1. The Last Flight. Chapter 22


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    knock. It was Françoise who spoke first. “Karen, what is wrong with you?” she urged, “Have you learnt nothing at all?” I stared at her then shouted out: “I am never going to escape the past! It will torment me for ever, I know it will! I can't go back and now I can't go on! I am trapped in a never ending nightmare from which I will never awake!” I stood still, rigid and shaking, clenching and unclenching my fists as I sobbed heartily between sentences. “I am going insane, don't you see? I am never going to escape this! I will never, never ever have a normal life!” “Karen...” My dad stepped towards me, his hand raised to strike me. “Get away from me! You will hurt them all! Just like you did my mum and me!” I screamed and pushed past them both, running as fast as I could from the room, along the hall and out through the front door. I had to get away, I would not let him strike me again! “Karen! Wait! come back! Where are you going?” I heard the voices calling after me but still I ran blindly, panicking. I ran down the gravel drive and out ...
    through the gateway. He won't hurt me again, he won't! I won't let him! As I ran, scenes flashed through my mind. I saw Harry Simmonds, grinning insanely, his trousers around his ankles. I saw my father hitting my mother. I saw Fred, standing amidst the rubble, smiling benignly, reaching out his hand to me but, with his other, holding his erect penis. I saw dead faces, crushed and bleeding faces trapped in aircraft seats. I waved my arms about wildly, brushing them aside as I ran and I heard the scream of the bombs as they fell and the explosions. I heard the air raid siren and the screech of a bomb as it fell towards me. The force from its blast hit me hard and threw me sideways onto the road where I curled up into a ball to protect myself as I felt the life ebb slowing away from my body and a peaceful, merciful darkness began to envelope me like a black veil and through it all I saw a figure moving toward me, a black cloaked figure, holding out a bony fingered hand, beckoning me to follow him until, finally, there was... nothing! To be continued...
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