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You Know I Love You Right?	By : sparrowgirl421 Category: M through R > Nightmare on Elm Street Views: 5798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ch. 6: Simply Watching

            Now that I had experienced sex, I got much more excited when daddy got into one of his moods. I loved how he was always patient with me. He would always start slow and build me up for the end. Sometimes I asked him if I was doing ok for him and he said the little things I did always turned him on. One thing I did notice is when he seemed to get into what I called a dark mood when we did it. When I finally asked him about it he got so upset and kept apologizing. He never wanted to frighten me, but he explained that sometimes he got so into the act he would become aggressive. He promised me he would be in more control and try and be gentle with me.
            I was glad Lily and Jack never caught onto his feelings for me when they came over to my house. Jack didn’t really care about what my dad did and Lily thought I was just spoiled. Over the summer break I tried to help Lily in drawing for a little bit, but she wasn’t interested in it like I was. Instead I was happy with helping one of the little girls at the preschool. Her name was Nancy and she loved to draw all kinds of things. Daddy would always smile at us when he saw us together. He would say we were his two favorite girls at play with each other. Nancy seemed to grow really fond of my dad and always told me how nice he was. I had to agree with this girl.
            Sometimes I would see the kids playing with him. They were always jumping around and laughing. Sometimes he would play pretend with them and pull them into a spin. Other times he would play hide and seek. They always wanted to play with me when I came around. Dad always joked around with me when he got home saying the kids were asking for me or they were wondering where I was. This was a more playful group than last year’s students. I thought this was nice for him because he would always seem so happy when he got home. One thing I thought that was really cute was that Nancy would make pictures for him too.
            The pictures she made would be hanging up in his secret room with my pictures too, but that wasn’t the only thing I saw in that room. On the table in there I saw sharp pieces of metal that looked like claws and they frightened me. I never said anything about them, but sometimes I would sketch them in my sketch book. It made me think that daddy was getting his dark mood out in some other way. I did my best not to think about the blades.
            Boys were still a big problem for me. They were starting to hit on me again and I thought it was disgusting. I didn’t want any part of what they wanted. They kept trying to put their hands on me and I would always brush them away. This would always anger me in a way that I just couldn’t describe. It was a pure rage that I felt for them, but I had to get control of it or else I would get in trouble. I didn’t like them at all because I knew they would treat me like a trophy wife and nothing else. Sometimes daddy would catch one of them and of course they ran before he got too close. He was angered by it too and I noticed a dark look in his eyes when this happened. It was the little things I noticed about him that got me scared.

            With school back in session things were back into a routine again. I managed to take an extra art class which sometimes made my day. I was surprised at some of the stuff Lily talked about with me. We were just good friends, so she wanted a person to talk to a lot. Thankfully she didn’t talk about what she did with Jack, although sometimes she came close. I got use to her girl talk after a while. But things were starting to get bad for me. Now that classmen had gotten over the freshman jitters they were on the playing field when it came to relationships. Guys wanted my attention and some of the girls who wanted them got jealous of me. They started to bully me and it made me feel depressed. I stayed away from most people because I didn’t know who to trust. Dad caught onto my mood and he always tried to cheer me up. I surprised myself by refusing his advances a few times. Although he was sympathetic with me and gave me kisses instead.
            To counter or get rid of these feelings I kept visiting the school. Sometimes he would take me down to the room and we would have sex. I always felt better after those encounters because he would always make me feel better. I did notice he was a little ruff when we did it down there, but I didn’t really mind. After we had our fun today he went back upstairs to clean up something. I stayed behind and looked through the desk when I found the glove. My hands were shaking as I held it. It was a glove that had metal fingertips. The tips were extended metal knives that had been sharpened into claws on four fingers. I looked it over and I was horrified at what I saw. I jumped when I heard his footsteps coming back. I shoved the glove back into the drawer and organized the desk.
            “Ok, baby let’s go.” He said to me cheerfully. I followed him back upstairs and we went home. I never told him about the glove I had seen, but I sketched it instead. It was such a menacing thing that I drew sparks around the tips of the blades. He never figured out my from what I saw.

            I though fall went too fast for me. All too soon winter came back again. Now I was starting to dread coming home because I would be alone. The negative thoughts that were in my head really scared me and I drew my depression in my sketches. At home it took me a while before I could think of anything to draw. I did my best to hide my mood from Lily and Jack too and I had to keep my bitterness inside as they talked about themselves. The girls got worse with me and even tried to throw snowballs filled with rocks at me. I would get so angry that I would just wander in the woods waiting for my rage to cool down. Today had been a bad day for me and I just let it out too quickly. I growled at myself in anger and punched one of the trees. I cried out in pain and fell to my knees. My hand was shaking bad when I looked at it. My knuckles were cut up and red from the hit. The pain was intense and it made tears come down my face. I gritted my teeth in pain and started for my walk home. This time I was thankful that daddy wasn’t home yet. I put an ice pack on my hand, but I got nervous when I heard the door close. I tensed when my dad saw the ice pack in my hand.
            “What happened?” He asked me concern.
            “It’s nothing I just hurt my hand. Just banged it against something.” I answered quickly and hid the wound from him.
            “Let me see.” He instead. I put the ice pack away and started to walk away from him. He grabbed my hand and I tried to get away from him. “Stop it Khristen.” He said in that deep voice that made me scared. He looked over my hand and then looked at me again with dark eyes. “What happened? Your knuckles are cut up. Did you get in a fight?” He demanded.
            “No daddy. I just went into the woods and punched a tree like an idiot.” I said to him, slightly nervous.
            “Is something going on at school that I need to know about?” He asked me darkly again.
            “No nothing’s going on.” I lied to him in a normal voice. He looked back at my fingers and moved them around, checking to see if they were broken. He seemed satisfied with the condition of my hand. He gently, but firmly lead me into the living room. He pushed me down onto the couch and I looked at him puzzled. He gave me curious look and then started to kiss my hand. At first I became embarrassed thinking he might be doing something childish, but when he looked up at me again I knew he was serious about something. He started to gently kiss my cut up knuckles. When he was done with my hand he came on top of me and started to kiss me hungrily. As he kissed me we both undid our winter coats and got rid of our winter wear onto the floor.
            One of his hands held my neck as he kissed me while the other hand squeezed my breast. His tongue ran through my mouth making me let out a small moan. He shifted again so that he was on top of me more and he held my neck firmly as he continued to kiss my face. He grunted into my ear as he roughly unbuttoned my jeans and shoved his hand down my pants. I gasped and groaned into his neck. He thrusted a finger into me and I clutched at him as he started to thrust. He pushed me down so that I was laying down onto the couch and his free hand went under my shirt and felt my breasts. My knees buckled when he thrusted another finger into me and I clutched the couch and withered beneath him.
He quickly pulled my shirt and bra to kiss my breasts. I gently ran his fingers through his hair as he worked on me breathing hard. I remained still when he quickly shoved my pants down and thrusted his fingers at a faster pace and let out a deep growl. His free hand went around my neck and gripped my hair as he kissed me again. I got nervous, but I went and rubbed his privates and he responded instantly by grunting in my ear and shoving his fingers hard into me. I cried out at the sudden movement and clutched him desperately as I orgasimed for him. He breathed heavily in my ear, which he gently kissed.
            “You know I love you right?” He said finally in his normal voice. I responded by giving him a deep kiss as a thank you.
           This chapter is told from Khristen's POV and I do not own A Nightmare on Elm Street or Freddy Kruger...darn it.
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