Fuck me! Holy Christ, Dear God! Holy FUCKING shit!!! Kelsea looked down at her phone panic as she sat at her desk in the back of the classroom. Her right leg bounced as nerves wracked her body, twisting her stomach in knots. Re-reading the message yet again did not change its content. "Missing Something?" It read. It was not the words themselves that caused her dread, it was a simple picture of a piece of paper. A specific, simple piece of paper, of which only the title appeared. The Journal of Kelsea Charles. Top Secret.
God how could I have been so fucking stupid? She thought to herself. For the usually polite and charming blonde southern belle, the use of 'fucking' rarely made an appearance, even in her thoughts. And still fewer times would the Lord's name in vain. Sure a stubbed toe could bring out a string of curses. And of course thoughts of the star quarterback after another win, glistening in sweat, certainly caused the utterance of 'fucking,' She had a pulse after all. And she had heard the rumors of his... physical gifts. But this was different. The contents of that journal, Kelsea knew, would absolutely destroy her, her relationships, her reputation. I may have to fucking move. Kelsea fought back the tears that welled up in her eyes and threatened to fall down her face. She would not allow that to happen, water proof mascara or no.
When she went through the awkward ugly duckling stage of middle school, hormones raging and confusing her, Kelsea's mother suggested journaling as a constructive way to deal with the struggles of teen angst. For once, Kelsea listened to her mother and was pleased to discover it did help. So Kelsea continued the practice through high school. Her mom promised to never read the journal, reassuring her daughter that she had her own safe space to document and process her thoughts, actions, and feelings. Still, as she got older Kelsea did not take any chances. The journal migrated from a hand-written spiral notebook with rainbows and colorful stickers to a password protected thumb drive. Not that she did not trust her mother, but as the contents of the journal increased, Kelsea realized she would never want it to see the light of day. It was just for her. A way to process. A creative outlet.
But now, a fear Kelsea did not even realize she had, reared its ugly head. I was so careful! Who even knew about it? In between panicked scenarios racing through her mind that included Kelsea crawling under her bed for about 100 years and dying alone, she tried to dissect the situation. Surely she could think this out, resolve this problem. Yes, Algebra proved difficult, but not impossible. A solution always presented itself. Surely this would be no different. Maybe whoever found it did not even care about what was in the journal and was just taking the opportunity for a little practical joke. One that took 10 years off young Kelsea's life, sure. But one she would be able to laugh about once it was all done. No harm, no foul. Well... maybe there would be some harm, and some serious consequences. But, what didn't kill her made her stronger, right?
But those half optimistic thought of Kelsea's would never come to fruition. The other half was taking center stage.
The grey barn by Broken Creek. 4pm. Come alone.
She swore her heart stopped as she read the message. Kelsea knew that was out in the middle of nowhere. She guessed she should be grateful that there was not an immediate threat to the journal getting into the hands of the vicious gossips of the high school.
Once the last school bell rang, Kelsea quickly gathered her pink Jansport and threw it over one shoulder, on a mission to dig through her locker one last time. With the school emptying, she took the opportunity to remove everything out of her locker, rifling furiously through papers, notebooks, old pictures, and whatever other unexplainable items get tossed and buried in one's locker over the course of the school year. But her heart sank farther and farther as she came to the realization that it truly was missing. No flash drive. So she sighed, tried to put on a brave face, and made her way to her Jeep to make the drive to Broken Creek.
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She arrived, dust kicking out from the wheels of her Jeep. She stepped out of the white 4x4, one boot after the other. She dusted off her denim shorts and grey tank top, flakes flying off after being collected during the drive with the top down. Kelsea reached over the door, snatching a flannel and putting it on, unbuttoned but tied across her abdomen. Sunglasses in place as the sun beat down, she looked around what appeared to be a large tract of land, population 0. Unkept grass, a creek babbling a few feet away, the grey barn rising just across the water... she had no idea what to expect, but she could feel the nerves threatening to overtake her.
"There you are," a high-pitched voice called out from the barn. "In here."
Unable to see the owner of said female voice, Kelsea steeled herself and started the short trek to the open barn door. The nerves practically unbearable, but she admitted to herself she felt a little safer just knowing the person on the other side was of the fairer sex. The various sexual desires she admitted to, and the few experiences she allowed herself to try were surely safer in the hands of another girl. But Kelsea forgot that in many ways, girls could be far more cruel to other girls than men. And unbeknownst to her, she was about to be brutally reminded of that fact. Over and over again before this was done.
"Look at you, hot stuff," she heard as she made her way into the barn. She removed her sunglasses, her eyes struggling to adjust to the lack of sunlight within the confines of the old wooden barn. She attempted to shield her eyes to let them adjust to the minuscule rays of sun leaking through gaps in the wood slats. "Love the daisy dukes, you've always had great legs. See your tits haven't really grown though."
She knew this voice. And even more familiar was the teasing, a little too mean to ever be friendly though she remembered it was always accompanied with a smile. A beautiful smile.
"Dani? Is that you?" Kelsea inquired to the barn. A shadow slowly grew larger from the darkness, light finally hitting the beautiful brunette... not quite hiding the wickedness behind the now sunlit, pearl white smile.
"In the flesh, slut." Kelsea flushed. Dani called her that since middle school. It always seemed the sort of bullying tease the older sister of a best friend was allowed. Michelle and Kelsea were once inseparable. Sure they grew apart once high school, boyfriends, and other interests came between them. But in middle school, they were best friends forever. During those years, a girl's best friend is basically a dating relationship. Everything is shared, from clothes to secrets to unmentionable moments kept just between besties. Kelsea's time with Michelle sped through Kelsea's mind in a flash. While not exactly a welcome sight considering Dani's bitchy streak, it still could be worse, Kelsea thought.
"Wow, you're filthy," Dani spoke as the two girls closed the distance between them in the barn. "And all the sweat glistening is hot but your hair is starting to get matted and that dirt smudged on your legs and cheek is going to turn to mud. Ew." Dani never filtered her words. Kelsea tried to laugh it off, how many times had Dani been mean and then just say she was teasing. But this time it's different. She's read the journal. This is dangerous her inner voice pointed out.
"Well you look great. Love the sundress. How's college?" Kelsea attempted her traditional tactic whenever Dani grew cruel to her younger sister or turned that negative energy Kelsea herself.
"God, you were always so bubbly. And pretty, I admit. You look hot, especially now that your tits have finally come in. What are those? C cup? You probably wear a B though just to keep that cleavage looking as hot as possible, don't you hehe. You always were such a tease."
Kelsea realized she needed to confront this head-on. "What is it you want, Dani? How do you have my journal?"
"It doesn't really matter how, does it? I have it. But you're right about the first question... what does Dani want from Kelsea? To be honest, I kinda just want to see what happens when it goes around the school. I've known what you were like when you were a timid little prude just learning to kiss when you and Michelle pathetically practiced. I know what kind of person you are... and I know you would rather die than those things you wrote in your journal all around the school. Friends. Family."
This is SO fucking serious. Why is Dani doing this? God, how could I be so stupid. I have to do something about this. That journal CANNOT see the light of day.
"What do you want, Dani?" Kelsea tried to make her voice as intimidating as possible. But at 5ft. 2, barely 100lbs, Kelsea was no physical threat to Dani, who stood a full 6 inches and 20 pounds heavier. All perfectly proportioned through her ass, thighs, and bust.
Dani licked her full lips. It did not go unnoticed by Kelsea. "Look, I'm going to make this easy on you... because you know everything I'm saying is true. You absolutely do NOT want this journal out there for all of your friends and family to learn all your deep dark secrets. True?"
Kelsea could feel the saliva building in her mouth, her heart pounding in her chest as panic began setting in. She could feel her temperature rising, a sensation particularly noticeable since it the afternoon's sweltering heat already caused her body to perspire into glistening droplets of sweat on her smooth skin. She gulped.
"True," she answered, her voice revealed her extreme nervousness through a quivering voice Kelsea could not prevent making an appearance. Wheels spinning for some sort of solution, Kelsea tried her old tried and true: A pleading voice and puppy dog eyes. "Please," she whispered and looked as brave and hopeful as she could muster. Dani stared back, revealing nothing. A pregnant pause, then Dani spoke.
"Look. You were stupid. You got careless with something dangerous. And it could be really, really bad for you. But the fact is Kelsea, I've always liked you." Kelsea could not hide the smirk and ever so slight eye roll.
"No, silly. Not the annoying, stupid best friend of my little sister, sure. But I could see such possibilities for you, such potential shining through that awkwardness. I can see I was right." Shamelessly, Dani ogled Kelsea from her head to the toes of her brown leather Ariats. As Dani leered, Kelsea squirmed, practically crawling in her skin with nerves.
Dani took a mental picture. Kelsea's long hair with blonde highlights, slightly darker eyebrows, and emerald green eyes more likely to belong to a member of the Fae than a human girl. Mmmmmm Dani thought to herself. And those full, pouty luscious lips. Shining with gloss, I bet she just put it on after parking the Jeep thinking it was a guy blackmailing her. I bet its strawberry flavored.
Kelsea fought for breath as Dani finally returned her gaze to Kelsea's face.
"You don't want this out there. And while I could... and would normally do something like that, I'm going to give you a chance to prevent that. So I thought about what would be fair. What do you think you would do? For me to give you back that flash drive? To have this all go away?"
Kelsea felt sick to her stomach. She knew this was the worst situation Kelsea could have found herself. The fact was, that journal could not be seen by anyone else. Ever. And that Dani knew that too. Kelsea struggled in disbelief to find that as the question sunk in, her mind just could not find much she wouldn't do to turn out like it never even happened. Fuck. What wouldn't I do to be out of this without anyone else finding out what's in that journal.
"Please, Dani. Please, you know I would- that..." Kelsea trailed off, struggling to get the words to form properly. "Have you read it?" Dani's tried and failed to disguise the menace peeking through to answer the question. "How I-"
"It doesn't matter now, Kelsea," the barely whispered words still managing to cut off Kelsea's words, her very train of thought as true fear emerged through all the confusion, desperation, and outright panic. And she could not get rid of the terrible sensation. This was no mere passing thought. This was reality.
"I'm... literally- begging you, Dani. Please"
"You're begging me? You're not even on your knees." Immediately, and without thinking, Kelsea dropped to her knees and continued pleading.
"Dani. Please. Please, tell me what I can do." She felt her eyes water but successfully fought them back. At least for the moment. She brought her hands together in front of her in symbolic prayer. "Danielle, please. I know there has to be something we can work out. Right? We've known each other for years. Please, what can I do?"
"Simple. You. You are mine. For the next six months, I own you." Dani's voice full of authority, echoed against the aged barn walls where Kelsea's remained quiet. "You do what I want, what I say. I command. You obey. Unquestioningly. You're over a barrel here. But if you agree to that, and you follow through, I give you back the flash drive. I don't make copies. I don't ever reveal what I know. It disappears, never to be spoken of again."
Kelsea startled, her rapid heart skipping a beat she just knew must be vital, like she only had so many beats left and to skip one was to waste her few remaining precious moments.
"Kelsea, look at me. Breathe." Kelsea re-focused her eyes and looked at Dani.
"I promise, if you do this for six months, I will give you this little confessional on your flash drive to you and no one will ever see it or know what's on it. Six months of obedience, and believe me I will have my fun and you will obey. But after that, you're scot free."
