Short Story Collection by A. Einloth (ink book reader txt) 📕

team. He was the one in the security box at the gate. David knew he was going to be a daddy. He even bought a ring for her. They were going to get married after her 18th birthday. When he saw her he smiled, but faded when he saw the bulging backpack and Baby Ricky. He opened the gates and escorted them to the house. Kara’s grandfather owned a huge corporation. He hadn’t approved of his daughter’s choices, but loved his grandchildren none the less. As soon as he saw her face he picked up the phone and ordered extra security immediately. He didn’t want there to be any possibility of Kara’s step-father getting in. David started to leave to go back to his post, but was stopped by Grandmother Willows with a hand on his arm.
“She is going to need you now, David,” she said.
He returned to Kara’s side. She passed Baby Ricky over to her grandmother and fell into David’s arms. “I draw my strength from you,” she said her lips pressed against his neck.
“It’s ok. You’re safe now. I’ve got you, and I’m never letting go.” He stroked her hair and pressed a light kiss on her temple. “You have to tell us what happened.” He straitened and gripped her arms. “Did he try to touch you?” They all knew who he was. When she shook her head, David wrapped her in his arms again and whispered in her ear, “Is it the baby?” Her grandparents didn’t know about the baby yet. She was nearly six months along and showed only a little. She shook her head again. “Please babe, tell me what happened.”
She took a deep breath and let it out. She explained everything. From how she found out about James’s criminal record to the depressing facts of earlier that day. “I knew that this would be the safest place for us to be. I told her to come with us but she just wouldn’t.”
Ricky started fussing screaming, “Mama! Mama!” at the top of his lungs. Her grandmother couldn’t calm him. When her grandfather took him he almost immediately quieted. “Mama?” Ricky asked with tears filling his big blue eyes, eyes that exactly matched his mother’s and grandfather’s.
“I’m sorry Ricky. No more Mama. You’ll live with Pappy and Nana now.” Kara could feel the pain radiating in waves off them.
Then the phone rang. There was a detective at the gates. When he finally came into the library where they all had congregated, he let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God,” he said. “We knew that she had children, and were afraid of what happened to them. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you but -”
“We know,” Pappy said roughly. “My daughter killed herself right in front of her children.”
“Ah…” The officer’s forehead wrinkled. “Miss Burmaré can I speak to you for a moment?”
“It’s O’Rielly not Burmaré, but sure.” They left the room and Kara led him into a sitting room. “What did you want to speak to me about?”
“Miss O’Rielly, where was your mother the last time you saw her?”
“She was laying on her bed. There was an empty whisky bottle on the bed next to her. She looked like she had just passed out after a binge. But I saw her down the pills first.”
“Miss O’Rielly, I really hate to be the one to tell you this, but…” He took a deep breath to seemingly settle himself. “Your mother was found tied spread eagle to the bed nude. The pills must have put her in a coma like state. It appears as though she was raped and then her wrists and throat were sliced with a kitchen knife. We believe that your stepfather had something to do with this. The apartment had been ripped to shreds as though someone was looking for something and couldn’t find it. And your stepfather had a history of violence…”
She stood staring for a moment. Then she gave herself a mental shake and said, “I know about his record and what he was looking for. My mother kept a journal since she could write. She wrote in it everyday. I brought them with me. There are memories of good times and evidence of the bad.” She gave him the journals that talked about the violent tendencies of her stepfather.

A few months later, Kara gave birth to a daughter who she named after her mother. Kara was supposed to testify at James’s trial but wasn’t needed in the end. Alanna Charlotte Mitchells was born with a promise that her family would always love and protect her. For at the same time as she took her first breath, James Earl Burmaré was sentenced to 25 years in prison followed by death by lethal injection.
Kara may not have lived a wonderful life, but now at least it would be happy forevermore.


Just Friends?


He watches her lay her head down on the pillow of his spare room. She looks so sweet and innocent. Darron had loved Emily forever. Ever since they met in third grade when she fell off the monkey bars and onto him. He still had the scar on his elbow from that.
“Night Em,” he whispered as he shut the door. Emily was staying with Darron until she found her own place.
“Night Dare Bear.” Her nickname that was created in high school. Darron had gone to hockey camp over the summer after freshman year. He had left a little short and scrawny and came back tall and lean. When she saw him on the first day of school the next year she joked, “You are big ad a bear now Darron, but still as cuddly as a care bear.” She laughed. “Dare Bear.” They were friends, good friends. He watched as Emily went out with other guys. She always tried to hold on to them, but it never lasted. He went to his own bed knowing he would toss and turn over dreams of her.
Emily finally comprehended what was wrong with all of her relationships over the years. None of those guys were Darron. None of them had his caring blue eyes or his spiky black hair with that bad boy curl over his eye. She had dated plenty of men. She knew how beautiful she was. Looking into the mirror the next morning, she wondered what about her Darron was turned off by. She knew he liked her curly auburn hair. It was long and silky and she could never change it. She loved her hair. Was it her eyes? They were a deep emerald with little flecks of gold near the pupils. Was it her body? She wasn’t as skinny as the supermodels, but then who was without surgery or a food disorder. She was curvy, but not fat.
Maybe I should just let him know that I want him, she thought. Yeah, but subtle. I can’t just throw myself at him. She smiled at that image. She could imagine his response to that. Emily brushed her hair and teeth and went out to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. When she passed Darron’s room she heard a noise. She opened the door just a little to peek in and see if he was alright. When she looked he was laying on his back and he was sweaty. Emily felt a jolt of excitement, but she squashed it. He could be sick. She tiptoed into the room and touched his forehead gently. The next thing she knew she was on her back under Darron. A wide awake and slightly angry looking Darron.
He let out a breath and asked, “What are you doing in my bed?”
“You threw me in here. I heard a groan and thought you might be sick so I came in here to check and then when I felt your forehead you threw me here.” She was babbling she knew. She just couldn’t stop. It took all of her control to keep her hands on the bed instead of spreading them on his chest.
He was staring at her. She just realized that the spaghetti strap shirt that she had put on earlier had shifted down. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Her nipples were practically showing. The more he looked the harder they became. “Are you sure Em?” His eyes slowly drifted up to her own. “Is that all you came to my room for?”
She gulped. “Y-yes. I wanted to make sure you were all right.” She shifted and felt his arousal. Her eyes widened.
He grinned. “I want you. Hell, I’ve been dreaming about you since high school.” He licked his suddenly dry lips and swallowed. “Say no now because I don’t know how much longer my control will last.”
“I’ve completely lost mine.” One hand slid up into his hair while the other tugged at the sheet separating them. “There will be no ‘no’s…’” She gave him a sexy grin. “Well unless it’s ‘no don’t stop!’” She pulled him down to kiss her. Their tongues twisted and slid together.
“Off,” Darron growled tugging at Emily’s top. When it was off he growled again and took her nipple in his mouth suckling like a starving babe. Then he moved to the other one as he reached down to her jeans to remove them.
Emily didn’t lay impassive. She slid her hands down his back and around to his stomach. She stroked gently the line on hair just underneath his navel. Then reached down further to his manhood. She stroked and squeezed it gently. He stopped her and shook his head. They kissed again. His fingers drifting lightly down her flat stomach to her mons. He stroked her neither lips with feather light circles.
“Enough! I want you in me now! Darron please!”
He reached over to the nightstand but stopped. He changed his mind. He thrust inside her with one smooth stroke. They let out twin groans. “You’re mine, Em. Say it,” he demanded thrusting and grinding in circles.
“Your’s! I’m your’s and only yours!” she gasped out. “It’s always been you.” Her hips lifted in time with his. She came with a scream that Darron smothered with a kiss. He came shortly after growling against her throat. He collapsed on top of her. When he went to roll off she stopped him. “Don’t. Stay.”
“I’m crushing you.”
“No.” She paused hearing the grumble of her stomach. “On second thought, get off. What do you want for breakfast? Eggs and bacon? Or maybe pancakes? I think I saw some mix in there.”
He laughed as he rolled off her. “Alright, I have a better idea. Put your clothes back on. We’re going to breakfast.” She finished dressing shortly after he did. He looked at her and a grin slid across his face. “Put this on too,” he said tossing