LesFan

Lesbian Fan Social Network

    Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of R. Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, October 19, 2026

    Enter your current age into the field provide above. Stories with a rating of R or NC-17 may contain material not suitable for children. LesFan requires that all individuals wishing to read these stories confirm they are of at least 17 years of age. LesFan uses the MPAA rating labeling system for all stories.

    LesFan will also make a best attempt to filter profane words in stories that are not rated R or NC-17 unless the individual confirms they are of at least 17 years of age.

    LesFan uses the following rating scale for stories.






    Submit

    What Grief Has Made, Part Twelve

    Story written on December 30, 2006 by windrider.
     Login to add story to favorites
     Login to add author to favorites
    20 votes, average: 2.80 out of 520 votes, average: 2.80 out of 520 votes, average: 2.80 out of 520 votes, average: 2.80 out of 520 votes, average: 2.80 out of 5 (20 votes, average: 2.80 out of 5)
    You need to be a registered member to rate this post.     Loading ... Loading ...
    Genre(s):
    Rating:
    fanfiction(s):
    Character(s): ,
    Number of Comments: 1
    Words: 1378
    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=63803
    Author Notes:

    The mist flowed up the driveway and through the fence, hovering just above the ground as it crept onto the patio where Cherie was opening her second bottle of Tangueray. Fog has a way of blunting sound so she didn’t hear Steve approach from behind. She jumped as he dug his fingers into her shoulders.

    “You know,” he seethed, “I might have been able to forgive you if it had been a man.”

    “I doubt it,” Cherie snapped and pried his fingers loose.

    “Dumb enough to fuck a girl half your age, that’s how dumb,” Steve yelled and knocked the glass out of her hand. The fog muted the sound of shattering glass and ice cubes skittering across the brick pavers.

    Cherie laughed sarcastically. “Fuck! Everything reduces to that, doesn’t it, Stephen?” She spat out his given name. “Fucking. And fucking over!”

    She picked up the bottle, took a long pull, ran her fingers through her hair turned damp in the mist. “Shane believed in me, Steve. ME! And she gave me more love in those few weeks than you’ve given me in twenty years of marriage. Do you hear me? Love, Steve! Not sex, love! She made me feel alive. Wanted. Adored. Beautiful. You made me feel cheap. Bought and paid for with every goddamned check you wrote.”

    Steve grabbed her by the hair. “You CUNT!” he screamed. “You made a fool of me! In front of our daughter!”

    “That’s really it, isn’t it? That’s what you’re so pissed about! If it had been Clea….”

    “I would have shot that queer myself! Right through the head!” he hissed.

    “No you wouldn’t,” Cherie’s eyes blazed. “You would have hired it done. But you wouldn’t have done it yourself. That’s what you’re all about, Steve. Paying someone else to do something you don’t have the guts to do yourself!” She knew she was crossing a line. But she didn’t care. It was too late to lie. Not to herself. Not to him.

    He spun her around by her hair and threw a swift crushing blow to her jaw. Cherie felt her jaw shatter and shift when his fist connected. She shoved him back. He hit her again. And again. Her nose crunched. She screamed.

    “Daddy! Stop it!” Clea threw herself at Steve, grabbing his arm. He shoved her away and she fell to the ground, scraping the palms of her hands on the pavers. He grabbed Cherie’s throat and squeezed hard, screaming and cursing.

    Clea looked around frantically, grabbed the green gin bottle and broke it over her father’s head. He fell heavily to the ground and her mother crumpled, bleeding from her nose and mouth.

    “Mom!!!!” she screamed.

    -x-

    As suddenly as it came, the fog seeped away from the road and Bette punched the accelerator. She pulled into the Emergency Room driveway right ahead of an ambulance that wailed in the heat.


    Page 3 of 3123
    «
    FF Main Page
    »

    Comments

    1. Some people thinks that violent can solve anything At least Cherie admited that she loved Shane,a lot of good that will do Shane now. super glue cant mend her broken heart thanks

    Leave a Reply