Free Denying Heaven (Room 103) by D H Sidebottom Page B

yourself?” he asked with a
sad countenance as he traced the edge of my hairline on my forehead with a soft
finger and brushed a rebellious strand of hair away.
    “Because I’m lower than the devil’s minions, Bulk, that’s
why.”
    “You’re not a bad person, Spirit. Even I can feel that in
you.”
    I swallowed back the tears that wanted to flow with this
sweet man’s words but he didn’t know, neither could he ever know. “I am bad, Bulk. I…”
     
    I placed my palms on his shoulders and lifted myself up and
off him, wincing at the burn before he took a step back and gently lowered me
to the floor, “Spirit, whatever you think makes you bad, it isn’t…”
    “Stop it!” I spat out as I grabbed at my knickers from
the floor. “You don’t know… you don’t know!”
    A horrible realisation imploded in my brain when I felt
Bulk’s cum start to slide down my thigh. “Oh My God…”
    I froze as I stared wide eyed at him, panic starting to
detonate around my senses as I fought for my next breath. “You… you didn’t use
a condom, you didn’t use…”
    I couldn’t breathe, everything was starting to swim
before me in a terror, “Oh no, no, no.”
    “Hey, calm down. I’m sorry, I should’ve...”
    “You stupid fool,” I raged as my fists connected with his
chest and I winced as my knuckles bounced off his iron muscle. “I can’t be
pregnant… Oh God… Noooo…”
    My chest heaved as I gulped at the lack of oxygen in the
air.
    Oh fuck, this was bad; this was bad in epic proportions.
I couldn’t get pregnant, I just couldn’t. I wouldn’t allow it, God wouldn’t
allow it. He would make me pay. Pay horribly for my past…
    “Honey…” Bulk protested as he went to take hold of my
hands.
    “GET OUT!!!” I screamed as horror iced its way through my
bloodstream.
    “Spirit?”
    “Noooo” I cried as my tears won the fight and started to
track their way through my misery and out of my eyes with a torrent of
frightened and anguished cries.
    “Spirit!” he repeated, “It’s okay. I’m sorry, yes it was
my fault. I got carried away but…”
    “No buts, you stupid twat. Do you even begin to realise
what…”
    He just stared at me with wide eyes and a lax jaw. Stupid
fucking man.
    Oh fucking fairies, what the hell was I gonna do?
    Chemist! Yes, I needed a chemist quick.
    I scurried around, finding my skirt and pulling random
things from the drawers as I looked for some socks so my boots didn’t rub.
    “Spirit, would you listen…”
    “No, you fucking listen. I can’t get pregnant Bulk, I
just can’t. God hasn’t forgiven me enough…”
    “What the fuck are you on about?” he growled as he tried
to make a grab for me but I shook him off and pulled on my boots.
    “I… I killed her…. I killed her…” I rambled as I stared
through the window. My thoughts taking on a complete new pattern from five
seconds ago as Danny swam in my mind. His face, his crumpled face… then his
fist and I winced as pain exploded through my receptors and caused a bleed to
my heart.
    I shook my head as I turned to grab my bag and shot
through the door, completely ignoring Bulk’s startled gaze on me. His eyes wide
and full of query and what looked suspiciously like hatred.

Chapter 9
bulk
     
    ‘Feel it, the heat, the blaze,
    It’s coming fast, trying to burn, to sear, to corrupt,
    Oh, oh, ohhhhhh,
    Give up the chase, it’s gonna get ya’ anyway,
    Gonna burn straight through your soul.’
     
    I swallowed as my body reacted to Spirit’s movements on
stage. She was pure sex, pure sin with her fingers on the Fender and her spirit
raising the roof on the place. Her whole essence drove me wild as her tight
arse in her even tighter black jeans rocked my brain and hardened my cock.
    She leaned back against Kenny and I growled as I eyed
him. His black eye and split lip bought a smile but the way he rubbed his arse
against Spirit’s drove my gut into turmoil.
    I was gobsmacked at the way she grinded