Darkest Woods: Chapter 6

Day 16

 

Ethan

 

He couldn’t sleep. Henry hadn’t allowed him to sleep in his room and Ethan couldn’t push it, Henry being adamant about it. Ethan didn’t know how he would get the keys. If he didn’t get the keys, there was no way he could get Brooke out of there besides walking the thirty some miles.

After he was given his chore list which included cleaning the gutters, Ethan got Brooke alone. Brooke seemed angry at breakfast. She kept glaring at Ethan when Henry wasn’t looking. When Henry went outside she pushed Ethan into the doorframe of the kitchen, “What did you do to me?”

“Brooke please, listen to me-“

“No! You gave me something!”

Ethan took her around the waist and pulled her close. She tried to fight it but submitted finally and Ethan kissed her neck, “I was just protecting you. Please don’t hate me. If you hated me I couldn’t take it.”

Brooke pulled back, her face still angry, “He hurt you again didn’t he?”

“It doesn’t matter, he didn’t hurt you.”

Brooke’s eyes filled with tears. She wrenched herself away from Ethan and stormed off to do her chores. He didn’t follow her. He had lain awake for hours thinking. He had to kill Henry. There was no way around it now. He couldn’t keep Henry away from Brooke another night.

Just as he was thinking this, Henry came into the house. Ethan was startled from his dark thought, “I need a hand out in the barn.”

Ethan nodded and followed him outside. In the barn Henry pointed to a piece of wood, “I’m going to put this in the groove there, you hold it steady while I finish gluing it.”

Ethan held the wood while his mind was spinning thinking of how he would get out of this place and get Brooke away from Henry. Henry glued the wood together and then walked up behind Ethan. Without saying a word he reached around and undid his pants.

Ethan started to take his hands away from the desk, but Henry said, “No, no, keep holding it.” Ethan did as he felt his pants fall to his ankles. Henry walked over to his tool chest and opened a drawer, “I know you’re a little jealous about me and Brooke. I don’t want you to think I like her more, but I do have to pop that little cherry tonight, so I figure besides our good time last night, I’d give you some attention today.”

Ethan closed his eyes, and felt Henry put his hand on his waist. The cold plastic handle of the long screw driver touched his anus and began to slide inside, Henry’s grip on him tightening. “Stay still, baby. I’d use my cock, but I’m saving it for your sister.”

The handle of the screwdriver went inside of him and Ethan thought of Henry’s words, and how he was going after Brooke. His Brooke. A peace came over him. He didn’t feel the handle being jammed into him. He didn’t feel the wood in his hands. He didn’t hear Henry’s heavy breath. His mind was beyond the reality around him, and he reached his hand around his back and took the metal in him hand, “Let me do it, Daddy. You watch me fuck myself.

He knew Henry was smiling, and he was glad. He felt Henry let go of the screwdriver and he pumped it inside of himself three times before he yanked it out at the same time he turned around and used all the strength he had, the anger, and the pain inside of him, and flipped the screwdriver in his hand, then jammed it into Henry’s temple.

Ethan watched Henry’s face turn from surprise to understanding as the tip of the screwdriver went into his brain. Henry stood there for at least ten seconds before his body collapsed under him. Ethan stood over him watching his body convulse then go still. Henry’s eyes stared into nowhere. As Ethan began to pull up his pants he spit on the still face and went to the corner of the barn where the yard tools were kept in an old barrel and got the shovel.

 

Brooke

 

After the bathroom was cleaned and the living room dusted Brooke went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. She saw Ethan going into the woods with a shovel. She thought Henry was sending him to do a chore and wished she could go to him, to catch a few forbidden moments with him but she still had the kitchen floor to scrub. When she was finished she went out to the barn to ask Henry if she should start lunch, but when she got out there Henry was nowhere to be found. She looked off toward the woods where she had seen Ethan go and thought about following, but if he was with Henry, she may get in a lot of trouble. She went back in and went to her room to do some homework until she was told to do otherwise.

A half an hour later she heard the front door open and close and just as she was getting off of her bed she heard a crash coming from Henry’s room across the hall. She rushed out and saw Ethan swinging an ax at the door.

“What are you doing? He’ll kill you!”

The ax swing down once more and the door opened, the doorknob hanging bent and broken. Ethan didn’t look at her he just went through the door. Brooke watched him then looked down the hall expecting to see Henry storming down the hall. When she saw no sign of him, she followed Ethan inside the room. He was rummaging through Henry’s dresser, “Ethan, what the hell is going on? Speak to me!”

“We’re leaving. I just need to find where the fuck he put the keys.” She noticed his shoes covered in mud and his hands and arms were as well. She went to him and grabbed his arm gently, turning him to face her. He finally stopped and looked at her, “Brooke, he’s dead.”

She hugged him to her, “Oh God, Ethan. What did you do?”

“I killed him, baby. We are free.” He kissed her deeply and hugged her to him tight.

“Thank you, Ethan. Thank you.”

They looked all over the room and didn’t find the keys, then Brooke looked in the closet. There was a safe there. Her face was crestfallen, “There’s no way we can get it open.”

“Let me try, okay?” He went to the safe and they were both happily surprised when it opened easily, the door not being completely shut. Inside were papers, a stack of cash and the keys to the Cherokee.

They took the money which was five hundred and fifty dollars and the papers which were the deed to the house, and their birth certificates and guardianship papers.

Ethan took the papers from her hands and threw them on the floor then took her shirt off, “I’m going to make love to you on his bed. I’m going to do what he never did and go deep inside of you.”

He kissed her hand and walked her to the bed, pushing her down on it. She felt her face flush with heat and she pulled him down on top of her. Their clothes were off in seconds and he put his fingers inside of her, fingering her hard. She moaned and spread her legs wide open guiding his mouth to her nipple.

He sucked hard on her nipple then took his mouth off staring into her eyes, “You’re all mine now. Tell me that you’re mine, Brooke. Tell me you belong to just me.”

Her hips bucked begging for his fingers to fuck her harder, “Yes, Ethan, I belong to you. I am yours.”

He took his fingers out of her and sucked her delicious juice off of them making her crazy with lust. He got on top of her and thrust his cock deep inside of her. Her breath was taken as he began to pound inside of her hot pussy, the adrenaline from all that had happened that day culminating into the need to take her hard. His face was serious and angry, scaring her a little but the fear drove her over the edge to orgasm. She arched her back and he pounded even harder as he felt her muscles grip his cock tight. He wouldn’t cum with her, he was not done. He was going to share with her the anger and courage he had felt throughout the day through the fucking he was giving her. From that day forward she was his, and he would possess her fully, make her want nothing else but him, not air or food or freedom.

He flipped her around and took her from behind, her face on the bedspread, her hands gripping it tight as he drove his cock deep inside of her. It was pounding so deep and hard that it hurt her, but the pain he was giving her only added to the intensity of the act, bringing her close to orgasm once again. He felt her begin to cum and this time he did cum with her, filling her with his hot cum. He didn’t worry about her becoming pregnant because she was his now and if she had his child it would only be right.

After they were dressed again he took her in his arms, “We are going to have to stay under the radar for awhile. I killed him, and he’s an ex cop. If someone comes around here and suspects anything…”

“I know. Let’s go to LA. We can hide there.”

It was decided. They were going down the coast to LA and they would begin their life together. With the Cherokee packed with their clothes and the few things they took from the house that they figured they may need, they took one last look back at the house that had been their prison.

“Let’s get out of here.”