December 10th, 2002 December 10th, 2002 Dear Maggie, I cannot believe what has been happening lately. Everything has just been such an awful mess that I can’t think straight! Last week Wednesday I got home to hear screaming drifting down the stairs. I made my way up the stairs quietly so as not to be heard, and peaked into the slightly ajar door of my dad and Lori’s bedroom. I could see a suitcase open on the bed and dresser drawers open. Clothes were everywhere as if a twister had gone through the room and my father and stepmother were in the very center of the sty. My dad was flailing his arms around indicating the clothes everywhere. "What were you planning on doing?! Leaving me?!" he yelled as she stared up to him defiantly. "Yes Jeffrey, that’s EXACTLY what I was planning on doing!" "There’s no way I’m letting that happen, and I don’t care what I have to do to stop you!" He said this as he grabbed her arm roughly and threw her down to the floor. I heard a loud plunk as Lori’s head collided with the bedpost that had been closer than either she or my father had noticed. I held myself back and continued to watch through the small gap between the door and the frame. "Now shut your big mouth, and don’t struggle or I’ll make this ten times more painful for you." He began to pull her shirt up over her head and threw it across the room where it landed on a large overstuffed leather chair. He was now straddling her down so she couldn’t move anywhere, her trying to wriggle free. "Please don’t do this Jeffrey!" she said as she continued to struggle beneath the middle aged man nearly twice her weight. He slapped her hard across the face and began to unbutton her jeans, sliding the zipper down and beginning to pull them down over her curvaceous hips. For a woman in her late thirties her shape was still well defined, her breasts not showing any sign of sagging, but rather staying perky and perfectly lush. He tore her panties off and tossed them aside, and moved his hands around to her back, unclasping her bra and pulling it off allowing it to join her panties across the room. I wanted to stop him...but I just couldn’t, Lori was so amazingly gorgeous and incredibly sexy. My father tore his shirt off revealing his six pack, despite his age he kept in excellent shape, exercising everyday for at least 2 hours. He stood momentarily to take his pants off and glared menacingly at Lori, letting her know that if she ran she’d be caught. He pulled his boxers off and let them fall to the floor around his ankles, stepping out of them he returned to straddling Lori. She squirmed which just seemed to encourage him more. Grabbing her wrists and pinning her arms down to the ground and leaned to and placed his lips around her erect nipple. I knew she hadn’t meant to become aroused, but it happened naturally. He began to lick and suck on the pink nubbin. He moved over to her other breast and repeated the process making sure that each nipple was perfectly erect. I could hear her moan softly as he bit down on the soft flesh of her tit. Letting go of her arms he slid his hands down her chest, tweaking her nipples as his fingertips were passing over them. His left hand slid down to her thigh and massaged the silky smooth skin. His other hand slid along her cunt lips and pinched them together, the hood pressed between them. She was moaning and wriggling, quite a nice sight though I knew it wasn’t right what my father was doing. My cock was hard and I could barely hold back from going to my room to jack off. I saw him press two of his fingers in her slick twat, soon a third finger joined the other two and he slowly slid them back and forth inside her. He picked up speed and rammed his fingers in as deep as they could go until Lori yelled out, her orgasm finally reaching its peak. My father pulled his fingers out of her cunt and spread her legs wide, moving forward, his dick touching her awaiting twat lightly. Quickly he rammed his dick deep into her depths and she screamed out with lust. He began thrusting in and out of her roughly, her head hitting the bedpost each time. This obviously turned him on more and he began pumping harder and faster. She tried to move away from the post but to no avail. He grunted and I could tell he had reached orgasm, she moaned and I knew the show was over when my dad laid down on the floor exhausted. I rushed to my room and shut the door gently so as not to be heard. Thinking over all of that I wished I had stopped it, Lori had been raped. Regretting what I had failed to do I sat and thought for a few hours before I head Lori call out "Dinner time!" Nothing really happened until Friday when I got home from school. I went inside and it was strangely quiet. No arguing or televisions or anything. Once I stepped out of the front hallway, I noticed the living room was a mess. The vase on the small decorative pillar in the corner was lying shattered on the ground, the pillar flat across the floor. The flowers that had been on the table were scattered in a spot with about a 5 feet radius. The vase tipped over and water spilled everywhere. A side table was on its side and the lamp that had once stood on it was lying on the ground with the shade tipped up and the lamp itself cracked. I stared in awe and ran up the stairs to Lori’s and my father’s room. Drawers had been ripped from the tracks of the dresser and were lying all around the room, their contents spilled everywhere. The closet had been torn apart, shirts and pants spewed across the bed and nightstands. "LORI?! LORI ARE YOU HERE?!" I knew she hadn’t left because her suitcase was still on the bed. I ran to every room in the house searching to find her, but I found no one. The only two rooms that had been torn apart were my parents and the living room. I ran to the garage and punched in the code, only my dad’s car was gone. Lori’s 2001 Chevrolet Malibu remained parked where it had been the previous day. I went back inside and decided to look a little closer for evidence of what might have happened. The upstairs I guessed was where it had started, so I went to Lori and dad’s room. There I noticed a little patch of blood near the corner of Lori’s bureau. I saw blood droplets everywhere all around the room, even some on the walls. I looked around to see if there was anything lying around that may have caused the blood spill but found nothing in plain site. Guessing it had really started down in the living room I returned downstairs and began to investigate the living room carefully. There...in the corner I saw the old baseball bat my father had kept in the hall closet in case of intruders. I figured he had been swinging it at Lori and had missed a few times, probably because he was drunk or blinded by his rage. Another puddle of blood lay close to the piano, and a small spray of it on the wall. I’m guessing this is where my father had finally made contact when he swung. I noticed a trail of blood from there as if he had dragged Lori across the room the stairs. There were smaller blood droplets on the stairs that I had not noticed before, I’m guessing he had made Lori stand as they went up the stairs so it wouldn’t make as much mess. At the top of the stairs I noticed a patch of blood on the wall as if Lori had been pushed up against the wall, or had fallen against it. From there a thin line of blood led into my parents room. I deduced that Lori had been in a rush and was trying to pack quickly, therefore explaining the drawers ripped from her bureau, or dresser as most call it. During her rush she hadn’t heard my father come home, and from the noise he knew what she was doing upstairs. He had most likely hidden in the hall closet with the bat waiting for Lori to come downstairs. Once she had, probably from the phone ringing, he cornered her in the living room and began to swing the bat at her. Once he made contact he dragged her to the stairs, then had forced her to stand and go up the stairs with him. At the top of the stairs she had probably collapsed against the wall, him noticing she couldn’t go on her own he dragged her to their bedroom. Once he saw the mess he’d thrown her around a bit and hit her once more with the bat, making another puddle of blood on the floor. He said that he would do anything to stop her, and from all this I can tell he wasn’t joking. I debated whether or not to call the police, and decided against it. I wanted to find out if this is how my mother had died. Mysterious circumstances my ass. I knew that if my father came home and saw me there that he may kill me also, so I grabbed my backpack and left quickly. When I got home later that night I noticed the living room had been cleaned up, the blood gone. The staircase and wall had been washed clean of any trace of blood. I peaked into dad’s room and noticed the drawers were put back in the bureau, the blood was no longer there, and the clothes were hung up in the closet. I stepped back and heard my father coming up the stairs, so I made it look as if I was coming out of the bathroom. "Where’s Lori?" I asked as he reached the top of the stairs. "Well her and I got into a little argument today and she decided to spend the weekend at her mother'’ house." He said this forgetting the fact that I knew Lori’s mother had died two years ago. "Oh...alright then." Quickly I turned away and went into my bedroom. What I thought was true, I knew this was going to happen! I wondered then why I hadn’t tried to stop him. Was I that selfish? No...I was just confused and didn’t think he’d ever do anything like this. The next day Sara called and asked if she could come over for a few hours, she needed some time away from her place. Once she was in my room I closed the door behind me and she stepped to me and kissed me passionately. My hands slid around her shoulders and down her back, I could feel her shudder and I grabbed her ass pulling her tight against myself. Her tongue twirled around mine, I moved back slightly and sucked her tongue gently. I pulled her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs tight around my waist, running her fingertips in little circles on my back. A shiver ran up my spine and I nibbled on her lower lip gently. Still using one hand to hold her up my other hand slid up to her breast and cupped it gently. I gave a gentle squeeze and she moaned softly, her hands now sliding under the rim of her shirt. She pulled it off quickly and let it fall to the floor. I moved my hand from her tit and unclasped her bra, she pulled it off and exposed her perfect, round tits. I twirked her nipples and ran my hands along the silky surface of her breasts, pushing one of them up I sucked one of her erect nipples into my mouth. She moaned and pressed towards me. Twirling my tongue around her nipple I used my other hand to unzip her skirt from the back. I switched to the other breast and flicked my tongue against the firm nubbin. I sucked it into my mouth and bit down lightly, she gasped and slid her hands underneath my shirt. I moved back off her tit and she yanked my shirt off roughly, tossing it away she leaned in and bit my neck. As she began to suck I moved her down onto my bed and unwrapped her legs from around my waist. I pulled her skirt down and off, then pulled my pants down and kicked them off. My cock was sprung up out from under my boxers and she pulled my boxers off quickly. I moved up and bit the edge of her panties, moving back so that I pulled her panties off with my teeth and let them fall to the floor. "Please just fuck me now Mike! I can’t wait any longer!" she yelled out. I rammed my dick deep inside her slick twat and she screamed loudly with pleasure and pain at the same time. I began to thrust my hips back and forth and she threw her head back in passion. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them tight, tweaking her nipples while continuing to pump my rod in and out of her hot juicy cunt. I could feel her pussy pulsating and her cum dripping around my cock. She moaned loudly and arched her back as she reached her peak. I could feel my load bubbling up in my balls so I shoved my dick deep into her depths and filled her with my cum. Feeling my seed splash inside her she moaned loudly and tightened her pussy muscles. My prick began to shrink so I pulled out and laid down beside her. "That was amazing..." was the only words she said before the both of us drifted off into a light sleep. Monday when I asked my dad why Lori hadn’t come home yet all he responded with was, "I guess she decided to stay a little longer." Soon I’ll figure out if this is what happened to my mother. But not right now, I have to figure out how I could even figure this shit out. As for now I must go. Adios mi amiga hermosa... Yours truly, Mike December 20th, 2002 Dear Maggie, Lately I have been feeling really sick, but I don’t know how to explain it. I feel as if I’m getting weaker, and my entire body just aches. I’m wondering if this could have anything to do with my lack of concentration? I don’t think so. I’m not quite sure. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, I told my dad about it and he actually seems concerned. Of course there’s been no contact from Lori. Something I’ve found strange is my dad leaving everyday at around 4 o’clock. I don’t know where he goes, he just tells me stuff like "I’m meeting a few friends for the game" or "I’m going to the store quick" but he never comes home with anything from the store. Over the past week or so Sara and I have gotten together several times and each time ended up like the one I wrote to you about. I think I’m in love with her and I’m thinking of asking her if she’d like to go out for dinner sometime. If she says yes, I’ll take money out of my bank account and rent a limo for a night. I’ll pick her up and give her a dozen red roses, then take her for a ride around Tenvis Park. After our little romantic ride I’ll take her for dinner at a prestigious restaurant up town. I just hope it all goes as planned so that I can give her a really nice memory of her and I, instead of just sex. I don’t know what’s wrong with me right now, I feel disoriented. I’m tired from just writing this short note! Maybe I just need to go lay down for a while....I’ll write in a few days and tell you how my doctor’s appointment went, and what’s causing my sickness. Always, Mike December 28th, 2002 Dear Maggie, I hope you had a nice Christmas, then at least that way someone would have. I went to the doctor on the 21st and got my blood drawn and the doctor asked me a lot of questions. He asked me if I’d ever had sex before and I truthfully answered yes, I had. After a few more questions he told me I could go out in the waiting room while the tests were being done on my blood. I went to the waiting room and sat in the next to my dad, waiting for the doctor to call me back. After about 45 minutes, finally the doctor called me and I went back to his office. He looked at me with serious expression and then down at the test results. "I’ve found that the reason you’ve been so distracted and hyper active is because of a disease called ADD, Attention Deficit Disorder. Now I can put you on medication for this, if you think it necessary." "No, I don’t think its necessary for medication. But it does make sense that I have ADD." He stared at me for a moment as if he had expected me to continue talking. He then said, "Now that isn’t all that you have son." "What do you mean?" I gave him a puzzled look and started to fidget slightly. "Well...the test confirms that you’re HIV Positive." I starred at him for a long time, at least it seemed a long time. Finally I choked out, "Are you sure?" "The test says it right here." My heart sank then and I knew that right there my entire life was going to change. Nothing, no matter how hard I try, will ever be the same. I know I contracted the disease from Sara, which makes it ten times worse, because I love her. How could she do this to me? I don’t know, but she did. The doctor left and told my father the news. My father came in and placed his hand on my shoulder his grip very tight. I knew later I would be beaten for this, I'd had sex, and that was against his rules. Even worse was that I had contracted this disease from it, so now I’m really screwed. Sure enough later that night my father was screaming and ranting, punched me a few times then sent me to my room. Right then, those punches were nothing compared to the pain I felt inside that my love, my Sara, had given me this horrible disease. She called me the next day and I told her I could never see her again, she had hurt me worse than anyone else ever had or could. Now my life is in danger because of her, and that is unacceptable. She cried and apologized profusely saying that she didn’t think it was still in her system. She said she had been treated for it a year previous and thought she was clean. I told her to go to a doctor because she obviously wasn’t and the disease had come back. Then I hung up and locked myself in the attic, the one place I truly find peaceful. I sat on a small loveseat that had probably not been used in at least 30-40 years or more. Looking around I noticed all the boxes and small cases there were around the place. I got up and began to open the boxes and look through each one looking at all of its contents. One was filled with photo albums and I opened one and began to look through it, finding pictures of myself around age five. My mother and my father were smiling at me through the pictures and I realized how much I really miss my mom. I put away the photo albums and returned downstairs. Christmas was very uneventful, my dad didn’t even remember to buy me a present. I pretty much sat around and watched Christmas editions of shows like Charlie Brown and Garfield. Throughout the day the thought of going back up to the attic passed through my mind many times; I just couldn't face seeing pictures of my mother on Christmas day. I’d wish she were here too much and probably end up more of an emotional mess than I was already. Nothing really has happened since then, no word from Lori, nothing. I think I may go up to the attic again soon though. I’ll write soon. Sincerely, Mike