Stop It Novels & Stories

My knee split open too. He stood over Camille, shielding her, and looked down at me, his voice cold. "What's wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? Why did you touch her? Take it out on me if you want. Camille cried behind him, hands over her face. I sat on the ground and looked up at him. My palm and knee throbbed, a fine, spreading pain that made my whole body shake. But watching him plant himself between me and Camille, I suddenly stopped feeling any of it.

No more words needed. This was real.

Stop interrupting so we can finish. "years",she says as a tear slips down her pale cheeks. Fuck me.

Each word vibrated all the way to her toes. "Do these hurt?" She jingled the two clips together. "They can, but I'll let you decide how tight you can handle them." She looked away. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this." His hand came out and one finger brought her chin around. "It all stops if you want it to. The word 'red' is most often used." "Red?" "'No,' 'no more,' and 'stop' are often said when in the heat of the moment. You need a word that means stop immediately."

This feels good. I don’t want to stop.

Something I didn't know how to stop. And I didn't know how to stop it either.

Anything. Nothing.

Not giving him an opportunity to speak, or stop me. ##################

"Is this enough?" "Stop!"

"Sto⁠p⁠ it." "I can't‌ help it."