One Way Or Another, I’m Going To Find You…

She Was Meant To Be Mine

He didn’t deserve such an angel

Aaron asked me to go to the cabin with him and Gemma. He told me I could bring a girl, but the only girl I wanted was his.

Gemma is an angel from heaven, so beautiful with her mocha skin and thick curls. She has the face of an angel, her smile brightens up the stormiest days.

I need her to be mine. I deserve a woman like her. He has always had life handed to him on a gold platter. Never had to work for anything, a free ride to college, paid for by his wealthy grandfather.

I’ll never understand how some people are so blessed, while others are so cursed. I had to work to pay my way through community college while living in a sleeping room and riding a bike.

And now he has Gemma. If I had her, I know my life would be perfect.

We arrived at dusk, stopping to get supplies on the way. It was a little chilly, so we cut some firewood as Gemma cooked dinner. I watched her work around the kitchen as I built a fire.

She looked so damn hot in her tight blue jeans and baby blue top. Her top flowed off her breasts, swaying loosely across her taut tummy as she moved. My cock twitched as she bent over to get a pan from the bottom cabinet. Her jeans stretched across her gorgeous ass.

Aaron opened the cabinet, pulling out plates to set the table, stopping to steal a kiss. My stomach turned as he claimed her pouty lips, and she returned his affections.

I need to think of a way to get rid of Aaron, so I can make her mine. I wonder if the old well is still covered in rickety old boards?

Aaron opened a bottle of wine with dinner. I had to pop the cork on another, as we drank too much. Volunteering to help Gemma clean up after dinner to be closer to her. Sucking up as much of her essence as possible.

After dinner, she turned on some music, they snuggled on the couch. I sat by the fire, trying not to watch them, but the more they snuggled, the angrier I was. Aaron took her hand, drawing her to her feet, bringing her to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against him as they danced. She melted lovenly into his arms.

I couldn’t stand to watch them anymore, wishing she was mine and not his. Grabbing a flashlight, I walked through the woods to the old well.

It was as I remembered, flimsy old boards covered its entrance. I shined my flashlight down the old well. Rocks and dirt crumbled over the edge as I stepped too close and gazed down the dark hole.

This will work out great. I’ll push Aaron in, it’s so deep he will never get out. Then I’ll make Gemma mine.

When I returned to the cabin, they were in the bedroom. I could hear low moans as they made love. I took my whiskey out of my backpack and took a big swig, feeling it burn as it flowed down my gullet.

Sneaking up to the bedroom door, I looked through the big crack, where one of the wood panels had broken and fallen off years ago. The moonlight shone on her body, her breasts bouncing in the light, she moaned as she rode his cock.

Rage exploded through me like a bomb. I wanted to bust through the door, and beat the hell out of his privileged ass. Gritting my teeth, I went to the bathroom and pulled my sharp knife out of my pocket.

I slid the knife across my arm. I watched as the blood ran down my bicep, taking the edge off my rage. The dark red blood dripped off onto the white vinyl flooring as I finished my whiskey.

Once I was calm again. I secured a band-aid across the deep cut, and cleaned up the blood on the floor. I peeked into the crack in the bedroom door, Aaron cradled her in his arms as they slept.

Cherish her now, buddy. This will be your last night with her

Going to bed, tossing and turning all night, I woke to the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes.

“I made breakfast, have a seat,” said Gemma.

Sitting down, Aaron sat across from me, shoveling food in his mouth and chewing so loud. I hated to hear him eat, It made my stomach turn. She put a plate of pancakes and sausage in front of me with a cup of coffee.

“So, what do we have planned for the day?” I asked.

“I thought we would take Gemma on a hike, show her the trails,” said Aaron.

“I’m going to pack us a picnic lunch,” said Gemma.

Our backpacks packed, we took off up the north trails. We hiked a long way, before we stopped at a small clearing for a late lunch.

Aaron found some wild mushrooms and picked them to cook for dinner, giving Gemma and me time to talk. It made me so happy and content to sit there and talk to her until he came and ruined it.

“It’s starting to get dark. We need to head back to the cabin,” said Aaron.

When we came close to the old well, I walked to it, calling for him to see what I found.

“What did you find?” said Aaron.

“It sounds like an animal has fallen into the old well,”

I stood close to the well, shining my light. He crouched next to the well, peering inside.

“I don’t see…” he mumbled.

Kicking him in the back, he fell across the boards. He was screaming for help as he grabbed the edge of a board. I stomped on his fingers, sending him down the deep dark hole. I heard a thud as he hit bottom. I turned around to yell for Gemma.

She was already standing behind me. Dropping to the ground, she yelled for Aaron. The dirt and rocks slid into the hole as she leaned over it. I grabbed her, pulling her to safety.

She grabbed her cellphone to call 911.

“No cell service out here,”

I threw my arms around her and pulled her close. Clinging to me, she cried. Tears were flooding down her cheeks.

“We need to get help!”

“It’s a long way down that well. I don’t think anyone could survive that fall, honey. I can take care of you. You belong with me. You’ve always belonged to me,” I whispered as I kissed her neck.

Shoving me away, a look of utter shock and dismay crossed her face.

“You pushed him in. You’re fucking crazy, Lance. I’ll never be with you… Ever!” she screamed as she ran from me.

I chased her through the woods, almost catching her several times, chanting,

“One way or another, I will find you and make you mine,”

Reaching my truck, she jerked on the handles, trying to get in. I took the keys from my pocket, and dangled them in the air…

“I think you need the keys, darling,” I hollered.

She dashed for the cabin door, with me right behind her. I held her against the front door. She screamed and struggled against me, spitting in my face. I slammed her head hard against the door.

“Calm down. You know you were always meant to be mine. Let me love you, Gemma,”

She brought her knee up, slamming me in the balls. I doubled over in pain, dropping to the ground. Sweat ran down my face, and nausea enveloped me. She ran off into the darkness.

Once I could stand up and walk, I got in my truck, knowing she would make her way to the gas station 5 miles away. I screamed after her,

“One way or another, I will find you and make you mine,”

“Or I’ll put you in the deep dark hole with Aaron!”

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