Started working
on a long abandoned project last night. It's funny how it started out as a love
story and now I am writing simply to find out what happens to my antagonist.
He's kind of a sick little pervert. But no matter how much I want to dislike
him, I feel nothing but pity for him. His story is really the driving force
behind this book. I need to know what happens to him, more than I need to
know what happens to my hero and heroin.
Excerpt: Meeting the villain
October 24th. Five years to
the date since the last time he had seen his beloved. The thought of having
been away from her for that long made his skin crawl. What kind of a man would
leave the woman he loved unprotected and unloved for so long? He was so glad
when he finally was able to convince the board that he was a reformed man and
should be put up for parole. He made a beeline straight to the last place they
had made love. Except she hadn’t been there. No one lived there now. He watched
the apartment for six weeks only to find that the only people that walked in or
out were two middle aged Mexican maids. Twice a week. They would be there from
11am to 1pm on those days. And then they would leave for the next two or three
days.
God,
what he would give to be inside that apartment again reliving the memory of
their first night together. He had been so angry with her for glowing from the
growth of another man’s child. That filthy whore had the nerve to be so proud
of the fact that she was carrying another man’s baby. And to call that pussy
that impregnated her, her husband? How could she? Yes he had been livid with
her. And in all his rage and anger he had been highly aroused. Just thinking
about the play fight they had before they got down to business made him want to
explode from ecstasy. Oh and she had fought him. Or at least tried too. She had
been absolutely adorable when she tried to cut him with her little kitchen
knife. He was so glad she had wanted to play along.
But
his search was far from over. Once he realized she had moved he started
searching for her again. Going to her college to see if her or those other two
bitches she hung out with still went there. It took months before he saw any of
her friends. And then that crazy twin she hung around with came back.
Truthfully she was beautiful and if he hadn’t been absolutely in love with his
beloved Saryah he would have had her as well. He followed the twin around for
two weeks until finally he caught the first sight of his beloved in years.
They
had met up in Herald Square by New York City’s biggest Macy’s. Obviously out on
a girls shopping trip. It took everything he had not to run up to her and
gather her in his arms. He restrained himself. They would be together but not
like this. No their meeting would be private and painful and beautiful. He
wanted to hear her beg for mercy and scream in pain when he invaded her again.
Seeing her with her friends had been like the first time they had met.
She had been across the room doing a
presentation for their speech class. She was utterly, painfully beautiful. Her
long brown curls down to her waist. She hadn’t spoken a word to him but he felt
the connection and he knew she had too. Soon after he was kicked out of school
for being unable to keep his grades up. But he wasn’t about to lose her. Not
then and not now. So now as he sat in a park bench across the street from her
apartment in Brooklyn he knew he was doing the right thing. He was watching
over his woman. And in turn she was walking around half naked so she could show
him just how much she wanted him too. Soon, he thought, very soon.
- Erica G. Flores
NOTE: This is a very rough, yet to be edited draft.
