Romans & histoires One More Step

One more— Breath.

Mom please believe me. "it's okay my baby girl, it's all in the past, with your father I've not given up on talking with him, but his stubborn heart is not allowing him have a change of mind. "but God is in control my daughter; I will send your little sister to the bank early morning to let you have some money in your account" ;" Amanda would be going to school with one of the drivers going to drop her at college and so she will get it done on her way to school , alright Ellen".

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands. My pussy had stayed wet the whole night, aching and empty, no matter how many times I pressed my thighs together or tried to ignore it. By morning, I felt wrecked eyes puffy from crying over Kyle, body still humming from that charged moment with my new stepfather, Stepfather.

"]ust relax and stop moving your feet. I'll help you move." She let out a sigh and looked up at me. I slowly moved my feet and her hand shot out to grip onto the wooden banister next to her. "Steve." She grabbed my hand tighter. "It's alright, just follow what I'm doing, one foot in front of the other and push off and glide. Do that." She looked up at me scared. "I won't let you fall darling. Don't worry I'll catch you." I nodded my head and she nodded hers too, she let out a big sigh and slowly moved one of her feet while still holding onto the banister and tightly holding my hand.

It takes three pages. She is not daunted by the three pages. She has never been the kind of person who is daunted by the size of what remains. She is the kind of person who looks at the size of what remains and identifies the first step and takes it, because the first step is the only one available and every subsequent step becomes available only after the previous one is taken. The first step, tomorrow morning at five, is Utah.

He will survive now, and this little sacrifice from me, for the last time, will ensure his victory too. There is nothing left for me to do here. I take one last look at the invisible wall, wondering how far Dustin is from me… But I can’t look for long. Because it might waver me, might make me take a step back. Sighing, I look ahead and step forward. One more step. And everything will be fine. Everyone has to sacrifice something. This is what I can give. No hesitation. No regret. One more step. And just silence as I fall.

Always. * * * - - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -

He drove for a bit and stopped at a plaza. My heart skipped a beat. It was an involuntary response, my body reacting before my mind caught up. Rolf pulled a piece of candy out of his pocket and walked over to a bench. "I know you don't love me anymore," he said. "But I can't let go. Can we start over? Give me one more chance. I promise I won't make the same mistakes, okay?" He held out the candy like it was a ring, and this was a proposal. I couldn't help but think back to that awful day when that little boy gave me a piece of candy. It was sweet on the outside but bitter and hard to swallow.

I tease with a smile, which closes like this he unlocks the door and walks out. The first step has already been taken, now the rest is missing.

he says. “I don’t like that answer.” “It’s the only one that fits.” I step back. Carefully. This time, my foot lands somewhere new. The ground stays empty. No print. No pre-made step. Good. I breathe out slowly. “Okay,” I say. “So we just don’t—” My next step— Matches again. Exactly. Same angle. Same position. Like it adjusted. Like it learned from the correction. “No,” I say under my breath. “No, that’s not happening.”