Tattooed Soul

Tattooed Soul

By

Kera Lynn

The Next Chapter Publishing

P.O. Box 765252 Dallas, TX 75376

This book is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are
the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely
coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by Kera Lynn

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced,
scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic format without permission.

First published by The Next Chapter
Publishing February 2014.

www.thenextchapterpublishing.com

 ISBN: 978-1-941398-00-5

Table of
Contents

Chapter
One

Chapter
Two

Chapter
Three

Chapter
Four

Marcus

As the morning sun
hit my face, I felt her breath on me. She wrapped herself around me in a loving
embrace, and I found myself unwilling to let go or move. I dared not open my
eyes. Slowly her hand wound down the side of my body until it reached the top
of my jeans. She tugged on the side as if willing it to go further down. Still,
I did not move. I prepared myself for what was to come. I heard the zipper move
before I could even let out the breath I had been holding.

Her warm hand snaked its way into my
pants to find my hardening cock. Gently at first, fingers intertwined with the
folds, causing my penis to lengthen to its fullest. Her hand continued to move
with ever increasing speed. The teeth from the zipper rubbed on the shaft,
causing me to flinch, but I still tried to remain motionless. The pain and the pleasure
continued to build, and a throaty moan escaped my lips.

With my eyes shut tightly, the blackness
was suddenly awash with color as my orgasm consumed me. I had painted this
picture in my mind, and opening my eyes would disrupt its fragile state. I
lingered for a bit in my state of euphoria, feeling her hand once again leave
my pants and smooth out over my stomach.

“Rebecca, is it time to get up now?” I
asked. At last, I raised my eyes for my answer, only to find her leaning out
her bedroom window.

Just as she did every morning, my beauty
greeted the day with a deep breath and a smile. Her hair cascaded over her
shoulder and caught the light of the sun.

I reached out to touch her skin and feel
her warmth, but I was stopped by the sound of an approaching car. I had stayed
too long.

Quickly I gathered my belongings, making
sure to leave no signs of my being there. Rebecca continued to watch the rising
sun as I quietly made my exit. I had my mat, my blanket, my cardboard, and the
remains of last night’s dinner. I smoothed out the grass and leaves to ensure
there was no trace of my stay. I had spent many nights below her window, and as
of yet, no one had been aware of my presence.  Sometimes I felt as if she
knew I was here, but she had never acknowledged it.  Was I a stalker?
Perhaps so.  The need to watch over her and protect her just felt right,
and in my life, I needed to hold close things that felt right.  So many
things made me feel like shit.

Before I could get too far, I glanced
once more at my angel, who was now returning to her world. She didn’t see me.
No one ever saw me but for a fleeting moment in the dawn of each day, Rebecca
Hunter and I shared a brief moment together. Of course she was unaware of my
presence, but this intersection of our worlds was the only thing keeping me
alive.

I had lived in Ryder for about two years,
after moving in with a foster family. I was a senior at Ryder High School, but
I would venture to say that no one even knew I went to school there. I attended
classes, I did my work, but I spoke to no one. I had cut myself off from
everyone, and that was the way I liked it. The further away people stayed, the
less likely anyone would know the truth about me.

Even the way I looked sent people the
message to leave me the fuck alone. I had long, unkempt hair, which I used to
hide my face. I wore a dark jacket and a cap whenever possible. Though it was
against the school’s rules, most of the teachers would not even approach me to
ask me to take it off.

On the rare occasion that someone
reminded me of the 'rules,' I would simply lower my head and leave. This might
have seemed to be an odd reaction, and one that could have caused people to
think I was weak. However, the few people that had made that mistake would not
be doing so again.

When I first arrived in Ryder, a fucking
dick named Todd tried to get me to fall in line. It was my fucking hat that
drew his attention. He saw my armor as a weakness and attempted to make an
example of me.

I tried to walk away. I tried to keep my
anger intact. But he just had to keep pushing and taunting. Yelling and
laughing. Circling and goading. I knew he must be dealt with, but I was not
stupid. I was, however, lethal. I took his bullying in front of the crowd, and
I let the darkness of my anger fester and fuel my resolve. 

That day, I followed him home, staying
far behind as he walked with that Kelly bitch. I could still hear his hate-filled
words, but knew this was not something that I could handle at school. That
would only bring unwanted attention in my direction, and as it stood, I was
pretty pissed that this ass had made others notice me with his ranting.

I watched as Todd told Kelly to suck him
off in the backyard of his house. She asked him why they couldn’t ever go into
his house, but he dismissed her question by saying that she was taking too
long.

“Fuck it, Kelly, if you’re not
interested, I can always ask someone else to follow me home. Either suck it or
get the fuck out.”

I stared at him from the trees, and
silently seethed that this bastard had the audacity to tell me about the rules.
As Kelly got to her knees on the wet grass, he seemed unaffected by the fact
that her pants were becoming drenched.  For a man so intent on following
the ‘rules’, he seemed fine with making new ones to suit his dickwad
personality. The scene only fueled my commitment to do what I came to do. 

Like most fucking bullies, Todd had a
hard time getting off and had to be rough and forceful with the slut on his
dick. He tried a multitude of different techniques to get her to finish him
off, but all failed.

Finally, he pushed her off and yelled,
“You are the worst cocksucker in Ryder; I don’t know why I even put up with
you. Get your shit and get the fuck out.”

She was crying by this time, and I knew
that the problem wasn’t her mouth, but his limp dick.

“I thought you said you were going to
take me home. I missed the bus to come over here,” Kelly replied as she
gathered up her belongings.

“
Yeah
? I said I would take you
home once you got me off. Does it look like that happened? When you get better
at sucking dick, I will think about driving your ass home.” With that, he
turned to go into his garage, leaving her to walk home alone.

She scrambled down the driveway and would
have seen me if she wasn’t so wrapped up in her own pity party. I didn’t feel
sorry for those bitches. They reap what they sow. She came over to get fucked,
and get fucked up she did.

Finally, my time had come.

Todd was going to come face to face with
my wrath and understand that Marcus Roberts was not a dumb piece of shit to
push around.

Slowly, I made my way to the garage area,
stopping only once to grab a shovel lying next to the house. I silently stood
in the doorway, watching him work on his piece of shit car that probably didn’t
run anyway. After about five minutes, he glanced in my direction and jumped
back with a terrified expression.

“God damn it, dude! You scared the shit
out of me! What the
fuck
are you doing here? Did you not get enough at
school? You want me to show you how to take that fucking hat off?” He took
three long strides toward me with an object in his hands.

It looked as if he meant to hit me with
it, but I most certainly had different plans. Without saying a word, I pulled
the shovel from behind my back and swung it toward his knees.

He immediately fell to the concrete and
looked at me with terror written all over his face. Without hesitation, I
walked over to him, held the shovel over my head and dropped it down five times
on his crotch. The air left his lungs with a loud whoosh, and he doubled over
in a fetal position at my feet.

I grabbed him by the hair to pull him to
my face. “Don’t ever talk to me again. Leave me alone, or the next time the
shovel will be aimed at your head.” I threw him down, and started to leave, but
turned abruptly to finish what I had started. “If you tell anyone about this, I
will come back and destroy you. The only thing you may tell people is to
leave
me the fuck alone
!”

I threw the shovel at him, hitting him
square in the face. I left before I could watch him pass out. After that, no
one bothered me at Ryder High. I became the dark figure who drifted through the
crowds.

My lack of visibility did not, however,
keep me from watching and listening to all the crap going on in high school.
When you weren’t wrapped up in fucking running your mouth and spreading rumors
and shit, you could actually learn a lot about the people around you.

For instance, I learned that little Miss Popular,
Heather Conalley, liked to puke her lunch up in the bathroom.

I learned that Mike Athens had the blue
balls for Emily Peterson, who actually liked Max Granger. Max Granger was as
gay as they come, and jacked off to a picture of Mike Athens in the locker room
when he thought no one was around.

See what you missed when you're all up in
the mix?  I was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I saw and heard
things that most people didn’t, because everyone forgot that I was around. The
problem was I didn’t give a rat’s ass for any of these people. If they were to
fall off the face of the planet tomorrow, I would hardly notice.

There was only one thing in this whole
world that I got up for every single miserable day, and that thing just walked
into my History class and sat down next to me. I swore that every time Rebecca
came in the room she absolutely filled my senses. I could smell her sweet
lavender and vanilla scent. I could hear her beautiful laugh and feel the small
vibrations that her feet made as she sat down next to me.

The one thing, the
only
thing, I
never did while she was sitting so close, was look at her. I knew what I was. I
knew what I looked like, and it would ruin this delicate fabric of the picture
I had painted if I exposed myself to her.

I knew that she at least looked in my
direction from time to time, but I was sure it was purely out of pity or hatred
that she had to sit next to me, the invisible freak. This was only what I
thought she was thinking because I had never heard her complain. In all of my
eavesdropping and watching the haves and the have nots mill around the school,
I had never heard Rebecca say one rude comment about me.

In fact, the only time she ever even
acknowledged my existence was to defend me to a group of girls in gym.

I was sitting behind the bleachers, and
she was trying to play some type of dodge ball and failing miserably. One of
the girls, I believe it was Kelly the Cock-sucking Slut, told Rebecca to
“Imagine that the ball is Marcus Roberts’ head. Of course if it doesn’t have a
dirty mop on it. Then throw it as hard as you can at Todd’s ass. Marcus will
have to kiss Todd's ass again.”

With that, the entire girls’ team erupted
in laughter, except of course for my angel, who walked over to Kelly and put
her hand on her shoulder and said, “Well, if anyone knows about kissing Todd's
ass, it would be you, Kelly, so I'll give you the honor.” She then proceeded to
throw the ball at Kelly’s head.

 As Rebecca was walking out of the
gym doors, I heard her yell, “Stop picking on people who can’t defend
themselves.” I was taken aback at her words. Did she really think I couldn’t
defend myself? And did she just stick up for me, the outcast?

It was my new goal in life to learn
everything I could about Rebecca Hunter.

So that was how I had spent my every
morning and every evening. I hadn't slept in my own bed for almost two years. I
spent each night sleeping under Rebecca's window. I have watched out for her,
pretending that I was a small part of her life.

My sun rose and fell with Rebecca Hunter,
and I would not change a thing. I would rather spend every night on the cold
forest floor looking at her window than to not be a part of her life in some
small way.  It was our time together, even if she was completely unaware
of my presence.