THE FIRE WITHIN
Chapter Seven
The next day, Christa woke up.
She felt pretty good. She saw Tommy and wondered whatever happened to
Amsterdam.
She got out of bed.
"Where you going,
Christa?" Tommy had felt her get up.
"Downstairs. I thought I
would go find Amsterdam and see where he is." She was curious.
"He's with Jenny,"
Tommy said.
"How do you know?"
Christa wondered what he knew that he wasn’t telling her.
"I don't. I just figured he
was with her, is all." Tommy played dumb.
"Well, I am going to go find
him." She walked outside, closing the door, and went to Jenny's room. It
was empty.
She looked almost everywhere,
except in Bill's room.
When she walked upstairs, she
could hear a couple having sex.
She peeked through the door, and
inside were Amsterdam and Jenny. She started to cry and slammed the door.
Amsterdam and Jenny heard. He got
off of her and went outside to see who it was. He saw Christa running down the
hallway. He felt bad doing that to her, but he had to. He didn't want her
killed. He loved her too damned much.
He went back to Jenny and
finished her off so he wouldn't have to suffer the pain of not coming. He felt
good coming inside Jenny, but he wanted Christa. He fell asleep, angry with
himself.
*****
Christa went to Tommy, crying.
"Christa, what's
wrong?" he asked.
"Amsterdam…he slept with
Jenny." She couldn’t believe he would do that to her.
"Come here. Let me hold
you," Tommy told her.
She went into his arms for
support. He held her against him. She smelled good.
He started to kiss her, and she
kissed him back.
She looked at him and combed his
hair with her fingers. She looked at him, realizing what she should have done
many years ago.
He closed his eyes as she started
to take off his shirt, kissing him. He enjoyed her kisses.
She didn't know how long he had
waited for this. He felt like he was taking advantage of her, but he couldn't
help himself.
His temperature began to rise,
and so did his manhood. Christa lay him back, taking off her clothes and discarding
them on the floor. She looked down at him. He was absolutely flawless. His
chest was soft and manly. She grabbed the buttons of his pants, unbuttoned them
gently, and felt his manhood already waiting for her touch. She eased his pants
off his legs, sat on top of him, looked into his eyes, and knew that this was
what he had always wanted.
She leaned forward to kiss his
lips. When she put him inside her, his face showed utter bliss. She slowly went
up and down on him. He reached out and grabbed her hips, deepening the
penetration. He had never felt so good in his entire life. She was good. He
wondered how she had learned to satisfy a man. He closed his eyes and enjoyed
her. He heard her breathing increase.
"Tommy," she moaned
from time to time.
He looked up at her. She was
beautiful. He remembered how many nights he had wished this would happen when
they were growing up.
He opened his eyes and felt her
womanhood clasp him. It felt good. He released himself into her.
She collapsed onto him, and he
held her.
"Tommy, I am sorry. I didn't
mean to do this to you." She felt guilty for taking advantage of him.
"It's all right. You can use
me anytime you like." Tommy was in eternal bliss.
"Did you enjoy it?" she
asked.
"Yes, I did, Christa. I
enjoyed it more than anything in my life." He looked up at her. She was
beautiful.
"Good. I wanted to be good
for you. I just wish you had been my first." She closed her eyes and
drifted off to sleep. They slept together in peace.
*****
Amsterdam went inside the room
and saw that they had done it. He felt like killing Tommy for touching her, but
they had an agreement. He quietly closed the door and disappeared into the
darkness.
*****
Tommy and Christa woke up and
went downstairs. Everything was exactly as it had always been.
Christa smiled. She had never
felt so close to Tommy as she did today. She held his hand.
"I will go get something for
you. Okay?" He was such a gentleman.
"Okay, Tommy." She let
his hand go.
He went to get her something to
eat.
*****
After they ate, they sat there
for a few minutes. Christa looked at a couple and just stared as they made love
in front of her. She started to get the urge again.
Tommy had no idea what she was
looking at.
She stared at him.
He stared back at her.
"What?" He wondered
what was going on in her mind.
"Nothing." She got up
off her seat and sat in his lap, facing him. "Thanks for breakfast."
She kissed his lips.
"No problem. I love you,
Christa." He held her close to him.
"I love you, too, Tommy.
Touch me." She grabbed his hand.
"Here? In front of
everybody?" He was surprised at her.
"Why not? They don’t seem to
care." Christa didn’t care, either, at this point.
"You sure?" He wanted
to know for sure.
"Yes." She looked into
his beautiful green eyes.
He lowered her dress and put his
mouth on her nipple, sucking the tiny nub. She leaned back and held his head to
her.
"Oh, Tommy," she
moaned.
She unbuttoned his pants and put
him inside her. He filled her.
He slowly thrust into her, making
her out of control.
She opened her eyes and saw
Amsterdam staring at her.
She moaned louder, showing him
she was completely over him.
Tommy thrust hard inside her,
making her go wild.
He felt her convulse, and he let
his stream into her yet again.
She felt him come and got off,
then leaned down and kissed his manhood, licking the residue of their union.
Amsterdam saw and turned away,
hurt.
Tommy sat there, unbelievably in
bliss. This was the second time. He felt like he was in heaven.
Christa looked up at Tommy. His
face was flushed.
She smiled at him, putting her
head in his lap. He patted her head and buttoned up his pants.
"Christa?" He looked
down at her. She was unbelievable.
"Yes?" She felt bad
seeing Amsterdam’s reaction.
"Come on. Get up." He
grabbed her by the hand.
She stood up.
He took her by the waist and
kissed her right on the lips.
She felt good and bad at the same
time. She had betrayed her heart. She loved Tommy, but not as much as she loved
Amsterdam. When she had seen him staring at her, she had felt like everything
had shattered.
"Tommy, I am going to go for
a walk." She needed to think.
"Want me to come
along?" He knew something was wrong, but didn’t question it.
"No. It’s okay." She
smiled at him.
"All right. See you tonight,
then." He kissed her and let her go.
*****
She went to look for Amsterdam.
When she found him, he just stood there, staring at her.
"Amsterdam, can I speak with
you?" She walked up to him.
"Yeah, sure." He
couldn’t quite look her in the eye.
"I just wanna say that I am
sorry. You weren’t meant to see that." She felt guilty.
"You are free to do whatever
you want, Christa." He looked at her, wanting her in his arms.
"For what it’s worth, just
remember this. You will always have a place in my heart." She knew it was
over and she wanted him to remember the good times.
He didn’t really look at her, but
he heard her.
"It’s all right. I
understand why you did it." He truly did understand.
"I don’t think you do. You
see, I love him as a friend, but what you and I have is different. It’s true
love, Amsterdam, don’t you see?" She got closer to him and stared into
those blue eyes.
"I hear you, Christa."
He loved her, too.
"You know, all I ever wanted
was love. When I found you and Jenny in bed, you broke my heart," she said
out of frustration.
"I know, and I am sorry you
had to find out like that." He had to act cold if he was going to get rid
of her.
"Dammit, Amsterdam! I know
you care about me. I know you love me. Why won’t you just admit it and stop playing
games?" she yelled.
He looked up, unable to tell her
how he felt.
"Fuck, Christa. Why won’t
you just go?" he yelled.
"’Cause I can’t. I love you.
Don’t you see?" She started to cry.
"Christa, just leave me
alone. I only had sex with you to relieve myself. You offered it so willingly,
I took the bait for my own satisfaction." He hated saying it, but he had
to.
"You’re lying. I don’t
believe that, not after the way you made love to me." She wouldn’t give
him up without a fight.
He got his knife, angry with her,
and held it against her throat.
"Go on. Kill me. Kill
everything we ever had together." She dared him to do it.
He took the knife, stabbed the
post above her head, and took her lips in a savage kiss.
She pushed him back, not letting
him kiss her. She proceeded to walk to the door, but he took her over his
shoulder, kicking and punching him.
He took her into a closed area,
someplace he had found where he could be alone.
He threw her down on the mattress
and held her hands above her head.
"Let me go," she
demanded.
"No," he teased.
"Let me go, or I will
scream." She wasn’t bluffing.
"You scream anyway you
like," he dared her.
"You wouldn’t dare."
She wondered if he would take advantage of her.
"Wouldn’t I?" He looked
at her, mad with frustration and anger.
She looked into his eyes, seeing
that he wasn’t lying. She slapped him hard on the face, trying to get away.
He grabbed her shoulders and
threw her back down.
"I told you it wouldn’t be
that easy." He kissed her lips, and she bit him until he bled.
He had a high tolerance for pain.
He continued to kiss down her neck.
She had never felt such a need
for a man but him. He was like the air that she needed to breathe.
He continued to kiss her, and she
closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. He looked up and smiled, because she had
stopped resisting.
"Christa?" he asked in
a soft tone.
"Hmm?" She closed her
eyes.
"I love you with all my
heart." He meant every word.
She looked up at him, unable to
believe he had finally admitted it.
The blood ran down his lip. She
took a handkerchief out of her pocket and held it to his lip.
"I am so sorry I bit
you." She held it to his lip.
"Don’t be. It’s
nothing." He couldn’t even feel the pain anymore.
She closed her eyes, wanting him
to stay there with her.
"Christa, open your
eyes." He looked at her, touching her face.
She opened them, and he was still
there. She wasn’t dreaming.
"Tommy and I made an
agreement, Christa. It was a set-up." He started to tell her the truth.
"What?" She wondered
what he was talking about.
"You were meant to see Jenny
and I," he confessed.
"But why?" She looked
at him, confused.
"Because if Bill finds out
you’re pregnant with my child, he will kill you." He looked at her
reaction.
She began to think about it, and
he could be right. She was having the enemy’s baby.
"Amsterdam, I am sorry for
the havoc I caused." Ever since she had gotten there, it had been one
thing after another.
"You’re sorry? I should be
the one to say that." He took her hand.
She rubbed her belly. He looked
at her and touched it.
"I promise, Christa, that
when this is all over, we are getting out of here, someway, somehow." He
put his head down.
She put her hands on his face and
kissed him.
Before she left, she stole
another kiss to remember the taste of him.
He watched her go, feeling alone.
*****
She smiled, walking down the
alley. She looked ragged and in deep need of rest.
"Hello, girlie." A man
walked up to her.
"What do you want?" She
didn’t know this stranger.
"Just what everyone else is
getting. I saw you and that Irishman in the bar. You’re pretty good. I could
make a fortune selling you." He was dirty and ugly-looking.
"How dare you? I am not for
sale. Besides, I am with child," she said proudly.
"The Irishman’s?" he
asked.
"Who else?" She couldn’t
say whose it was. She didn’t want anyone to know.
"You little cunt. I will
take care of that." He knew a doctor who would dispose of such things.
"You will not hurt my
baby." She protected her stomach.
He grabbed hold of her.
"Let me go!" She
struggled, trying to get away.
She screamed loudly, crying out
for help.
A shot was fired.
The man dropped at her feet,
dead.
"Are you okay, my
dear?" someone said from the darkness.
She looked into the shadows, and
her nemesis appeared.
"Bill?" She looked at
him, unable to believe he was the one who had saved her.
"Yes, it is I," he said
bravely.
"But why would you save
me?" She had no idea why he would do such a thing.
"The same reason your mother
told me once." He remembered his sister well. "Cutting blood always
wins." He remembered that when they were children, she used to say that.
Christa found herself unable to
look away. He was the last person she had expected to save her.