1. One in a Million Ch.6


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Incest, Mind Control, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Violence, Author: Redthorn, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    the door mentally. I kicked my bed, sending it skidding across the floor and resting in front of my closet. I slammed down my dresser before finally running out of fumes. I sat myself down on the overturned dresser and sat there with my hands over my face. “J.P! Open the damn door! J.P!” I sighed knowing she wouldn’t go away anytime soon so I unlocked the door. As soon as the lock came off, Jo came bursting through the door.She gasped at the wreckage but other than that didn’t say anything at all. She just closed the door behind her and sat down beside me. I don’t know how long we sat there, Me with my hands over my face and her with her arms over me in a gentle embrace. Finally, Jo stood up taking away her warmth and love away as well. I looked up to see her walking towards the door. Without thinking, my hand snapped out to grab her wrist. Jo stopped, but didn’t turn around. I felt my mouth opening and closing, but I could find the words I wanted to say, Anything could have better than the silence we were in. Jo finally broke out of my grip and practically ran out of my room and I looked after her unable to go after her. I felt the tears come then as I turned around wondering why the hell I couldn’t bring myself to do the simplest things. I faced my full body mirror in my closet which had been opened by the bed hitting it. My vision turned red as I looked at my reflection. The one person in my life who I cared about more than anything was walking out of my life and, once ...
    again, I was powerless to stop it. I yelled as I snapped my fist out shattering the mirror and it’s reflection. *********** “Well it should be okay now, but what I would like to know is how in the world did you get shards of glass stuck in your knuckles?” The doctor asked as he finished bandaging my hand while I sat on the living room couch. Mom had called the doctor when I came downstairs, my hand a bloody mess. Thankfully, the doctor did house calls and was here in ten minutes. I mumbled something about trying to move it out the way and tripping. The doc sighed as snapped up his bag before standing up. I heard him and my mom talking in the kitchen as I rubbed my bandages. “He’ll be fine physically, but I suggest getting a psychologist to see his mental state.” “Why what’s wrong with him? He hasn't been acting strange in any way.” My mom replied. “Well the way the shards were imbedded into his skin suggest that he punched the mirror.” There was silence for a minute and I tried to flex my hand. “Well in any case, you should keep an eye on him for a while, just to be sure. Here’s the card for one of my associates that specialize in psychology, call her if there are any problems.” I heard the front door slam and his truck pull away as the doctor made his exit. I got up and stretched, getting ready to head for bed. Mom came in, worry written all over her face. “You okay hun?” she asked “I’m fine mom, really. I was just trying to get my mirror down from the door to hang it up on my ...
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