he knew how she felt. Instead he was going to comfort her with his his touch. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, and she opened her eyes when he pulled away. “If you’re up for the ride,” he said gazing deep into her eyes, “I would love it if you joined my side.” Kimmie couldn’t hold in her giggle as the sadness and pain washed away, “Did you just ask me out in rhyme?” she asked smiling. Matt let out a chuckle, turning a little red at the realization, “Yea, I guess I did.” he said returning her smile.

Kimmie smiled wider, “You’re cute when you blush,” she said straddling his lap, “And I’m totally up for the ride.” she answered, crashing her lips to his, hoping he would see the double meaning in her words. And see the double meaning, he did. Matt felt his dick twitch at the look in her eyes, and only got harder the more she touched him. He wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her hard into his chest, wasting no time pulling the strings on her top. He didn’t attack her chest immediately. Instead he wrapped both arms around her holding her against him as their tongues danced passionately. He trailed kisses down her jaw, and neck, the taste of the ocean on her sweet skin. Kimmie shivered, and leaned back into his strong arms as he made his way across her collar, and down to her hard nipple. He took it in his mouth, and a moan escaped her as he flicked his tongue over, and around it.

Kimmie kept a firm grip on his shoulders getting lost in the pleasure as he expertly teased her nipples. Matt moved a hand around, and down the front of her as he move to the other nub, resting his hand on her hip as he rubbed her swollen, throbbing clit through her bottoms with his thumb. He heard her moan louder and smirked against her breast. He still knew how to drive a woman crazy. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she felt the hot ball of fire build inside of her. “Matt,” she moaned out, “I need you now.” she said sliding a hand down his chest, and rubbing his hard cock through his shorts. He felt big, and Kimmie felt herself get wetter.

Matt let out a groan when she slipped her hand past his wast band, and started stroking his throbbing cock. He quickly pulled the strings on the sides of her bottoms, and laid her back, pulling them away from her. The sun was starting to set over the horizon, and he had never seen her more beautiful than he did now. She glided her finger up and down his arms as he knelt above her, his hand roaming her naked body just wanting to feel the softness of her skin.Kimmie moved a hand to the back of his neck, and she pulled him down to meet her lips. She slid his shorts past his waist, and he broke the kiss sitting up on his knees to pull them off the rest of the way.

Kimmie’s eyes widened a little at the size of him. He smirked, and leaned over her, “Are you sure you don’t want a little foreplay?” he whispered in her ear, and sliding a finger down her wet slit. He internally groaned again at how wet she really was for him. He met her narrow lust filled eyes, “Shut up, and fuck me.” she said. It took everything Matt had not to slam into her right then. He gripped his dick in his hand, and ran the head up and down her wet folds before slowly pushing inside of her. Kimmie squeezed her eyes shut, feeling pain at first. She knew she would with his size, and it being so long since the last time. Matt seen the pain on her face, and started with slow gentle thrusts until she was use to him.

She felt so good and tight around him, and he was sure he wasn’t going to last long. It’s been awhile for him as well. Kimmie felt the pain fade, and the pleasure replace it. She started to rock her hips against him, meeting his thrusts. Matt kissed her hard, and picked up his pace when she started to move with him. The fire inside of her started to build with each movement, and Kimmie was in total bliss. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he kissed her, picking up her pace as well. Matt broke the kiss, and hooked an arm under her leg, bringing it up. Kimmie let out a loud moan when he started hitting that soft bundle of nerves inside of her. Their eyes locked, and he rested his head on hers, his thrusts getting sloppy and uneven. The ball inside of her exploded, and Kimmie cried out in pleasure, as her orgasm washed through her in waves. Matt felt her clench tightly around him as she came, barely able to move as he thrust inside of her a few more times before his own washed over him, and he spilled himself inside of her with a throaty growl.

They road out their highs, their lips locked in a fierce battle. No words were spoken as they broke the kiss, and just gazed at each other. He was her’s and she his, and nothing could spoil the moment. Matt pulled out gently, and rolled off of her. Kimmie let out a content sigh when he pulled her into him, and kissed her forehead. The sun finally dipped below the horizon, and she closed her eyes, placing a kiss on his chest. Perfect way to end the night, Kimmie thought to herself.

Notes

Yay they're together. Happy, happy, joy, joy, Wooo hooo, hurrah, fa, la,la,la,la,la :)
Now lets see how long it lasts before their worlds come crashing down.