The Day Sara Lost Everything: Chapter 19

Dinner that night was rather silent seeing as Sara had very little to say to Anthony. He chalked it up to her still being rattled by the appearance of what she thought to be her father, so he didn’t say anything. But in reality, Sara was out of her mind with worry. That voicemail had sounded so…terrifying. John’s voice was full of concern, just like it had been the night he raped her.

“What if he actually finds me? I mean I doubt that he could but what if..”

Sara’s thoughts were cut off as Anthony cleared his throat.

“What?”

“I said can you please pass the corn.”

“Oh, sure. Sorry,” mumbled Sara as she went back to her thoughts.

Anthony stared at the beauty across the table from him. He could see something was wrong, but assumed it was just because of Jim.

“I wish she would be more open to a physical relationship. I respect her wishes, but I’m only a man. I’m not sure how long I can continue being a gentlemen,” thought Anthony.

He was nearing the brink of exhaustion, and stood up, “Sara, I’m exceptionally tired this evening. I’ll be going to bed early. You’re more than welcome to join me…,” he trailed off suggestively.

Sara, without missing a beat, quickly replied, “No. I actually think I might just sit in front of the fire place for a while with a good book and a nice cup of tea.”

“Oh…Of course! I’ll have Krista, the maid, get you what you want and then dismiss her for the night. Feel free to have her stay if you wish, though I doubt you will. She can be quite the chatterbox, and I doubt you want that when you’re trying to read.”

Sara really could care less about catching up on her summer reading, but she just didn’t want to have to deal with laying in the same bed as him tonight. She just couldn’t take having to make anymore “progress” for the night. Oh well, perhaps Krista would make for good company. This was doubtful. She was a teenager, filling in for her mother for a few weeks. Her head was full of air and Sara doubted anything intelligent could come out of her mouth if Einstein possessed her.

She chucked to herself as she made her way to the living room. She herself was a teenager. How strange that a few days with a sophisticated man could make her view the world, and herself, differently.

This got her thinking about Anthony more. There was just something about him that she couldn’t quite… Again her thought’s were interrupted. She laid down, To Kill A Mockingbird, and walked over to the door. The person standing out side truly must have been impatient because they must have rang the bell another 3 times before Sara finally made it to the door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” muttered Sara as she slid back the deadbolt.

“Now, now that’s what I like to hear. Cum as much as you want Sara. I’d much rather you prefer what I’m going to do to you tonight.”

Sara’s stomach turned as she slammed the door in his face, locked it, and punched in the four digit security code. She ran upstairs to her room, locked that door, and settled into bed. She couldn’t believe it. How? Why? Her mind was racing a mile a minute. It was a wonder she ever fell asleep.

Sara had been dozing, dreaming about the more pleasant times of her past when something awoke her. A quick glance at the thought confirmed her suspicions, she had only been sleeping for roughly four hours, it was a little after 1am. Her eyes opened and scanned the room as her eyes searched for the slightest noise that would give away what had caused such a rude awakening.

She heard a noise, the same noise that had woken her up. It was coming from the window. Sara got out of bed, still in the clothes she was wearing earlier. She walked over, flipped the lock and pushed the window up, sticking her head out into the muggy night air. A body launched itself at her, knocking her back into her room. A hand covered her mouth before she could even register the thought of screaming. There, laying on top of her in a hoodie and cargo shorts, was the same person who she had slammed the door on earlier.

Sara thought to herself, while struggling, “How the hell did John find me here?”