You Knock Me Down Novels & Stories

It's enough for me to lose myself. I'm going to come. Right now. I can feel it. “Fuckkkkkk! Derrick don't stop! I'm going to—Shit I'm going to—” I'm at the cliff again. I'm right at the edge, just about to fall over… When a loud knock bellows in the room.

I walk to my office and shut the door ,i reached straight for my shelf and fling it open i take out my bottle of rum and a tumbler and pour myself some into the tumbler as i am a light drinker ,i down it all in one go ,wait a minute fuck the tumbler ,i thought to myself ,flinging it away and smashing it against the wall ,i down the whole bottle into my mouth as i go in for a quick dive ,taking about half of it into my body in one go ,i stumble and fall on the floor why is it always me ,why am i always unlucky when it comes to love and relationships ,Julie and her mate found each other and they made it easy for each other ,why do i have to be the one paired with a difficult mate or am i cur

“Don’t think you have the right to speak to me however you want.” Without warning, he shoved me hard. I stumbled and fell flat on the ground, biting back a cry of pain as he towered over me.

I held her tracksuit close to me and started crying again. **Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go, then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down If you wanna go, then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly** *

Down Own Mown DOM. FREEDOM. I summon the last strength I possess and stand to my feet, my hands shaking, my breathing failing me; I punch the words in and hope that my last chance is the charm.

They are stronger than me and my tiny punches does little in helping me. A heavy knock descends on my head and they throw me to the floor. I'm disheveled, parts of my cloth ripped from my body. I scramble on the floor, reaching for the torn pieces as tears threaten to fall from my eyes. I can't fight them. I've never tried to. All I can do is endure. “Dance for us,” one of them jeers, interrupting my moment of self-pity. He shoves me forward with a kick from behind. “Do your little dance, princess.”

Most people knock on doors with a pattern of either two short knocks and one long or two long and one short. But this person outside was different. Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock knock, knock— Knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock— Knock, knock—knock! Knock, knock—knock! The knocking rhythm even reminded me of a familiar childhood tune. But that didn't help with my morning grumpiness.

- Okay, calm down, let go of me first and then I'll let them go. Riffen shook his head, he's not stupid, after all these years, could he be tricked by this petty game?

I think I am going to puke. “Blake…” I call out, my voice a mere whisper. Of course, he ignores me. Blake the mighty who never listens to anyone but himself. I fist at his back. “Blake…put me down.” “No,” is his answer. “Then I’ll throw up on your back.” That does it. In an instant, Blake drops me like a hot potato and I fall smack right onto the ground. Very ungracefully I might add. “Owww!” I rub at my bottom. Luckily I am wearing my toughest pair of jeans and not some leotard today. I count it as a blessing.

The bell rang, followed by music again. Slam shot at me imminently. I swear to God, I almost pissed myself. He looked like he was a psycho killer about to skin me alive. I threw myself on the ground and rolled a few feet before popping back up on the balls of my feet. Slam turned towards me and smirked a malicious smile.