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Peaceable Facade

Posted on | July 6, 2008 |

The following story is rated R for mature content. Thank you

After they sat her down, told her the news, she ran into the rainy Paris night. Streetlights strived to shine, even the tower appeared dim. The deep puddles and dark cars wet her while her feet squeaked against the sidewalk. Only one person could understand her. The only person she trusted other than Marie. Her parents would look for her there and she wanted to be away from them.

***
The desperate knock at the door startled him from a semi-drunk daze. The record spun quietly. Unlocking the door to a wet Nihandra, he smiled. She collapsed in his arms sobbing. He dreamed of this moment since he first met her two years ago. Now almost a woman, he desired her more. Ushering her inside, they sat on the sofa; he put his arm around her shoulder. He pulled her closer to smell her scent. She told him everything.

***
“What should we do?” asked a middle-aged woman.

Her husband drew her closer, “let her cool down, Anise. We’ll pick her up tomorrow at Marie’s. This is a big change. She’s hurt, angry and scared.”

“Oh Paul that is what I am afraid of that she’ll do something stupid.”

***
Sunlight flooded her closed eyelids, more than her one bedroom window. Nihandra’s brain tumbled over itself. Rubbing her eyes to a room with red leather paneled walls with brass rivets, a giant chandelier holding antiqued used candles and the bed she lay in, fit for a queen told her she was somewhere else, but where? Nihandra looked to the side of the bed and saw Robert.

For a man, she thought him to be sexy. Marie used to tease her about the crush he stirred.

“Nihandra, mon amie, bon jour,” he spoke in baritone.

“Bon jour, Monsieur DuChamps.”

He crawled on the bed, nearing her, “Nihandra, call me be Robert.” He lay next to her and placed his hand on her bare leg. While rubbing her leg, she snuggled closer to him. She dreamed of her first time with him, full of romance and a wedding but being only 16 she couldn’t marry legally.

“Nihandra,” he breathed in her ear. His hand traveled to her breast, cupping it, “I’ve loved you from the first day we met. I know you know we are meant to be.” His caressing roughened to a point close to pain.

Nihandra looked into his eyes, calm like the Mediterranean, but now was black. Fear overtook her false arousal. He moved on top of her, kissing and biting her. He fumbled with his pants.

“Robert, not now,” she pleaded. He didn’t listen, his actions intensified and pushed himself inside of her. Pain swelled from all over. He finished and rolled off the bed.

“Oh Nihandra, I love you so much. Do you love me?” She nodded frightened.

Robert dressed and left. A key turned. Her legs shook, she wrapped herself in a sheet and checked the door- locked.

A bathroom was off the bedroom. She started the water. It scalded her as she sank into watery freedom. She washed herself and again until her skin shrieked in protest.

Girl fantasies are never meant to come true, are they? Did she lead him on? Nihandra wanted to go home. She should’ve gone to Marie’s. Before today she couldn’t wait to see Robert DuChamps now she wished she was already in America.

She got of the rub and dried off. With a towel wrapped around her, she looked for her clothes. She found nothing to wear. Nihandra once again wrapped herself in the sheet, still feeling naked. The door opened and Robert came in with a tray.

“Robert, I made a mistake. I want to go home.”

“Pourquoi, mon cherie?”

“I don’t want to be here anymore. Please take me home.”

He pushed over the tray, glass shattered then he charged her. Scooping her up, she tried breaking free. He threw her on the bed, unwrapped her nubile body, tied her wrists together then to the bed post. The room filled with screams, nos, and cries. He didn’t listen and did as he pleased.

***
Nihandra’s parents walked to Marie’s house. Anise knocked on the door, Marie’s mother answered.

“Bon matin, Anise.”

“Bon jour, we’ve come to get Nihandra. She was really upset when we told her about moving to America.

The smile faded, “Anise, Nihandra isn’t here. She never came by.”

“Did she call Marie, anything?”Anise shouted.

“Non, Anise.”

“Nihandra,” wailed Anise as her friend and her husband caught her.

The police were called, reports were filed, Marie was questioned and now the waiting game had started.
***
He came to her at dawn, once he left she wondered if she would die here. It has been seven days. In that time, the pain worsened, bruises formed and disappeared. Nihandra left the bed only to use the bathroom. It hurt too much to do anything else. Sometimes she wished while he held onto his neck that he would take her life away. Nihandra contemplated jumping out the window. She wanted to cry but the tears were gone.

***
The investigation continued because of July many people who knew Nihandra were on vacation. All except for her voice teacher, in his apartment his schedule was clear except for one student, Nihandra. Where was Robert DuChamps now and was Nihandra with him?

***
Darkness cloaked the sun, Nihandra rose out of bed and planned on escape. Looking across green and tall trees, there had to be somebody that lived close by. The bed was sturdy to hold her weight. Even though she always thought the rope blanket out of the window was a dumb, unplausible idea, it was the only idea she had.

Nihandra knew she would have to let him rip apart one more time because he wouldn’t be back until morning and she would be long gone by then.
***
He fumbled with the key and gazed upon her nude body sitting at the window. He was so lucky to have her. Robert shut and locked the door. He planned on fucking her right there.

She didn’t run as he came closer, taking off his shirt and letting his pants fall to the ground.
Standing up, she smiled and joined him with hungry kisses. Finally, he had won her. The breeze from the open window awakened her body. Nihandra sat him down at the window and kissed his body lower. He closed his eyes while she pleasured him.

***
Her stomach twisted with every touch she gave him. His body relaxed. Now or never. Nihandra shoved him out the window. He yelped. His body splatted against the ground. She looked out the window and vomited on his body of betrayal.

Sirens and flashing light broke the peaceable facade.

Special thanks to Laane at Laane on the World for help with this story!!! I know the last story was such a clichee and horrible. Same name, takes place in Paris but a completely different story. I figured Laane should get the credit for the name.

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