There must have been something in my expression, since Abed’s eyes quickly filled with worry, his hands come up to my shoulders, gently holding me, as if to prevent me falling apart.“Who was it?” he asks gently, staring directly into my eyes, searching for the answer,“The police, they have asked me to come down to the station.”He removes on hand from my shoulder, fishing for his phone, and when he does find it, he squints under the afternoon sun as he scrolls, he finds what he was searching for and presses the phone against his ear.“Who are you calling?”“Clay, we would need a lawyer if we would be walking into a station.”A frown slips over my face, why? we did nothing wrong, and before I could say that, he walks away, the call must have connected. I say my goodbyes to farmer George, and he asks me to come back soon. “Of course I will, they are right here!” I say as I jog back into the house,I don’t see Abed anywhere, but I knew he was in the house, the stone walls carried his
I did not.He apparently knew of a short cut, and we were at the station before I could pull myself out of my head long enough to make any moves. And when he snatched his hand back to himself I was grumpy, even when he came over to my side to open the door for me with a small smile on his face, I could not shake off the grumpiness I was feeling. He frowned slightly before leading me up the stairs to the station. “Miss Greene?”I turn in the direction of the voice, a woman in a brown leather jacket, coffee in hand, and eyes that scrutinized me from head to toe. “Detective Boone, my partner spoke with you earlier.” She stretched out her hand, and I take it, her handshake was firm, her palms rough.Her eyes land on Abed who stood protectively by my side, she was a tall woman, but she too looked up at him, no recognition in those experienced eyes. “Shall we go inside? The suspects are in holding.”“We will be in shortly.” Abed answers, drawing her attention from me to himself once aga
Usually, I was a terrible liar, until I thought of it as acting, then I could convince anyone about anything, so even with my heart slamming against my rib cage, my brain whirred to life, spitting out the different scenarios-- a few directors had said they loved my improv, hopefully it worked now. “Why? You think he has some kind of mind control powers on them?” I made sure to cross my arms, scoff at the end of the question, let the detective feel incredulous.Her eyes darted from the shivering four to me, then she blinks rapidly, her mouth opens to say something, but I beat her to it. “Are you actually making them the victims here right now? Seriously? They could have gotten those scars from lighting my house up, or as a pact between themselves to remember what they had done.” She took on look at them, a frown on her forehead,“Then why would they confess?”I let out a scoff, crying lady could have confessed, but I don’t see feminist going out of her way to confess, and I was yet
“Not so soon baby girl.” he whispered before planting a kiss on my forehead and slipping back to his seat, his hands firmly planted on the steering wheel.I was panting and colors swirled around in my vision, nothing registered in my mind, I was still very much dizzy from how he touched me. My body buzzed with energy. “You just made me hungry.” I say with a small laugh.He glanced at me then returned his eyes to the road, “I was thinking the same thing, want to get a burger?”I nod, feeling lighter and better than I have ever felt, it was unclear to me if it was the kiss, or the person who kissed me, just one thing was certain, this would be the first time I felt this... free. He orders our food, and doesn’t stop driving, or did he head back home, he was following a route I did not know. “Are we going somewhere?”He nods, “Yeah, I was thinking, food and a movie.”I quirk a brow in his direction, “Have things changed? Are people allowed into the movies with outside food, especiall
He flashed me a half pleased, half impressed smile, then slowly, I watch as he brought the burger to his mouth, taking a bite from it. I almost explode with impatience, I knew I was right, but I needed him to confirm it for me before I combusted into a million pieces. “Took you long enough.” was his response.A gasp leaves me.“I have those kinks too.” He told me himself, but I didn’t take it seriously, or as seriously as I should have.Years ago, when I first created the burner account, I only watched, hovering over posts I liked, not wanting to hit the like button just in case it linked back to Rachel Greene, even if I had created a new email just for the purpose of the account. When it was never linked back to me, I started to get relaxed, I liked posts, bookmarked them for later, and it was the thrill of my life. That was when I started to amass followers, it was not much but it was something. I watched as people linked in from their burners, I was envious of course, but the on
We end up staying until the last car rolled out before Abed started to drive away, he returned his attention to the movie earlier, but my mind kept wandering, going everywhere but the movie. “Why are we leaving last?” I ask with a pout, eager to get home and see what he promised to show me.He glanced at me, “They are your fans, we have to see that they got out okay.” Oh.It sounded like this was his routine, and they weren’t his fans, they were mine, I felt the heat rising up to my neck, shame almost turning me to a tomato. “I do care about them.”He smiled softly, “I know. I saw all you did for them during your fan meetings, or whenever one of them bumped into you. Even the stalkers.” I suck in a breath,“The stalkers! I wonder whatever happened to them, they disappeared.”“Sounds like you want the, to continue stalking.” he says with creased brows before returning his gaze to the road. “No! Of course not, it is just, do stalkers just disappear? I had a fear of them coming back
I clutched at my chest, relief visibly shaking me, Abed watched me with amused brows and a small smile lining his mouth. “I thought you didn’t mind.”“I thought nobody would recognize me in hundreds of people, and Joanne doesn’t count.” I say with narrowed eyes, but he only nods in a way that tells me he was mocking me. “Joanne, it is almost as if you live here.” Abed tells us once she gets to us,The smell of alcohol on her breath reaches me when she laughs, and pulls me in for a hug, Abed’s brows shoot up, mine mirrors the action, we had buried the hatchet, but was a hug not too personal? She releases me and wags a finger in Abed’s direction, “And I can’t believe you finally came here, after all the years I spent begging you to join us.” she turned to me, her eyes narrowed,“Did you do this?”I gulp, then turn to look at him, he rolled his eyes, forcing me to return my eyes to her but I don’t have the answer she wants. Suddenly her eyes brighten, and she laughs, “If you did,
His door swung open and he walked back to me, I turn so that my entire body is facing him, I bite my lip in anticipation, waiting until he was a few feet close to me before I blurt,“I am sorry. I am so sorry.”He crossed his arms, I swallow, dragging my eyes away from his bulging muscles under his Grey T shirt. “What exactly are you sorry for?”My throat dries, no matter how many times I swallow, it doesn’t help, he was talking to me again, and in response to his question, my brain shot in different directions, trying to find the best response to his question. “For embarrassing you?”He looked at me like he looked at me then, like he didn’t know what to do with me. “Not it?”He let out a sigh before answering, “No, that is not it at all. Do you trust me?”I blink, the question threw me off, did I trust him? For some reason, the answer to that question without doubt, was yes, I did trust him, even if I just met him, and didn’t know everything about him, he was the one person I trus
We ended up fucking all night, I had only read that in books, I had no idea that it could happen in real life, and that it would happen to me. Abed wasn’t tired, neither was I, every time we came it seemed like we craved the other even more. Our bodies sleeked in sweat and mixed with our fluids, we continued to explore each other’s bodies. Naked and tangled in his arms, under the sheets, I realize this was the life I wanted for myself, sleeping next to the man I love, perfectly content. His hands tighten around my waist, I chuckle quietly, he was so adorable. “What are you laughing at?” he says in the most sexy morning voice I had ever heard. It left me shivering. I look at his face and he had a brow raised in question.“Again?”I felt my face redden, and I bury it in the crook of his neck, “I always want you.” I murmur, taking in his scent, it was a mix of various scents, and it was good that I bury my nose there. He picks up my hand, guides it downwards, in between his nak
My new routine was easy, I had breakfast at Big daddy’s, visit some place I had never been, even if I grew up here, I was like a tourist, eager and excited for whatever the new day had to offer in a city as big as this. I had lunch wherever the locals said was good, and it was good, a few people recognized me, and I saw my pictures on the internet at the end of the day, I trained myself to never look at the comments, I was trying to live for me after all. And for dinner, I heated up a portion of Abed’s meals, and that was the highlight of my day, no matter what scenery I had seen earlier, nothing compared to when I sat down alone with the meal he had prepared for me. An ache wrapped around my heart, I was missing him terribly, but I didn’t want to resent him, so I needed the time to heal properly. Joanne often times came over, and tonight, I was also expecting her, I had set out wine I hand picked at the winery I visited earlier today, and two glasses, I had already eaten and sho
My entire body stiffened when her hand grabbed at the elbow of my shirt, I pause in my steps, fighting the urge to turn around and beg to be in her life, knowing fully well I didn’t deserve it. “Can you wait for me? Until I am ready.” she whispers, I could feel all her emotions from just a few words, the hurt, the desperation, the love.Of course I would wait, I waited years to see her, years to tell her I loved her, years to hold her in my arms, waiting would be too much mercy for me. Turning slowly, I find her tear streaked face staring at her feet, her sniffles wracking her entire body. Guilt pushed through my body, with my thumb hooked under her face, gently, I make her face me, her lips quivered as she stared at me. “I will wait, take whatever time you need, I will be waiting.” I tell her honestly as I wiped the tears from her face. She smiles, her eyes brightening and my lungs expelled all the air it had been holding. “No matter how long?”“It doesn’t matter to me, I will b
We end up staying awake most of the night, clinging to each other, talking and laughing about the most useless of things, the world beyond the locked doors of the short let, along with all of our issues could wait, we would face them in the morning, tonight, we were going to pretend we were okay. “I don’t think I can fight the sleep any longer.” I stifle a third yawn in the last two minutes. I would beat up myself for falling asleep now, but my eyelids were heavy, my bones weary from all our activities from earlier. “It’s okay, go to sleep my love.”Even in my sleepy haze I hear him, and it makes me feel good, the words I didn’t realize would mean so much to me, the words I wasn’t sure I would hear again. “Good night my love, I love you.”I feel his lips pressed against my forehead just as I drifted off to sleep, and in my dreams this time, I am at a crossroad, literally. Without opening my eyes, my hands reach out on the bed, expecting to hit the warmth of his body, but the space
We stay like that for a while, him collapsed beside me, breathing hard, my heart worked fast, thumping and slamming furiously, did he say..? did I hear him right? Was I perhaps imagining things? I reach out as subtly as I could, pinching myself, it hurt, I was neither dreaming or imagining things, this was real. The silence pressed around us, it was obvious both of us heard the words, but what if I was the one who uttered them? Shit, shit, shit, I shut my eyes, wondering how I was going to undo it. I had confessed my feelings when I was supposed to see him out, that was how one night stands worked right? “Rachel... I didn’t say it so you could say it back to me.”His voice and words startle me, so he said it then, I had managed to keep my dignity, that was good... wait, he said he loved me? I turn to face him sharply, he was staring at me, his eyes so intense that I have to swallow. “You said that?” My voice comes out as a shocked whisper, he raised a brow in question, then he chuc
Flustered was an understatement of how I was feeling, my legs shook, my nerves jumped in excitement. I was still riding waves of the orgasms that washed over me and the ones that were promised. I realize only now that he stopped because of the constant knocking on the bathroom door, the voices on the other end say something about getting the spare key. Abed’s fingers work expertly as he arranges my skirt back and top back in place, he gives me the smile I have come to realize was reserved for just me as he kissed my forehead and pushed me into a bathroom stall. “Stay here until you hear me leave.” he whispers, his mouth dangerously close to mine, I can only nod, I was afraid I would moan if I tried to speak. Within a minute the door was unlocked and I hear the others speaking to him, but his only response is the sound of his footfall as he walked away. I wait until it is silent before walking out of the stall. My body still buzzing with unspent energy, I needed him like crazy. “Th
With our mouths still locked, our feet moved, one hand around my waist, the other at the back of my head. My body roared to life, pulsing with different kinds of emotions as we kissed. Oh how much I missed this, how much I missed him. My back pressed against a door, and his hand slipped from my waist to lock the door behind us, returning to my waist, his hand slips underneath the short skirt, I shiver against him as his familiar hands squeezed and molded my ass. “Ohhh...” I murmur into his mouth, he groaned slightly in response, his hand tugging my hair backward, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, even with my eyes closed I felt it roll backwards. My hands roam the expanse of his hard back, the familiar ridges under my finger tips, even under his clothes I could feel them, the dip in and out, I longed to feel it directly under my finger tips. My eyes flew open when I felt myself being lifted, my ass hitting the cool sink of the bathroom, I meet his eyes, both of us out of breath,
The lone flower followed me all the way to the clothes store, and I got new clothes for the art museum, I had shot a quick text to Connor, asking him if he was free to meet today, his reply could not have been quicker, he said yes, asked for the time and where he should pick me up from. Smiling to myself as I picked out my clothes, I hoped he was watching, so I put on a performance of a life time, humming and giggling to myself when I look at my phone, like a girl would if she was texting someone she was interested in. By them time I returned home, I had two lone... well, not alone anymore, sunflowers, I tuck them into the vase, locking the doors behind me. I still had time to kill before the time I had agreed to meet him, so I dive into the book I had been reading the other day, and even with the thought that I was alone and there was nobody to peek over my shoulder and see what dirty things I was reading, my cheeks flamed. Those kinds of things that were explicitly described in th
Clutching the flowers tightly, I followed the path the child had shown me, my head swiveling in all directions for a glimpse of him, my feet slamming on the ground as I chased his scent, there was no sight of his car, and definitely no sight of him, the only things I was left with were the sunflowers and his scent that was fast fading. That was yesterday, but I haven’t stopped looking, I had put the flowers in water and placed the vase I had found by the window for the plant to get sunlight, not so that he miraculously turned up here and knew where I was staying by the flowers he had given to me. Going for a quick run to clear my head this morning, I asked myself the big questions, did I miss him? I did, but it doesn’t make what he did hurt any less. My parents I thought would come running when they saw me on the big screen, they never did, even with the news of me being orphan going around like wild fire, they never showed, and to be very honest, I waited with baited breath just as