Fan Fiction ❯ Love Me Deeply ❯ Chapter 3

Randy screamed bloody murder, his eyes squeezed shut as his arm was twisted beyond the norm. Clover watched in disbelief as Alex continued to twist and pull his brother's arm. There was a loud popping noise and Randy's arm went limp. Alex then pulled a knife out. He hacked at the shoulder joint, Randy's screams falling on deaf ears. Randy tried to push Alex away with his free hand, but Alex was just too strong.

Randy fell to the ground once his arm was cut off. Slowly he crawled to the door leading to the outside, but collapsed before he reached it. The blood gushed from his arm, pouring over the floor. Clover stared openly.

"How…how could you…" she stammered.

"He wasn't treating you like a possible daughter. He was a rotten brother and was also cheating on your mother. He deserved to die." Alex threw the arm at Randy's lifeless body.

"Mother…" Clover whipped around to look at her mother. She was still facing away from Clover, she hadn't moved at all.

"She's in terrible shock I'm afraid. So deep in it that she's practically comatose. She won't feel a thing, I promise."

Won't feel a… "NO! Don't!"

"Why on earth should I spare her?" He looked at her questioningly. "She's been nothing but neglectful to you, a hindrance rather than a mother. She used to beat you when ever she was drunk and that was often. She sees you a pebble in her shoe, holding her back instead of the loving daughter that you are." He kneeled beside her mother. "She doesn't deserve to live."

"That doesn't matter; she's my mother for cryin' out loud. I have loyalties for her simply from that one fact."

"But she hasn't been good to you."

"Well no, she leaves me at home whenever she goes off with her newest boyfriend…and she never cleans the house. Ok, so she did used to drink and then beat me, but that was before Paul, he got her to quit the booze. But none of that matters, she's still my mother and I would be greatly saddened if I lost her to you. I could never forgive you."

Alex thought on this for a moment. "Ok." He picked up Clover's mother and put her in a rocking chair near the furnace. He tied her hands to the arms of the chair and her feet to the legs. She sat there, lifeless and oblivious to the world. Clover sighed in relief. Her mother was safe.

Alex started towards her and terror filled Clover. She had saved her mother, but what about herself? Alex was psycho, even if he was obsessed with her, he might do something to hurt her. She squeezed her eyes shut in case he struck her head-on.

Instead, he lifted her up and carried her to another room that was dimly lit by candles and smaller than the front room. He closed the door with his foot and moved to the huge canopy bed that took up nearly the whole room.

"This is my room, whenever I came with my father and brother to hunt. Nowadays I just come up here to take pictures of the wildlife. I was never that much into hunting anyways," he said as he lay her down on the bed. He untied her arm restraints only to tie her to the center of the bed post. "So you won't get away," he explained. She looked at him like he was insane.

"I always loved coming here with my dad. My brother was always mean to me, but my dad was the greatest. He taught me how to survive out here. Sometimes, he would go off for a few days into the woods and leave us to fend for ourselves. We had the cabin for protection, but we had to get our own food." He lay on the bed opposite to her, so that he could lean against one of the poles holding the canopy up. He smiled at her and continued, "My dad was really into survival and camping out. He said, `It makes a male a man.' He was always getting us to do stuff to make us men. Randy never appreciated it, but I did." He leaned forward and crawled towards Clover on his hands and knees. She backed away from him as much as she could, but she had nowhere to go. "But, there was one thing that he explained that he never pushed us to do. Never told us to go and get it over with. That one way, has to do with you." Clover's eyes widened. "You see, he told us that in order to accomplish this, we needed a female we cared deeply about, one that is our soulmate. I believe you to be my soulmate." He looked at her almost shyly. "I've never felt this way about anyone before." He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs out. He thought for a moment and took off her shoes then moved onto her so that he was now sitting on her legs. "You have two choices. You can either accept it, or fight it. No matter what you do it will happen." She turned away from him, unable to look at him.

"You're just going to rape me then? Is that it?" she said the words with such hate. "You're taking something that is MINE to give to whom I please."

"No, I am taking what is rightfully mine. We're soul mates."

"You can't possibly know that. You don't even know me." She glared at him.

"I do know you; I've been watching you for months now. I know practically every habit you have, I know almost everything about you. I listened to you when you talked with your friends. I learned the way you laugh, the way you tilt your head when something puzzles you. I know you blush whenever the topic of sex comes up and that you prefer your hair to be tied back rather than in your face or tickling the back of your neck. I know you resent your mom for leaving you alone so often. And that one of her former boyfriends came back and tried to hit on you when she wasn't around. I even took care of him for you, warning him to stay away from you."

"So what? You know all this stuff about me, but until now you haven't actually been with me. So how could you possibly know if I'm even compatible with you? You don't even know if you're my type or not."

"Your type is built, taller than you, around the same age and a great smile."

She stared at him.

"You wrote that in your online diary."

She turned away from him again, cursing herself for ever getting that diary. There must be a way to get him to forget about nonsense, she though. But how? She stared at him and he smiled again at her. Damn him and his nice smile. She glowered at the floor, unable to bring herself to look at him. She felt at hand at her pants, undoing the button and zipper. She whipped her head around to face him again.

"Hey! Don't do that!"

"I have to, how else will I get at you?"

"I don't want you to do this. It's not right." She looked at him pleadingly. "I want to be married before I give up my virginity."

"We don't have time for that." He pulled her pants and panties off in one swift motion, her socks too. She felt so exposed. She tried her hardest to kick him away, but it did no good. Next he cut her shirt and bra away, so that he wouldn't have to untie her. Now she was fully nude under his gaze.

"Beautiful," he whispered, "Absolutely beautiful." He went to the door and locked it, placing the key on top of a very tall bookshelf. He then stood at the side of the bed and pulled his shirt off. Clover stared at all the muscles he had. It was unbelievable. When he started to take his pants off, she turned her head to the other side, blushing furiously. She could feel her insides turning to liquid from the sight of him and she cursed herself for having such a weak will. Damn physical attractions, she thought, if there was no such thing as that I would have no interest in him whatsoever!! She heard his clothing fall to the floor, his shoes kicked off and tossed aside. He kneeled onto the bed, taking her chin in his hand and turning her head to face him. She stared at him with tears in her eyes.

"Please…don't do this…"

"I love you."