Crescent Moon: Unleashing Destiny

Feeling the slide of a hand down my stomach, tingles racing at every touch. Whispers of sweet promises. My heart is beating out of my chest. The lick of ice on my n*****s. The heat of breath against my lower lips. The suction of a mouth between my shoulder and neck. The kiss of lips against mine. Electric shocks race up and down my spine. Every sensation is rocketed by more. Thrusting back and rocking forward, my wetness slides onto my thighs. A long hard rod is slipping through my folds. Lubricating the c**k and dripping into the mouth below me. The tongue licking my c**t and the head of the c**k, slipping through my folds, makes me moan loud. Wanting more I try to grab onto whatever I can to rock faster. With a c**k in both of my hands, I rub back and forth putting pressure with my grip. Teeth scrapping my earlobe. A tongue licking the other side of my neck. Fingers gliding into my core. A whine slips past my lips followed by several groans and moans of excitement. I'm closer to the edge. The fingers find my g-spot, adding pressure. Massaging me with fever. Looking forward there's a cloud of black fogging my view. I can see the outlines, but they're blurred. I don't understand what's going on, but the sensations ramp up. Hands are everywhere making my whole body light up. With a kiss to blow my mind and the feel of a c**k at my entrance, I feel like I’m about to explode. I jolt up, breathing heavily. My body is soaked in sweat. My emotions are high and depression sets in as I look around. Holding back my tears I try to stable myself. I know it was a dream, it's been going on for the past couple of months. I wish I knew what the dream meant and who they were. Shaking it off the best I can, I look at the clock and see it's 3:15 in the morning. I know I need to get up soon, so now is better than never. It's not like I'll be able to fall back asleep anyways and a shower is the best way to help me get rid of the tingles I can still feel. The hot water from the shower helps ease the aches in my bones. Quickly washing my body and hair, I jump out and dry off. Shower done, I get dressed in ripped jeans and an oversized t-shirt with combat boots. Not the best outfit, but pickers can't be choosers. I let my curls air dry and can't do make-up if I don't have any. With that I walk up to the kitchen to start breakfast, knowing someone will be banging on my door soon enough. Kicking my butt in gear I make pancakes and bacon for the family that adopted me when I was 8. As I'm setting the table and bringing out the food I hear the twins, Stacy and Silva, laughing like hyenas down the hallway. Hunter, who is a few years younger than the twins, comes barreling in almost knocking me over without a care. Tabitha and Drake, my adoptive parents, walk in just as I'm finishing up. I keep my eyes down until they are seated and start serving breakfast. Sometimes I wished I was back at the orphanage, but it wouldn't have been much better than here. I'm just thankful I'll be 18 soon. With every weird occurrence that's happened these last six months, it's only gotten worse around here. Not including the reoccurring dreams, there have been electrical outages, lightbulbs or glass exploding, furniture being moved slightly, and so much more. Being here in Silverwood there is always something weird going on or talked about. I stick to myself, it's easier that way. I tried to have a friend when I first got here and started school, but it didn't last long. My adoptive parents beat me, making sure the bruises were not visible. They told me I was not allowed to have friends, that I wasn't anyone important, and the next time they heard anything of the sort I would be locked down in the basement without anything to eat for three days. The next day when I went back to school the twins made sure to keep her away from me. They told her the basics, that I was poor and an orphan, my parents didn't want me, I was trash, and I was not good enough to be her friend. It didn't take much for her not to want to be friends with me anymore, so I let it go. I didn't know what they had done until lunch when she and the twins walked up to me in front of the whole grade and said it loud enough for everyone to hear. Making everyone point, laugh, and start throwing their trash at me. Since then, I've had trash dumped on me at school, insulted or abused every time I walk by them and their followers, and rumors spread about me. I try my best to stay in the shadows and out of everyone's way. The library and a secluded spot down by the creek are my getaway spots, where no one bothers me. I like to go to the creek to think and draw. The running water, little pops of fish, and the chirps from the animals in the forest help soothe the pain and emotions when it gets too bad. The library is where I like to read and get most of my studying done, it's quiet and peaceful with the smell of books. Snapping fingers pull me back to reality, "b***h, hurry up and finish serving. Goddess knows how much you need to get done before school. Why are you off in la la land to begin with?" Tabitha screeches at me with an annoyed look on her face. I look around to see everyone at the table waiting, the twins have smug looks on their faces. Hunter has his nose in his phone not even paying attention and Drake is reading the newspaper with it held high. I sigh and hum, getting back to work. I'm ignored after I leave the dining room to start on the rest of the chores. After cleaning the kitchen, living room, and bathrooms, I go to clean the dining room when everyone is done eating. As it gets close to the time to head to school, I run down to my room in the basement to grab my bag and anything else I may need for the day. Walking to the front door to leave I trip over Stacy's foot and almost face-plant. They start cackling like it's the funniest thing in the world. I take a deep breath in as Stacy starts in on me, "Watch where you're going trash, these are designer boots you just scuffed up." "Yeah, they cost way more than you're worth. What a loser! Are you going to stand there all day and cry? Stacy, maybe we should give her something to cry about." Silva adds her two helpful cents. "I'm sorry, Stacy, it won't happen again. I'll see if I can fix them after school." I keep my eyes on the ground because I know if I don't that will be another thing they b***h about. I'm so over this bullshit, just one more week I keep telling myself. "Are you stupid? You are not touching these, but you will be paying for it." With that Stacy punches me in the stomach. I double over in pain but only grunt and see the lights flicker out of the corner of my eye. Thankfully, I haven't eaten breakfast yet. I'm not allowed to eat with the family, so I wait until I get to school on the days I can make it on time. I know making any more noise will add fuel to the fire so I stay quiet. I assume they didn't pay attention to the lights, because the next thing I hear is them cackling again as they walk off shoving me to the side. I guess on punch satisfied their blood lust for now. As soon as they're gone I take a deep breath, stand up as best I can, and walk slowly out the door. Pushing the pain to the back of my mind the best I can, I make it to school hearing the first bell ring. Before I can even take ten steps into the building, the secretary stops me.