Dark Layers Volume 2: Dark Layers Read Online Free Page A
Author: A L Gray
you have rested Sweetie."
I lift my heavy legs atop of the bed and lay my head in his lap. I stare into space with my sore red eyes; I'm so confused. Why do I feel like this? I know it isn't love, how can I love someone in just over a week? I feel my emotions growing into anger; rejection is a bitch. He has fucked me in the head when I promised I wouldn't let him control me.
Derek sensually strokes my hair, trying to calm me before I sleep. I appreciate his efforts. I peer up at him and as I start to thank him, he stops me and insists, "shhh - sleep Sweetie." He whispers.
I close my eyes and desperately trying to drift off into the land of nowhere, hoping to dream of a happy place but, my dreams are damned - I have no choice but to dream of compelling blue eyes who stalk me.
"WHY ARE YOU doing this to me?" I beg.
"Because I can." A beautiful man replies.
His face suddenly transforms into a demon. His blonde locks retract into his perfectly bald skull. His dark brown eyes turn black.
"What are you?" I whisper frightened.
"I am God." He smiles deviant while gazing down at me.
I try to run, knowing he must be sent from the Devil himself. Loud vicious screams suddenly assault my ears.
"Ahhh!" I cry.
I cannot escape - the pain is just too much. I'm forced to break down to the ground in pain. I'm thankful for the soft carpet that breaks my landing to the floor.
"Please stop." I beg, tears endlessly flowing down my cheeks.
"I thought this was what you wanted? The deepest darkest parts of me - I thought you wanted to fulfil my desires?" He says.
I quickly peer around. I try to recognize my location, but all I see is darkness. I look down. I can see the soft carpet I'm kneeling on. It's illuminated for some reason. It's beige, with small heavenly lights shining towards the dark misty skies - circling me. Why is there a carpet here?
I suddenly look at my hands because they start to sting. They start bleeding pools of dark red blood that drips endlessly onto the beige carpet. I panic and try to stop the bleeding but as I do, my hands start to vanish, pouring onto the floor like think wet red sand, right before my very eyes. I try to grab my body but notice my entire existence is vanishing, vanishing into nothing...
"AHHH!" I SCREAM. I wake in a pool of sweat. I sit up in my bed panicking. My hands tremble, my body is heated. I try to remember my nightmare - to be sure it was only a nightmare. Derek is nowhere to be seen. My bedroom is tidy. Did I dream the last week? - My bedroom was definitely messy before I went to sleep. I look at my clock. I grab it in a frenzy and jump, dropping it to the floor seeing it's eight-thirty at night. Shit! I have slept an entire day away!
Derek's deep voice immediately grabs my attention. I thrash my head to the right, wondering where he is. He's talking to someone on the phone - I think. I now realize the rollercoaster week has definitely happened - my dreams must be punishing me for letting it be.
I gently slide to the side of my bed, trying to gather myself once more. I listen to Derek as his voice gets louder.
"He what? - This is outrageous Mr. Gooden - Yes I understand fully - Yes I will deal with the matter - No payment is necessary - No they are not dating - I have no idea why the papers have printed such a story - I have to tell Anile we spoke - Because she will be furious and I do not keep secrets from her Mr. Gooden - Yes I will be discrete - Okay, goodbye Sir." He finishes and hangs up.
He turns and jumps at my presence. He almost drops his phone and he fumbles trying to insure it doesn't slip through his fingers. I stand firm in front of him; I'm annoyed. I narrow my eyes at him.
"What the hell - how long have you been there?" He says.
"Long enough. What was that about and why has my father called you?"
"He saw the papers Anile - even that is out of our hands."
I start to pace my living area, my hands are in my messy hair, and my mouth is dry.
"Shit. What
I lift my heavy legs atop of the bed and lay my head in his lap. I stare into space with my sore red eyes; I'm so confused. Why do I feel like this? I know it isn't love, how can I love someone in just over a week? I feel my emotions growing into anger; rejection is a bitch. He has fucked me in the head when I promised I wouldn't let him control me.
Derek sensually strokes my hair, trying to calm me before I sleep. I appreciate his efforts. I peer up at him and as I start to thank him, he stops me and insists, "shhh - sleep Sweetie." He whispers.
I close my eyes and desperately trying to drift off into the land of nowhere, hoping to dream of a happy place but, my dreams are damned - I have no choice but to dream of compelling blue eyes who stalk me.
"WHY ARE YOU doing this to me?" I beg.
"Because I can." A beautiful man replies.
His face suddenly transforms into a demon. His blonde locks retract into his perfectly bald skull. His dark brown eyes turn black.
"What are you?" I whisper frightened.
"I am God." He smiles deviant while gazing down at me.
I try to run, knowing he must be sent from the Devil himself. Loud vicious screams suddenly assault my ears.
"Ahhh!" I cry.
I cannot escape - the pain is just too much. I'm forced to break down to the ground in pain. I'm thankful for the soft carpet that breaks my landing to the floor.
"Please stop." I beg, tears endlessly flowing down my cheeks.
"I thought this was what you wanted? The deepest darkest parts of me - I thought you wanted to fulfil my desires?" He says.
I quickly peer around. I try to recognize my location, but all I see is darkness. I look down. I can see the soft carpet I'm kneeling on. It's illuminated for some reason. It's beige, with small heavenly lights shining towards the dark misty skies - circling me. Why is there a carpet here?
I suddenly look at my hands because they start to sting. They start bleeding pools of dark red blood that drips endlessly onto the beige carpet. I panic and try to stop the bleeding but as I do, my hands start to vanish, pouring onto the floor like think wet red sand, right before my very eyes. I try to grab my body but notice my entire existence is vanishing, vanishing into nothing...
"AHHH!" I SCREAM. I wake in a pool of sweat. I sit up in my bed panicking. My hands tremble, my body is heated. I try to remember my nightmare - to be sure it was only a nightmare. Derek is nowhere to be seen. My bedroom is tidy. Did I dream the last week? - My bedroom was definitely messy before I went to sleep. I look at my clock. I grab it in a frenzy and jump, dropping it to the floor seeing it's eight-thirty at night. Shit! I have slept an entire day away!
Derek's deep voice immediately grabs my attention. I thrash my head to the right, wondering where he is. He's talking to someone on the phone - I think. I now realize the rollercoaster week has definitely happened - my dreams must be punishing me for letting it be.
I gently slide to the side of my bed, trying to gather myself once more. I listen to Derek as his voice gets louder.
"He what? - This is outrageous Mr. Gooden - Yes I understand fully - Yes I will deal with the matter - No payment is necessary - No they are not dating - I have no idea why the papers have printed such a story - I have to tell Anile we spoke - Because she will be furious and I do not keep secrets from her Mr. Gooden - Yes I will be discrete - Okay, goodbye Sir." He finishes and hangs up.
He turns and jumps at my presence. He almost drops his phone and he fumbles trying to insure it doesn't slip through his fingers. I stand firm in front of him; I'm annoyed. I narrow my eyes at him.
"What the hell - how long have you been there?" He says.
"Long enough. What was that about and why has my father called you?"
"He saw the papers Anile - even that is out of our hands."
I start to pace my living area, my hands are in my messy hair, and my mouth is dry.
"Shit. What
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