Darkness Reigns by Jennifer Uvalle (most inspirational books of all time TXT) 📕

Cheryl strains her eyes to get a good look at Tiffany through the steam. Tiffany is tall, taller than Cheryl anyway, which isn’t much of a stretch since she only stands 5’3 in 2 inch heels. Tiffany’s legs are thin, yet muscular. ‘Maybe she walks a lot, or even goes running.’ Cheryl thinks while staring at the strange woman in the shower. The light in the bathroom reflected of the scars on her back. Cheryl gasps quietly at the amount of them.  

Tiffany stops washing her hair and looks over her shoulder and sees the woman still standing there, staring at her with a pained face. “You’re still here? If you wanted to join me, you could have asked.” “N-no I was just…  I mean I noticed your scars. How did you… If I’m being too forward, please…” “Oh I see.” Tiffany rinses her hair and turns the

water off. She slides the door open and steps out, reaching for the towel still in Cheryl’s hands. “Thank you.” She whispers. Cheryl watches the water bead and roll off Tiffany’s hair and down her rather large and perky breasts. “You’re staring again.” “Sorry.” Cheryl blushes and looks away.  

Tiffany smiles and wraps the towel around her and grabs Cheryl by the hand and walks her into the bedroom. “Please, sit.” Cheryl sits, her face still turned away from Tiffany as she tosses her towel to the side and opens the closet. Rummaging through, she manages to find a pair of pants and a sweater shirt then tosses them on the bed next to Cheryl, and walks over to the dresser to grab some underclothing. Cheryl turns her head to ask a question, but is again distracted by Tiffany’s beautifully shaped body. Tiffany feels her staring again. “The scars are from a bad relationship. Before I moved here I lived in a hellish town outside of the main city. I was engaged to my high school “sweetheart”.” She said with a smirk. “Things were great, until the mine closed and he started drinking. The town went to shit. There were no jobs anywhere.  

I was working full time at a diner called ‘Just Keep Eating’. One night he came home angry. A full day of not being able to find a job, then drinking it off at the local bar. He hit me. I did something I wasn’t supposed to. He apologized. I figured it was my fault. I shouldn’t have done whatever it was I apparently did. A few days later it happened again, then again, and eventually it was a daily occurrence. 

One day he came at me with a whip he had “Found”.  It was short, nine tails, with nails pushed into the end of each tail. He slapped me down, and then started beating me with it. After he was done, he went back to the bar for another drink. I cried. Felt sorry for myself.  Then something clicked. I was mad. Furious. I picked my sorry self, off the floor and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a knife and a chair and sat at the door and waited for him. Blood dripping off my back making pools on the floor. I waited there for two days. He walked in laughing about something and I stabbed him before he knew I was even standing there. He hit me and I went down like a sack of potatoes. We fought. Fought for my life. He fought for his. I was taking swings and stabbing at any piece of flesh I could find.”  She stopped for a breath and looked at Cheryl.

Tiffany reached out and whipped a tear off Cheryl’s cheek. “I stabbed him a few good times. He pushed me off, called me a crazy bitch and told me to run, and keep running. He said he would find me one day. So I left. All my things were still there. I ran until I couldn’t run any more. I found this place. The owner and his wife took me in and I worked for them until they died. They left me the place. I turned it to shit.” She giggled. Cheryl looked at her again. Her soft skin still exposed. She stood up, wiped a tear from her eye and hugged Tiffany. 

“I honestly don’t know why I told you my story. I don’t even know you. I must have hit my head harder than I thought.” Tiffany smiled and nuzzled her face into Cheryl’s neck. Breathing her in. Tiffany pulled away and looked into Cheryl’s eyes. “Promise me you won’t tell?” “Promise.” Cheryl whispered as she pulled Tiffany to her. Tiffany reached an arm up and gently held the back of Cheryl’s head and kissed her softly.

Publication Date: 06-19-2014

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