"I love you so much, Lana. Don't ever leave me. Please." His tattooed hand brushed my hair behind my ear, kissing my forehead tenderly. We lay in a bed of flowers, the sun not quite setting and not quite rising, a beautiful array of purples and oranges decorating the sky.
"Frank, make me yours." I said in a whisper, a mix of desperation and lust in my voice.
"Here?" His eyebrows furrowed in a concerned manner.
"Yes, here and no where else." I buried my face in his neck taking in his scent, a mix of cologne and cigarettes. I laid gentle pecks all over his skin before snaking my tongue across and sucking. This would be the first hickey I gave him, I bit hard because I wanted it to last for weeks. So that the memory of this day would linger far after it ended.
With one swift movement he pulled me underneath him, the same way he'd done so many times before. But this time it wasn't teasing, it was the real thing, and his eyes were filled with love instead of amusement.
He reached under my lacy white dress, pulling my panties down roughly and squeezing my butt cheek. I moaned as he slid into me with force, but there was no pain, why was there no pain?
My moans picked up as his pace accelerated, grinding into me a little bit rougher each time.
"Fuck, I love you," I moaned into his ear, earning a deep throaty groan from him as he came into me. He collapsed on top of me, our hearts seemingly connected with their fast paces, our breathing built up to panting.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered into my ear, entangling his fingers in my hair. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his back. When I opened them, two women were standing over us. I shrieked, hiding underneath Frank. They weren't just any women though, it was Laura and Mrs. Smith. Pale as corpses.
"You're a slut, and a murderer." Mrs. Smith hissed at me.
"Sweetie how could you do this? My only son?" Laura choked, her eyes welling up with tears.
"Wh- How? What's going on?" I cried, covering my mouth in shock. I pushed Frank off me; pulling my dress back down. He looked at me; his eyes filled with hurt and betrayal.
"Son? Lana did you know about this? How could you do this to me?" He pushed me away as I went to grab for him. I broke down sobbing, begging for him to stay.
"F-Frank I'm sorry! Don't leave me!" I sobbed, reaching for him from the floor. I grabbed his hand and he kicked me hard in the stomach.
"Don't ever contact me again."
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I shot up from the sofa, panting and sobbing; gripping my stomach.
Immediately, Frank stirred from underneath me and his warm arms pulled me close.
"Shh, Shhh. Hey what happened?" He whispered and stroked my hair. I continued to cry, this time hysterically.
"Fuck, stop crying. What's wrong?" He wore a concerned look on his face. I looked into his eyes, searching for any form of resentment or hatred. Nothing. I sighed in relief, reaching up and hugging him tightly.
"Lana?" He questioned,
"Bad dream." I murmured. He continued to stroke my hair, hushing me to go back to sleep.
"Let me take you upstairs-" He began to get up but I pulled him back onto the sofa.
"N-No. I don't want to be alone." I mumbled.
I could make out a shadow of a grin on his face through the dark, the same grin he wore when I knew he could see right through me.
"Being clingy are we?" He raised an eyebrow.
