Broken Carousel Chapter 12

Chapter 12 – Dreams Dreams Go Away But Don’t Come Back Another Day 

Lynn returned from the bathroom holding what appeared to be a towel in her hand that was clamped down on her nose. I could now see that the towel was turning from its normal color of white to a sickly shade of pink.  

Why was she bleeding? And seriously, why was I on the floor?

I was confused, the last thing I remember really was falling asleep and then….OH!

Read More

Broken Carousel Chapter 10

Chapter 10 – Memories going around and around…

Drifting off to sleep was the easy.  However, the dreams were merciless; his ruthless eyes were always staring at me. I was left there helpless, as all I could do is watch it all happen to me, again and again to myself over and over unable helpless to fight back. The images continued to dance in my head through the night.  It was if I watching the scene from afar, I couldn’t get close enough to the ‘me’ inside the dream. I hated this visual out of body reenactment, each time it replayed the more horrific it felt to lay there and not be able to resist him or fight the evil that took control of him and unleashed itself on me.

I tried to scream, punch, claw, and gouge out his eyes, but it was if my hands were unable to avoid his advances and my attempts just went through him as if he was an evil specter  and my voice was useless because the feeble attempts to raise alarms were  drowned out by his growls and panting. 

As the sadistic smiled curled upon his lips distorting them to an evil snare, the words:

“You’ll always be my bitch” slipped through them.

I continued to fight against my restraints the outside world was useless to me now, fear gripped and ravaged me. It began to drown out my senses, and to cause my vision to blur. I couldn’t even hear the music? The music of the one thing that could bring me back to reality.  Suddenly just the thought of that one object I regained a purpose, however small it was I knew It was to get out of these binding and get as far away from here as I could.  My only purpose was to get out of those bindings and get away from him and this torture chamber. 

My dreamself kept trying to fight and unleash the bindings as his hands repeatedly came crashing down on her cheek and forced himself into her mouth.  I screamed for her…for him to stop doing this to me. 

Biting down on him would mean death for me so I knew I had to fight that urge off as fast as it came.  It didn’t mean I couldn’t fit though and fit I did.   

“Fuck this; I am a prisoner in a cell with no walls. Why am I the one who takes the fall?”

Read More

Broken Carousel Chapter 9

A/N: Hey everyone, here is the next chapter of Broken Carousel...I hope you like it! Remember I post this story almost every single day except on sat and sun.  The chapters are small so it doesn't take a lot of time to read it.  Thanks to those who have read and are leaving me comments.  Also thanks to Midas for helping me out with these last few chapters.  hehe.  ;) 

Chapter 9 ~ It’s Not A Race If You Take Too Many Pit Stops

The rental car was speeding away in the dark hours of the night… We had been driving for hours now and Kylie was already asleep in the passenger seat.  I was beginning to drift into a daze that’s when I realized it was time for us to find a hotel and call it a night.

It wasn’t the Hilton but it was decent enough for us to rest there for the night. The only person around was the desk clerk and he was nice enough to see us to the room and help us with what little belongings we had to bring in with us for the night.

We didn’t say much after we got changed and sat in our beds..  it was only ten minutes before she nodded off. Sitting on my bed with my legs all stretched out,  I was left thinking about the details from her story and what she had left out. I also was looking forward to what remained of our long trek to California. I was excited to travel to our new place and get out new life started.  I also had planned on making a few pit stops along the way….

I don’t remember falling asleep but something woke me from my slumber and I heard and saw through the light was loud screams of the word NO over and over.  Turning on the light next to my bed, what I saw scared me even more than I thought it could have.  Kylie was still on her bed luckily, bawled up in the fetal position crying in her sleep.  She wasn’t even awake yet.  Slowly I got off my bed to try and wake her up to calm her down, but instead of waking her up I got kicked in the face. 

                 

“DAMN IT KYLIE!” 

Read More

Broken Carousel Chapter 8

A/N: Hey everyone, sorry about the wait for this chapter.  I had a huge final yesterday and didn’t really have the time to study and write.  But this week I have off so its time to write.  I hope you like this chapter it’s a bit longer but not by much.  I’ve been asked to let you all in on Kylie's and Edwards past, well that is coming soon.  But only in pieces… you will get to know exactly what all happened to Kylie with Edward and James.  So lets see what happens today.  A huge thanks goes out to Midas again for helping me write this one and editing.  Thanks to all you readers and the ones leaving me comments thanks so much.  

Chapter 8 ~Blowing this Popsicle Stand.

"Kylie your silence is killing me...time to spill what you are thinking. I can see it in your face. WTF happened back there?

“I’m okay, just got a little mixed up with James.. Edward fixed everything. I’ll be alright… I promise!”

The truth was the moment she said, “I’m okay” she revealed the hidden undertones of her reality and emotions. They came rushing out as if a flood gate was released from her mouth. I knew her to well not to know she was attempting to hide it from me in a cloud of simplicity laced with deceit and deception..

“He had me bound to a wall in his basement filled playroom, a room that I had willingly come to before. I had trusted him with my life.  After while he began to break that trust by keeping me there longer than I anticipated . I had been down here for over a three weeks,  I began to lose track of time because he didn’t keep a clock in his playroom.

He barely brought me food or water, making me feel very weak, which I think it was one of his newer fetishes…

He had always told me in the past that he cherished me, but something changed within him, something changed in his eyes this time and it wasn’t going as great as it usually had in the past. On the last night he walked away and didn’t return for the night.

I eventually had enough of the playroom and decided it was time to leave.. That is when I called Edward.”

Bits and pieces of the fragmented truth came out in her filtered fable. Deep down inside I knew there was more to what she said. The details that were spoken during our drive was only a simple outline and many details were left out or filled  with “her” version of what happened.  Call it a woman’s intuition, instinct, or inspired from dumb luck. But I knew I could not speak a word about knowing there was more to this… Because for her, this was the only way she could remain mentally stable and refrain from drifting off into the rift between insanity and serenity without her world crashing down around her.


At that point she had enough of recalling the unpleasant memories so we decided it was time to grab a bite to eat and go find a place to sleep for the night, before we headed the rest of the way to California and our new life’s.

Read More

Broken Carousel Chapter 7

A/N: Hey everyone. Thanks to all you readers out there. It means the world to me to have you all reading my little story. Okay this chapter is a bit different I had some help with this one. I hope you like it. Midas (my beta) helped me out!

You know the drill, I don't own the Twilight saga characters, I do however own Kylie and Lynn :) So no stealing them or this plot and yes I said stealing b/c that's what it is.

Chapter 7 ~ Frost Bitten Popsicles

Spread the word... That is what the voice in my head tells me to avoid doing.. Repeatedly, it says keep it quiet, frozen images in a blacked out night. This isn't right what happened to me, what could it be that brought on this evil? It is so sinister… It couldn't have happened to me???  Am I to believe that monster was really him?

That wasn't the James I knew, he couldn't have done that to me? My James wouldn't have done that to me!

 Something inside him blew...what am I to do?

Keep it all so very quiet, it is a just a minor hiccup, and just a minor accidental fall. Filter and hush the memories that fill my head. I'll survive the haunting images, all the doubt without the ridicule and shame... I'm the one to blame!

I can tame this horrible story and void it with another broken story.

Maybe this beast in my head can be tamed to the ferocity of a kitten by putting on the kid mittens. Thus it will purify this atrocity to a minor diluted migraine.

Oh shit she has spoken to me…

God why can't the silence remain? Time to securely unleash this beast...

"Kylie your silence is killing me...time to spill what you are thinking. I can see it in your face.

Let me know what you think. Next chapter posted soon...

Read More

Broken Carousel Chapter 6

Chapter 6 ~ Explaining


“Lynn I swear I couldn’t get away, he had me chained to the wall in the playroom.  Something happened and he snapped. When I looked into his eyes, it wasn’t him that I saw. It was as if a monster had taken over my James.  It took awhile but  I got away and ran for it. My only option was to call Edward on the way and have him pick me up.  But James hadn’t fed me and I passed out.  After that all I remember is waking up in the hospital”

I knew I had to shorten what had actually happened. If I had told her the whole story, I really don’t think Lynn could have handle all the details, not to mention look at me the same way…

Read More

Broken Carousel Chapter 5

A/N: Hey everyone, I’m really sorry I didn’t post on Friday afternoon but it was my birthday and yeah I went out. So to show you how much I love all of you, here is an extra chapter just for you. I will be posting chapter 6 shortly. Thanks so much for reading…

Chapter 5 ~ In Route

Kylie wanted me to come get her from Edward ‘s place, take her back to our place and pack her stuff up and leave. But where would we go if we left. I had no clue what she had planned in her mind and she wouldn’t tell me. At least not until I went and picked her up. I’m not saying I wouldn’t go with her, she’s my best friend and I will probably go. It’s not like I really didn’t have any roots here anyway.

A new place might do me some good and it isn’t like I had my heart set on this place anyway

I could tell she was upset, so I was trying to meet up with her as fast as I could. Our apartment was an hour away from Edward’s place. Fortunately, with a little bit of luck and a lot of speed, I managed to make the drive in thirty minutes flat.

I knew one thing, I didn’t want to see the bastard. He had hurt Kylie too much, I couldn‘t stand the thought of seeing him. So when I pulled into his place after being let in at the gate, I honked the horn and waited. She opened the door and of course she was followed by him. I gave him the evilest face I could muster up on such short notice and looked away from him. One word is all it would take for me to jump out of this car and kick his ass and he knew it. He knew I hated him for hurting Kylie all those years ago, but this time he somehow managed to help her out. So I couldn’t hate him to much right now.

As soon as she got in the car, he walked back into the house. Taking one last look back at her and to wave good bye. I have no clue how she could still care for him like she does, but that’s none of my business. My mind was racing and I decided to wait until we reached the highway, because I couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“Mind explaining to me what you were doing with that jackass back there? Would you please just tell me what the fuck happened to you?”

Read More

Broken Carousel Chapter 4

Broken Carousel

Chapter 4 ~ Saying Goodbye Love



Lynn was on her way to get me. All I had to do now was tell Edward. I listened for him to head downstairs; it didn’t take too long. I heard him open the door, leaving her inside the room. Slipping off the bed, I headed down the stairs after him.

I really wished I could just leave, but he did help me. He saved me. So I owed him at least an explanation.

I loved him.

He was the one I really wanted. So the least I could do is to say goodbye and let him go. I just hope he’d be happy when I’m gone.

“Edward, could I talk to you, please?” A small smile crept across his face as if he knew exactly what I wanted to say.

“You’re leaving right? You’ve coming to say goodbye. Don’t bother. You know you could never really say goodbye to me.” He said, smiling at me as he got up off the couch. He took the two small steps towards me, stopping in front of me. “You know you will always have a place right here.” He leaned in whispering in my ear, laying a hand over where his heart is.

Read More

Broken Carousel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 ~ Duality

My roommate who is my best friend has been missing for over a week. I am starting to get worried. She has done this previously before but never for more than a week. I knew her lifestyle decisions but I really didn’t understand it. But it is her life choice not mine.

Her "James" scares me. But she swore up and down that they love each other and that he will never hurt her. So I took her word for it. But my intuition  is telling me different and deep down in my gut I have a feeling she is stuck somewhere and he is the one to blame.

I am going to give it one more day, til I received a call E.C, someone who I never thought I would hear from again. He was her old Dom, the one who is to blame for hey emotional scars.

When I answered the phone, it wasn’t his voice on the other end of the phone. It was Kylie, her panicked  breathing into the phone receiver alerted me that something was wrong.

“Hey babe, where the hell have you been?”

 “I’m okay Lynn,” was all she said. Just those three spoken words told me a different story. That her version of okay really means she is in a dilemma.

“What are you doing at Edward’s house, I was getting ready to go searching for you. You scared me half to death, I had this feeling that something happened. Do you need me to come get you?”

“Lynn, I want to get out of here. Not just this house, I want to leave this town. Just come pick me up and I’ll tell you everything.”

Read More

Broken Carousel Chapter 2 - No Air

A/N: Hey everyone, I have made a decision  to do a little something different with this fic.  You will get a post every single day except Sat. and Sun, but they will be short chapters.  I hope you all like this idea b/c I'm excited about it.  I hope you enjoy this story as well.  But anyway here is the second chapter for you.  ENJOY!!

Chapter 2 ~ No Air

Waking up the next morning, still feeling like the air had been knocked out of me, I lay there in the bed just staring at the ceiling. Yes I had been beaten badly by James, but that was nothing compared to seeing that thing walking down the stairs. His eyes lighting up when he saw her. Gah!

Focusing at the door, I recall where I had been lying the night before, wondering how I got into bed as I hear their whispers from across the hall. Her suppressed moans sending waves of panic and despair screeching thru my stomach and catching just beneath my throat, creating a queasy and unnerving feeling of boiling hate. This uneasy passion of jealousy took a backseat to the sick feeling that was threatening to explode out from my mouth.

I had to get out of this house. Just hearing them together was making me sick and I couldn’t stand one more second of it.

She was his in every way he needed, and I couldn’t be that anymore.

I picked up the phone and dialed her number.  She answered the phone right away.

“Hey babe, where the hell have you been?”

Read More

Broken Carousel Teaser

Thought you all might like a little teaser of the soon to come Broken Carousel.  Its seriously going to be a scary ride.  When the music stops all hell will break lose with this one.  So here you go, a teaser for Chapter 1

I looked over at the entrance to the house and seeing my cell phone on the table by the door, a place he always made me leave it when I was here for the weekend to play. I ran over and grabed it, ripping the charger out of the wall in the process and placing it in the coat pocket. The adrenaline of actually escaping this hell hole pumping through me.

I turned around on my heel and headed off towards the back door of the house. I didn’t dare go out the front door scared he might still be standing there or come back in because he forgot something. Once I reached the back patio door, clutching the door handle like it was my lifesaver, my body tried to give out on me, but I forced it to keep moving. Just get out of here, you have to get out of here Kylie, now!

I crossed over the threshold and had no time to rejoice as I did. I took off running in no direction in particular. The sun hitting my eyes and causing pain to course though them, pain I ignored as I knew I had to get as far from the house as I could before he came back for me. It was all like a bad scary movie. Worse than any nightmare I had ever had.

Darting towards the woods, I rushed past the trees, tripping several times in my purist of escape. Each time I landed on my hands and knees, scraping them and wincing as the pain shot through them. I forced myself to get up and run some more.

The brush and branches that were on the floor of the treacherous woods scratched the bottom of my bare feet as I ran as fast as my legs could take me. My breath catching in my throat as panic coursed through my body, as the trees grabbed at my coat, ripping it making me whimper each time. My legs felt sluggish and like mush but I knew I had to push myself or my life would be over. He would come for me…

I needed to be as far away from that house and that torture chamber as I could get before he came back to torture me some more and find me missing.

I couldn’t stop running…I knew that no matter what, I had to keep going or I would just collapse and he would catch me and murder me. But I also knew I had to get a hold of someone to help me. But who could I call? Who could I let see me like this?

That’s when it hit me. I knew exactly who to call…Edward.

Read More