Echoes in the Woods by Georgina Scott (ebook reader web txt) 📕

wash basket, sitting next to Chloe removing her bonds, she sat up. “You hurt me!” she said, slapping him on the chest.

“It didn’t sound like I was hurting you,” he said, pushing her away.

“You’re a fucking pig,” getting up walking to the door.

“Yeah, that’s right, and you keep coming back for more,” he said, watching the ending of Reservoir Dogs, not acknowledging her.

Chapter 22

Faith was making lunch for her and Mitch, when the doorbell rang. Mitch got up from the dining room table and made his way to the front door. “Hello Doctor Moody, could I see Faith please?”

“Course you can. Come on in, she is in the kitchen.”

Walking through to the kitchen, Faith looked up and saw a young girl of seventeen, standing there looking at her. “Hello, I’m…” Before she could say any more Faith interrupted, “Yes, you’re Chloe. Have you had lunch?”

“No,” Chloe responded, shaking her head.

“Well, then take a seat and I shall get another plate, would you like lemonade, its homemade?”

“Yes, please.”

Faith watched the young girl apprehensively move towards the kitchen table awkwardly as if she was in pain or suffered from arthritis in the joints. Faith started to serve and Mitch got the drinks and placed them onto the table.

Chloe drank and ate like she had never been fed; Faith and Mitch just looked at each other in surprise. “What brings you here, Chloe?” Mitch said.

“I wanted to talk to Faith. I need some advice and I can’t go to momma. She wouldn’t understand and people say you are so kind, so I thought I would take a chance in hope that you would talk to me.”

“What seems to be the problem Chloe, what can I help you with?”

“Your husband.”

Faith’s eyebrow rose as she and Mitch exchanged thoughts and looked telepathically.

“This is my cue to leave,” Mitch said, gathering up his drink and plate.

“You don’t need to leave on my account, Doctor Moody.”

“I think I do. I’ll be in the office if you need me,” Mitch said, walking out into the hall heading towards his office. Faith turned her attention back to Chloe.

“Chloe, how can I help you?”

“I’m pregnant. I am going to have John’s baby.”

“Really and how far gone are you?”

“A few weeks.”

“Well, it explains your appetite.”

“I’ve come here to tell you to stay away from John and the farm. I don’t want to see you up there. It only confuses matters, and it confuses him.”

Faith laughed, “You silly, silly little girl. Who put you up to this?”

“No one, I have come here on my own.”

“That’s not what I asked Chloe. Did your mum put you up to this?”

“No.”

“Right, okay, for starters you will see me at the farm as my boys are there and I will only be there to see them.”

“Second, you are not carrying John’s baby.”

“I am carrying his baby; you are just saying that because you are jealous. Jealous of what we have together. You don’t want him so now I want you to leave him alone.”

“Chloe, honey, you’re deluding yourself if you think you will have a future with John. Listen to me, you can’t be having his baby because John has had a vasectomy, he can’t have any more children.”

“You’re lying, you’re just saying that.”

“Chloe, I’m not. He doesn’t love you and doesn’t want to be with you. He is just using you.”

“We are to be engaged, once your divorce comes through.”

“Chloe, why did you really come here to see me.”

“I wanted to see who Faith Evans really is and I wanted to look you in the eye and tell you to stay away from my family.”

“You mean my family Chloe; it is not yours and never will be.”

“Stay away Faith or else…” and with that she picked up her fork and stabbed Faith in the back of the hand. Faith screamed and Mitch came running into the kitchen.

“You have been warned, stay away!” Chloe got up from the table and started to walk out of the house. “You know you really aren’t that great, average I would say,” Chloe left the house and walked up the drive. She got into the passenger side of a black saloon car. Mitch ran from the house after Chloe but was too late; the car drove away. Mitch headed back into the house and tended to Faith’s injury, “Crazy fucking bitch, that one,” he said.

“Mitch, I’m worried. I’m worried for my boys, and she said she is pregnant.”

“If not John, then who is the father?” he said.

“Oh no, Matthew! I bet the little slag is doing them both.”

“Surely not.”

“I need to go to the farm; I need to speak to John.”

“I’ll go with you, but tomorrow, not today. We need to go to the hospital and get your hand checked out.”

***

Sucking on her nipples, squeezing her buttocks between his fingers as she rode him, with her fingers in his hair, she pulled back his head. “Stick out your tongue,” he did as he was told. She brought her mouth to his and sucked on his tongue, sliding him deeper inside of her. He smacked her on the bottom, “On your knees.” Entering her hard and fast, pumping so hard, she cried out for him to stop but he didn’t, holding her hips, controlling her rhythm, he thrust deeper inside of her until he spilled his seed.

After wiping his cock, he rested back against the headboard then switched the television on. Bored with the company, he took a big drink of Jack. “Don’t you think you have had enough of that,” he looked at her and took another drink, then went back to watching television. “You need to clean your act up, especially now, now that I am going to be having your baby.”

John looked at her, “Not my baby.”

“Yes, it’s your baby.”

“No, it isn’t. Now get the fuck out.”

“That’s what she said before I stabbed her.”

“What? Stabbed who?”

“Your ex-wife.”

John grabbed her by the throat and made her tell him what happened. He threw her off the bed and