Kite In The Snow by Karla Lopez

 

“Hey, Mae. How are you feeling?” I smile over at Ben who is my lab partner.

“Oh, you know, pregnant.” He chuckles.

“I see. Are we going to get together for our lab tomorrow night?” I softly smile at him.

I nod my head. “Yeah, I have time right after school, if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, totally fine. It’s a date.” Before I can correct him, he walks away and into the school.

I turn to make my way to the parking lot and run into a hard body. Harsh hands grab my arms. I look up to see Travis’s angry expression, and I know he must have heard Ben.

Without a word, he tightens his hold on my arm and drags me to his truck.

“Even pregnant, you’re a whore.” I cringe at the smell on his breath. It’s lunch time and he’s already drunk.

I don’t even know what he’s doing here, since he doesn’t go to school anymore, but I don’t say anything because I know that only makes it worse. He grabs my chin harshly; it makes me wince from the sharp pain shooting up my face.

“You don’t deserve to be the mother of my child.” His words bite and I can’t help but snap back at him.

“I can say the same thing to the low life, drunk, and worthless little boy they have as a father.”

I don’t see it coming until the burning pain hits my face and I’m on the ground. My face is on fire, and I feel something wet dripping down.

My vision goes blurry before I feel a kick to my ribs. I cry out in agony and protectively hold my belly. I feel like someone is cutting me from the inside.

With each hit he grunts hurtful words. “You are nothing, Mae.” Kick, kick.

“You will never leave me because I own you.” Kick, kick.

“You stupid whore!” Kick, kick.

The last kick is so hard that my whole world turns black.

 

 

I wake up to the sound of beeping machines. I can only open one eye because my other one hurts too much to open. I try to breathe, but I can’t, everything hurts too much.

I whimper in pain and the nurses come in. “Take slow, deep breaths, honey.” I try to take off the oxygen mask that is currently helping me breathe, but the nurse doesn’t let me.

I go in and out of consciousness and try to talk to ask about my baby, but it hurts too much. It feels like there’s acid in my lungs. After the third time of waking up, the doctor, the same one from last time, comes in.

He closes the door behind him. I try to take my mask off again to ask him about my baby, but he shakes his head. “Don’t take it off. You need it. Your baby is fine. You took more of the hits on your ribs. He fractured one.”

I nod my head, so he knows I understood him. He watches me with concern. “Mae, you need to run away, and I’m going to help you.”

I nod and plead with him to help me. “This is only going to get worse; he could have killed you. I’m going to get together everything you need, and in two days, you’ll make your escape. I told Travis and your parents that you were still unconscious and that you needed time to heal.”

I can’t speak because it burns, but I grab his hand, so he knows how much I appreciate him. “There’s no need to thank me. I’m a coward because I don’t have the power to stand up for you and save you.”

With those last words, he walks out, and I let out a sob. And for the first time, it’s one of relief.

 

 

A couple of days pass before I start to feel better. My whole body still aches, but I feel better from my lungs. It doesn’t hurt that much to breathe.

I look at myself in the hospital bathroom mirror, and I want to sob and curl into a ball because of what I see. I see a broken girl, and it’s visible from the outside as much as it is from the inside.

I change into the clothes that Dr. Hue brought me, all black so I won’t stand out. I pull my hair into a ponytail and bring up the hoodie over my head.

I’m finally going to escape this nightmare for my baby. For me.

I wait for Dr. Hue to come again. He gives me a duffle bag. “Here. This has all the medication you need. More clothes, your prenatals, and two thousand dollars to help you settle in. I’m sorry, I wish I could give you more money.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s enough. I’ll find my way.”

He nods. “There’s a bus ticket in there with the destination to Alaska. The bus stops multiple times throughout the journey. Pick another town or city to settle in.”

I hug and thank him goodbye, then I make my way out of the hospital. There are no nurses around my room, and I’m sure it’s Dr. Hue’s doing.

I walk at a fast pace down the hallway, scared I’m going to get caught. When I round the corner, I rush into the elevator and hide all the way in the back.

The elevator stops one more time and my heart stops as well. Travis and his dad walk in. I try to make myself small and unnoticeable.

My heart is beating so fast that I can hear it in my ears. I try to focus on my breathing and at the thought that I’m almost out of here.

When the elevator dings, I dart out of it and run as fast as I can. I keep running, ignoring the pain in my body until I’m at the bus station near the hospital. Once I’m inside the bus, I forget to get off and end up in my new home.

 

 

 

I’m startled awake by Mae’s screaming. I sit up frantically and turn on the lamp from my nightstand.

“Mae, wake up. Baby, wake up.” I shake her awake. Her face is filled with sweat and she’s moving around hysterically. I keep shaking her and calling her name until she finally opens her eyes.

Her eyes are filled with horror before she recognizes where she is. She’s breathing a mile a minute and her eyes are moving all around the room.

Her cheeks are stained with tears, but she does her best to calm down. “Are you okay?” I ask while I wipe away her sweaty forehead.

She nods quietly, and I hug her to me. I hold her till her breathing is back to normal. Her quiet voice meets my ears. “I haven’t had a nightmare in a while.”

“I know,” I whisper.

She looks at me. “You knew about my nightmares.”

“It was kind of hard not to, and after that first night, I wanted to hold you and make you feel better.”

She leans into me more. “You’re too good to me.”

“There’s no such thing.” She traces my forearm that’s filled with tattoos.

We’re quiet for a few minutes before Mae sits up and kisses me. Her kiss is slow and soft at first, then it becomes more intense, more desperate. She bites my lip, making me groan.

I squeeze her hips and twirl my tongue against hers. All the blood in my veins make its way to my dick. She doesn’t stop the kiss while she lies back and opens her legs for me. My upper body settles between her soft thighs as I lean over her.

She grinds her pantie-covered pussy all over my hard dick, and I can’t help but join her. She moans against my lips. I take the little ounce of control I have and stop us.

“Mae, maybe we should wait.”

She shakes her head. “No, no more waiting. I’m ready. I want you to have me.”

“But I don’t even have condoms.”

She leans in and whispers in my ear, “It’s okay, I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”

I look into her eyes to make sure this is really what she wants. “I am too.”

“I trust you.” Those words are my undoing. They mean a lot more to me than anything else could.

I kiss her hard and wet. I own her mouth like she owns my heart. I rub my body against her, only intensifying the feeling. I take off her shirt and feast on her breasts. I suck on her nipples hard until I have her writhing under me.

I keep sucking on her skin as I go lower and lower until I’m met with her underwear. I look up at her and I see her deep blue, trusting eyes looking at me. She nods, giving me permission to keep going.

I slide her panties down her legs. When my eyes connect with her pussy, I groan. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to ruin me.”

She whimpers, letting me get a good look at her naked body. Her legs spread open wider with her pussy on display, making me a wild man. I lean forward and run my tongue against her slit and twirl it around her clit.

She moans the more I do it, and her taste floods all my senses. I become a starved animal, feasting on her pussy. I suck hard while I watch her lose control.

Her eyes are creased and she’s fisting the sheets. She comes hard while she tugs my hair, only making my dick ache even more. Once she lets go, she’s panting.

“Fuck, sweetest pussy ever.” She giggles, but her cheeks blush a deeper red.

“Come here,” she whispers.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice, I lay half my body on her, holding myself up on my forearms. I kiss her gently, letting her taste herself. She moans as our tongues brush against each other.

Her bare pussy brushes against my briefs and I want nothing more than to feel her skin to skin, but I don’t want to rush her either. As we kiss, she slips her hand into my briefs and squeezes my dick.

I hiss against her lips as her eyes watch me closely. She strokes me a few times before the sensation is too much for me to bare. “Fuck, baby, you have to stop doing that or this is going to be over before we know it.”

She gives me a seductive smile filled with desire as if that was her plan all along. She uses her feet to slide down my briefs, and my hard dick springs free, the tip touching the top of her pubic bone.

I finish the job of taking off my underwear and go back to my same spot. My dick rubs against her wet, bare pussy, making us groan. She’s so wet that her juices are coating my dick. I use one hand to push the head against her clit and she moans, pressing her nails into my skin.

“Wyatt,” she says breathlessly. I look into her trusting eyes. “I want you to fuck me right now. We have time for love making in the morning.” Her words get to me, and I give her exactly what she wants.

I flip her over onto her stomach and smack her ass, hard enough to leave a handprint. The blushing skin makes my dick leak a little precum and it takes everything in me not to blow right there.

“Get on all fours and arch your back.” She does exactly as I say.

I dip my finger into her dripping pussy, her moans echoing around us. I lean forward and whisper, “You’re such a good girl.” She moans and arches her back harder, her pussy squeezing my fingers even more.

I take my hard length and stroke it while I spit onto my dick. I spread my spit and coat myself with it, then circle Mae’s entrance with the head of my length, watching her squirm to get it all in her.

She whimpers when I pull away. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Please, Wyatt. Make me come. Make me yours. Own me.” I’m at her mercy with her words again, and I slam into her so hard that she falls forward. She grunts but pushes herself against me just as hard.

Our rhythm becomes erratic and our skin slaps against each other, the clapping sound echoing around the room. I lay my hand flat on her lower back, making her arch even more, my dick going in deeper. We groan together at the sensation.

We’re both addicted to the feeling. We’re both pushing against each other, pulling euphoria from each other’s bodies. I wrap my hand around her hair and lean forward. My lips brushing against her ear.

“You like the way I’m fucking you?” Her response is a loud, “Hmmm.” I tug her hair back, making her head come along with it.

“You hear that? You’re so fucking wet. You’re dripping all over my cock and onto the sheets.”

“Yes, please. Please, keep fucking me.” Our panting is loud, and her pussy is squeezing my dick so hard that I know she’s close.

“Come for me, baby. Come so I can come inside your pussy and lick you up after.”

“Oh fuck, Wyatt,” she says as she holds my head against hers and her pussy spasms around my dick. The grip is so hard that while she’s coming, I groan my release. My seed pumping into her.

Without a word, I flip her over and feast on her sensitive pussy. Rubbing both of our releases around her clit. I groan against her pussy as our salty taste floods my tongue. She watches me with her teeth between her lip.

After I’m done, I sit up but don’t get a chance to do anything else because Mae attacks my mouth with hers. Our kiss is feverish, and she moans against my lips.

She licks her lips. “I wanted a taste too.” I groan and she giggles.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I plan to be.” She winks at me.

Once we clean up and we’re back in bed, we hold each other close. Listening to each other’s heartbeats. I lay my head on her chest and listen to my favorite part of her. I couldn’t dream of a better person to love.

“I love you, Mae,” I whisper.

“I love you, Wyatt.” I start to fall asleep to those words, but before I completely fall asleep, I hear Mae’s voice once again.

“Thank you for loving me.”