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  I ignore him, going into the kitchen and pouring myself a stiff drink. At eighteen I was already, pretty much, an alcoholic, the job driving me that way. It takes the alcohol to diminish all my bad and fucked up thoughts away. All I can ever think of, anytime of the day, is killing people. Seeing them die before me, watching as their bodies turn pale and ice cold, their eyes fading and their pulse stopping. The thrill, the excitement and adrenaline makes me crazy. Except when i'm with Josie, when i'm with her I don't have to think about it, I don't need to. She makes everything ok, makes all the bad thoughts disappear as if I never thought them in the first place. Being with her, makes me realise I don't need this life, I don't need to ruin other peoples’ lives, killing and hurting people.

  “LEIGHTON!” I hear my dad shout, the door getting closer and closer to opening.

  I still ignore him, enjoying my drink as I sit at the bar. My phone sounds, Josie’s number appearing.

  Hey baby, everything ok? There’s a lot of banging coming from your driveway. Love you and stay safe please xx

  I text back instantly, smiling at her careful nature. She is going to make the most wonderful mother there ever was.

  Absolutely babe, everything is fine. Just my dad, I kicked him out. I will stay safe, can't wait to see you later. Love you bubba. Xxx

  Oh, ok. Love you too x

  She replies simply. I laugh at the repeated banging and crashing, as my father tries his hardest to smash through the door.

  “Who the fuck is that?” I hear my mother behind me, tying her dressing gown around her waist as she comes to me. My gun lay on the counter top, a glass of amber liquid in my hand.

  “Dad.” I say simply.

  “Leighton, why the fuck is my husband locked outside shouting and screaming like a maniac?” she asks me worried.

  “Because, mother, he does not live here anymore. He just can't simply stay away like I’ve asked him too.” I smile sarcastically at her.

  “No, young man, you let him in here right now. This is not only your home.” She commands me, her lips scrunched and her eyes dangerous. She makes me shrink into myself, my six foot frame shrivelling into an inch tall, piece of shit.

  “I don't want him here, mum. He’s nothing but a waist of fucking air and space. You don't need him.” I am trying to not tell her what he’s repeatedly done to her, not wanting to break her into pieces if I don't need to.

  “Excuse me, boy. You open that door, let your dad in and fuck off to bed. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” She bites at me, causing me to shake my head and nearly tell her everything.

  “Whatever, you’re being fucking stupid.” I regretted saying that the second it leaves my lips. I’d never spoke to my mum in such a bad manor, but it is pissing me off how much she lets him get away with things.

  “Don't dare talk to me like that, Leighton. I will not have it from, regardless of your age, ill still throw you over my fucking knee and spank your arse.” I want to laugh, really I do, but when I see the deadly look she’s giving me I recoil and walk away.

  “You can open the door yourself, I don't wanna see the cunt.” I say as I pick my gun up and walk away.

  “You’re pushing it kid, quit while you’re ahead.” My mum warns me, her feet softly padding towards the crashing and banging front door.

  I make it to my room in time to hear his horrid voice making me heave in repulsion.

  “Where is he, the slimy fucking cunt?” his nasty words fall out as he slams and bangs around downstairs. I'm close to going back down there, just to make sure my mum’s alright, before I hear the stairs thumping.

  “James, please stop. He hasn’t done anything wrong.” My mum begs my dad as his heavy feet head to my room.

  “No? Okay. Well tell me why all my stuff from my study is on the front drive.” He shouts at her. I get up from my bed, hating the way he is talking to her. I open my door and see him in her face, saliva spitting from his lips as he bellows at her.

  “One woman not enough for you today, dad?” I ask nastily, ready to tell her everything if it meant getting him out of here.

  “SHUT IT, LEIGHTON, NOW. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE FUCK.” He threatens me, my mother’s eyes widening at his blatant violence.

  “What is he on about, James?” my mum asks him.

  “Go on, Daddy, tell mum what i'm talking about. I'm sure she’d love to know what your days entail.” I am getting ballsy, and I know it’s only going to end up bad if I carry on, but I am sick and tired of the shit he’s brought here.

  “Nothing, Cassandra, go to the room, now.” He commands my mum, and the look she gives him makes even me cower into myself.

  “I’m sorry, say that again, James.” She requests of him.

  “I said, get your fucking arse to bed. I will be there shortly.” He is becoming aggressive and I can see the need to lash out, building in him.

  “Fuck you, you fucking prick.” She tells him in response. I mentally high five my mum for her courage, she isn’t a weak little flower, my mother can kick some arse and I am glad of the fact. That’s until she flies into the wall, my father’s hand smashing into her cheek.

  “I said. GET TO THE FUCKING ROOM.” He screams at her, bending down to her height.

  I don't resist or think twice about my actions, I run at him, tackling him to the floor. I climb atop his body and lay punch after punch to his face, ribs and stomach. “You touch her again and I’ll slit your fucking throat you cunt.” I shout in between my punches.

  I hope, in fact, that I might eventually kill him, smashing him hard enough to murder the prick. “Leighton, please, get off of him.” My mum begs, trying to pull at my arms.

  I eventually leave him, his face bloody and smashed, his body already showing bruises. “Now, you listen to me, dad, you leave, you leave tonight and never come back here. We don't need you, nobody fucking needs you. Go and find some silly little whore to fuck, like you do every day, and leave our family alone. Or I will kill you.” I threaten him, standing up and kicking his side once.

  “I’m going to Josie’s. I can't be here, until he’s gone, mum. So, until you get some sense, and kick his arse out, you’ll find me there.” I walk past her.

  “Leighton, please.” She begs me, tears streaming her face. She has never seen me lose control like that, ever. It must have frightened her in the least.

  “Mum, I can't. Just, if he touches you every again, shoot him please.” I shake my head again as I head out of the door. I walk around to her house, my fists still clenched in tight balls.

  I unlock her house and enter, finding her still asleep on the lounge floor where I had left her. I scoop her up, blowing the nearly smouldered, candles out. I hold her close to my body, her tiny frame sinking into me. I walk to her room, gently placing her on the bed before stripping my clothes and climbing in with her.

  I stroke her hair softly, letting her warmth and love sooth me and calm me. She doesn’t wake, simply accepts me and moulds into me.

  I allow my eyes to close as I hold her to me, my hands once again against her stomach, excited for the time when a huge bump is present.

  Chapter Three

  I haven’t been home in three months, I can't bare too. I visited once, a week after leaving, but he was still there, still smiling smugly like the snaky, sneaky prick he is. I told my mother that day I wouldn’t be returning, and I know I’ll keep to my promise, because if I go into that house again and he’s there, I’ll be more than inclined to lodge a bullet in his fucking brain.

  I turn in the bed, trying to forgo the thoughts of three months ago, now focusing on my pregnant fiancée sleeping next to me, her belly now blossoming, growing by the day with our beautiful son inside. She is twenty-five weeks pregnant now, over half way to delivering and bringing our beautiful boy into this world. I know, and I’ll do anything to prove it, that I will be the best god damn daddy that kid will ever know. There will not be a kid in this world, as lucky as my son. He will want for nothing, he will n
ever fear and will never have to endure the kind of childhood I did.

  “Morning, baby.” I whisper as Josie rolls over to her side and flutters her eyes open. She smiles sweetly to me, her hand reaching down to her stomach to rub it. I join her there, connecting our fingers together, interlocking ourselves as we cherish the space our child grows. “Sleep well?” I ask her considerately, leaning forward and kissing her forehead.

  She shuffles closer to me, laying her head to my chest, where my heart thumps a steady rhythm. “Perfect, you?” I can feel her tiny, warm breaths against my chest, tickling the smattering of hairs I have.

  “Perfect.” I mimic her, lying through my teeth. I haven’t slept well for three months, continuously watching and waiting for something to happen. I didn’t trust that my father would let this thing between us go, he is too sly and sick for that. He hasn’t got a heart, and it’s that, that I fear the most. I fear that he will come when I least expect it, doing something utterly unforgivable, treating me like one of his jobs.

  I will be ready, there is no way I’d let him get to me, I was needed now, I was important to someone. There are two people counting on me, counting on me to protect them, keep them safe and treasure them. And I do, with my life, I would pay the greatest sacrifice to have them breathing another breath on earth.

  “Good, I know you don't sleep well normally.” How she knows that, I don't know, I have tried to conceal it from her, not wanting to stress or worry her too much.

  “I sleep fine, sweetheart.” I lie again, smiling to her and then kissing her head of curls.

  “Don't bullshit me, babe. I’ve been sleeping next to you for the past three months, and nearly every night you wake me up with her shakes and rages. I hope you are okay, if you need to talk about everything that’s happened, please talk to me. I don't want you losing the plot over that deranged arsehole.” She tells me, acting as though she is the protector in this partnership.

  “I’ll be fine, Angel. Nothing for you to worry about, you just keep that baby in their living and breathing, and make sure I get to hold you every night and I’ll be fine. I'm a big boy, I can deal with my issues. Besides, you don't need any more bullshit in your life.”

  “Your issues are my issues, Leighton. The moment you put this ring on my finger, and this child in my stomach, you became everything. You are my everything, every problem you have is mine, every tear you shed I shed with you, every beat of your heart connects to the very same beat of my own.” I laugh softly at her sweetness.

  “What’s funny?” she asks me, almost offended that I laughed at her mushy outburst of affection.

  “Nothing, Pet, just your lovely little speech. Just know, Angel,” I roll her onto her back, moving my body to go atop of hers. “I feel the same. There isn’t anything in this world that could stop how I feel for you, and for our baby.” I lean down and place my lips gently against hers, kissing her gently. She grinds herself against my morning wood, her heat infusing me already.

  “Good morning.” She says looking down my body, even though she can't see over her bump to my erection.

  I push forward, poking her with it. “Morning, Precious.” I reply seductively, lowering my head again and kissing her neck, breathing in her heavenly natural scent. There is nothing in this world quite like the intoxicating smell of Josie Carter, soon to be Josie Lock.

  “Ahhh, Leighton.” Josie moans out, her hands reaching round me, one laces in my hair, the other trailing my back to my arse. I smile into her neck, knowing I can affect her in such a way, she is driven mad.

  “Come on, baby, tell me. Ask me what you want to?” I instruct her as I grind myself into her more roughly. I keep myself off of her stomach, only our groins touching. My arms frame her head, my hands keeping my upright. My biceps are tensed and straining to keep myself up when all I want to do is drop down and use my energy in pounding the crap out of her, to relieve some pressure that has built.

  “You, always fucking you. Please.” She begs me, breathless already. Who am I to refuse such a delectable woman. Her body is insane, even pregnant, just the sight of her makes me harder than it ever had. Her tits had grown, becoming more than a handful each, and so sensitive my very touch made her moan in ecstasy.

  “Oh, princess, there is nothing I’d like more than to have you wrapped around my hard cock, but you see, I have a busy day today, so I must dash.” I climb from her body, walking across the room to the bathroom. I lock myself inside and try not to laugh as I hear her slight scream of frustration, then her tiny feet pad the floor to the door. I nearly piss myself, with laughter that is, when she pounds at the wood.

  “Leighton fucking Lock, open this door now. You make me cum right this second, or so help me god I will rip your dick off and have it made into a fucking vibrator.” I cringe at that thought, not that seeing her please herself with her many toys wasn’t a turn on, because fuck me, seeing a fake cock plunging inside her warm depths whilst I fuck her arse is one of the best things I’ve experienced, but I wasn’t inclined to the thought of it being my dick, not attached to my body.

  “Babe, the door is locked. You won't be able to rip my cock off because you can't get in.” I tease her, running the bath and pouring some baby friendly bubbles in. I’m not going to refuse her, I need to fuck her as much as she needs me to, I just liked to wind her up and keep her on edge sometimes.

  “LEIGHTON!” she screams in a high pitched voice, the door rattling as her foot kicks it.

  Jesus, she is desperate for a fuck.

  “Please, let me in, I need it.” She cries, whether real or not I don't know, her pregnancy hormones make her weepy at the silliest things. Like little blue socks at the shop, or the tiny baby nappies we’ve bought.

  I unlock the door, backing away quickly to stand on the other side of the bath tub, away from the wrath of Josie.

  “You fucking arsehole.” She moans, when she comes in, stalking towards me in all her nakedness. And, fuck, if she doesn’t look delicious enough to eat, repeatedly, over and over, all day fucking long.

  “What, I was making you a nice bath, for after.” I smile at her, trying to get away with tormenting her the way I had. I know Josie, very well, I know Josie well enough, to know that sex four times a day isn’t enough, that her sex drive is higher than mine, and when she is being denied she turns into a crazy mother fucker.

  “After?” she questions me, her greedy eyes eating me.

  “Yes, after, angel.” I tell her, rounding the tub and heading to her.

  “After what?” she asks again, her eyes a mixture of confusion and arousal.

  “After breakfast.” I tell her, winking.

  I lift her body up, wrapping her tones legs around me, her bare pussy slippery and wet against the hard ridges of my cock. I walk to the bathroom unit, placing her down gently on it, then pushing her to lie back. “Breakfast is served.” I tell myself aloud, licking my lips in appreciation and hunger as I push open her legs.

  “Fuck.” She hisses between her teeth as I separate her delicate folds with my fingers, trailing a finger through her moistness.

  “Yes, fuck indeed.” I say, smiling sexily to myself.

  I bend forward, keeping her thighs apart with my hands as I lean in and take a teasing lick between her labia, flicking her already swollen cit, with my needy tongue. “Jesus, this is better than fucking pancakes.” I express as I lap at her, drinking her sweet nectar, prepared to drain the mother fucking life from her, if it means tasting this every minute of the day.

  “Ahh, Ahh, Ahh.” She cries out, pushing herself up onto me, fucking my face, taking everything she wants from me.

  I pull away abruptly, standing up and leaning over her. I run my hand over her sex, slipping two fingers inside of her as I press my lips to hers. “Like that, Baby? Does it feel good having my fingers inside your tight little pussy?” I question her, knowing she likes it when I let the dirty thoughts slip out.

  “Yes, fucking yes. More, give me more, Leighton.” Sh
e pleads me, pushing herself down hard against my hand, forcing my fingers deeper inside of her.

  “Naughty girl.” I moan out, feeling her juices slippery around my fingers as she pushes herself to an orgasm. “That’s it baby, fuck yourself with my fingers, harder, fuck yourself harder, I want to feel you coming on them, hear you screaming and moaning my name when you do. You know who owns you, Josie? Me, I fucking own you, now give it to me, let me have it.” I command her, fucking her cunt hard with my fingers, pushing against her front wall, preparing her cum.

  “Yes, Leighton, you own me, you own everything about me. I'm going to cum baby.” Josie screams at the top of her lungs, her breathing becoming sharp and short, her body convulsing and spasming around my hand as she is hit with it. Her climax sears through her, causing her body to shake and tremor as every ounce of energy is sucked from her.

  I bend down as she continues to cum, putting my lips to her clit as my fingers continue fucking her. I suck on it hard, biting down on the little nub. “Ahhh, Leighton. Please, I want your cock in me.” Josie exclaims to me, her hands struggling to find my arse to pull me up to her. She can't find it, so results to using my hair. She claps the strands and halls me up her body, her hand reaching round when my arse is in reach. She pulls hard, lining our bodies, forcing my cock into her as we meet.

  “Oh shit.” I hiss out, trying to stop myself coming already. She is so tight, a wet, hot sheath for my cock. Her cunt strangles me, gripping fiercely down on me, suffocating the blood flow around me.

  “You want it, Angel, you’ll fucking have it.” I inform her, preparing her for what I know she loves. My girl is dirty, a filthy fucking bitch who isn’t sated without her pussy being thoroughly fucked.

  I have spoken with the midwife, asked about sex during pregnancy, and she said sex is fine, even mine and Josie’s tastes, being the rough and hard kind. She said if anything, the continuous firm rocking should help calm the baby.

  With the Docs go ahead, Josie and I have been like animals. Fucking all the time, unable to get enough of one another, and with her hormones sky high, her arousal just doesn’t falter, she is always horny, always wanting cock, and I’m more than inclined to give it to her.