The Day Sara Lost Everything: Chapter 27-The Final Chapter

Sara walked down the hallway that led to Ian’s room, using her fingers to brush though her long black hair. She pushed open his door to find Ian sprawled out on his bed leafing through a magazine. There was a small try of food sitting on his dresser. It was full of all different kinds of sandwiches.

“Sorry. I didn’t know what kind you’d want,” said Ian, turning red in the face as he lifted his arm behind his head to scratch at his neck.

She smiled and decided on a grilled cheese. There was a Mountain Dew sitting on his desk, she grabbed the bottle and lifted it to her lips to take a swig.

“No!”

Sara stopped, bottle in midair, “What?”

“That’s not um…Mountain Dew.”

“Then what is it?”
“Um...pee.”

Ian looked completely humiliated. His head was hung. Sara put the cap back on the bottle and set it down. She thought about giving him a hard time, but decided against it. He seemed to be embarrassed enough without her help.

She laid down on his bed next to him, but not quite touching. He lifted a hand and wiped a water droplet off her eyelash. Her hair was falling into its loose, natural curls. They were the type of curls girls spend hours trying to get. Sara used to feel delighted that she never had to style her hair, but with so much going on lately, who had time to think about their hair?

Ian brushed a strand of hair out of her face and was leaning in towards her. Sara had her eyes closed, but the sound of a car startled them both. Sara lifted her gaze and peeked out the window behind his bed.

“SHIT! Ian get up! We have to get out of here!”
“What? Why?”

“My Dad just pulled into your driveway! Please?”

Ian didn’t understand what the big deal was, but he could see the panic in Sara’s face. He knew something was wrong and after letting something happened to her the first time he vowed never to allow it again. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. The exited out the back door, hearing the crunch of gavel under Jim’s heavy footsteps.

They ran swiftly, quietly, to the barn. There was a hidden crawlspace they used. If the big door was opened it would screech and give them away. The two teenagers climbed up into the highest hayloft and positioned themselves so they could see the door, but no one would be able to see them. Ian had grabbed a couple of blankets and laid them on the hay to keep them a bit more comfortable. There was nothing left to do but wait.

“Sara would you mind explaining to me that cut on your neck?”

Her hair had gotten brushed back in the rush for safety. There was no avoiding it now. Sara took a deep breath and began. She told him everything, how the baby had been her dad’s, that John’s rape had caused the miscarriage, how she felt alone in the world. At that point tears began to stream down her face, coating her cheeks in salt-water trails. Ian wrapped her in his strong arms, holding her as close to him as he could. He planted a gentle kiss on the top of her head and she lifted her face up.

He kissed her. It was a long, slow, gentle kiss, but soon it deepened. His tongue was thoroughly exploring her mouth when Ian felt hands tugging at his shirt.

He pulled away, “Sara. Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Ian wiped a tear away from Sara’s beautiful eyes and resumed his kiss. He allowed her to take off his shirt and throw it to the side. Sara felt rough finger tips tracing the inch section of her stomach that was showing. She sighed into his mouth and Ian began to lift her shirt off, setting it down gently next to her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra so as he laid her down on the blankets, his view was unrestricted. Her nipples hardened in the cool air and he kissed each one briefly. He started to tug at her sweatpants and she took a deep breath. He stopped.

“Do you want to keep going?”

Sara nodded and he worked the grey fabric down further. Ian sat back on his knees and looked at the beautiful sight before him. He knew that she was no longer a virgin, but the fact that he would be the first man she willingly slept with made it mean even more. He reached down and undid his belt buckle, undid his zipper, and slid his jeans down. His boxers made Sara laugh. They were blue with bananas on them. She had given them to him for his birthday last year.

Ian couldn’t help but make a big show of sliding them down. His 10 inch erection popped out. It was nearly 2 inches wide and Sara’s eyes opened wide. He laughed a little and then cupped her small delicate hand around the shaft. She slowly slid her hand up and down occasionally going faster but just teasing him really. He growled at her and laid down on top of her. Sara was amazed at the flesh on flesh contact. He was so cool yet it was almost as though his very touch was burning right through her.

Ian began to rub the head of his cock along her slit. She was soaked. He smiled at her. She winced every time he ran it over her clit. Her nails were digging into his back as she begged him to make love to her. He slowly started to slid in. He couldn’t believe she had had sex before, she was so tight.

After a little work Ian had gotten it all in and was now pounding her ferousiously. The sound of hay underneath them was loud. He reached out and grabbed onto her supple breasts for support. His thumbs ran over the hard nubs and coaxed them back to life. She was moaning, the double sensation was too much! She wasn’t sure what to focus on.

“Oh my god Ian, this all feels so good. And it feels even better knowing its with the person I love.”

He stopped mid-thrust, “You love me?”

Sara turned her head, looking at the brown wooded wall of the barn. Her face was slowly becoming crimson. He put his hand under her chin and turned her head so she was facing him.

“I love you too.”

Ian kissed her deeply and continued to make love to her. A loud creak shuddered through the barn.

“He’s opening the barn door. Wait here.”

He pulled on his boxers and climbed down from the loft the back way. He had a wooden bat in his hand. Sara watched over the splintering beam as Ian crept around.

Before Sara could yell for Ian to watch out Jim had stabbed him square in the back with a small dagger. Wrapped in blankets she flew down the ladder to Ian. The tears flowed freely, for she was cradling the head of her lover. She tried to apply pressure to the bleeding, but it just wouldn’t stop.

Ian murmured, “Sara. I love you so much. If I have to die, at least I’ll die a loved and happy man.”

Sara cried, holding her soul mate’s body in her arms as he drew a few shallow breaths before closing his eyes, muttering a few sweet nothings for the benefit of his one true love, and fell silent.

She knew she ought to run, but she couldn’t. If Ian could meet this fate so could she. He couldn’t be left there alone, even if he was gone. Sara just wouldn’t be able to live with herself, so there she sat cradling Ian’s head in her lap, sobbing.

The cocking of a pistol drew Sara from her thoughts. Jim. Sara looked at him through her big, bold eyes. They told of the horrors she had experienced, of the love she had lost. Usually they danced with light or sorrow, but today there was nothing. They were large, listless voids. The tears streaming down her face obviously showed emotion, but were it not for them she could have passed as a beautiful porcelain doll.

Jim stared into the eyes of his daughter. He knew he was batting crazy, but nothing could stop him. After Betty and his son had left his raging alcoholism had taken over. Almost like a disease, anything that reminded him of his wife must go. First his wife, now his daughter, then his son. Jim gave Sara a pitiful look and pulled the trigger.

The shot echoed throughout the barn. She wondered why he used the pistol on her. Jim may have been crazy but he couldn’t bring himself to make his daughter suffer. But suffer she did. The shot pierced only part of her heart. Instead of dying instantly, she would bleed to death. Sara died thinking of how she had lost everything, her father, her mother, her child, her lover, and a brother she didn’t even know she had. But she gained something none of us have, an appreciation for unconditional love, a often experienced but never noticed blessing.

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Official Police Report for the State of Michigan

Name:

Sara Ann Foster

D.O.B.:

July 23^rd, 1989

D.O.D.:

July 23^rd, 2008

Found by:

Brother, Anthony Lee Foster

Cause of Death:

A Broken Heart.