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Chapter 65 : Help From An Old Friend
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*Lily*Finding myself trapped in a dimly lit basement was not how I expected my evening to turn out. I mentally kicked myself knowing I should have realized Jean was not who he said he was. William was right, he was dangerous. I should have listened to him. Why hadn't I heeded his words of warning?I held back my tears as I looked around the basement after Jean had dropped me on the floor unceremoniously. A few dilapidated boxes stood in the corner filled with trash and I saw a mousetrap loaded behind it. The basement was lackluster with gray cement walls and an easel stood in the other corner with a few worn paints and brushes. What was the purpose of this room? Did Jean expect me to paint here?I looked up at him straight faced and tongue tied. What did he want? He had once come across so charming, like a pleasant figure that had found his way into my life just by happenstance. He had praised my work and entertained me with promises of grandeur and fame. He could have charmed r
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*Lily*I picked at the paint that had dried on my fingers wondering what time it was. Still stuck in this godforsaken shit hole of a basement, my prison felt like it was becoming smaller. My hands were red and pink from the colors I had just used in the painting and I chipped away at my nails nervously. I felt very unsanitary and wished I could have a sink to just wash my hands. I could even wash my hair, which had become slimy and sticky against my scalp.I had been given a pail to use the restroom, and I felt like it was a manipulative move to remind me I was a caged animal. Jean had come in a few times to check on my work and breathe heavily down my neck. He spared me any encouragement as he dragged me around this basement roughly hoping to get me started on a painting.I shivered thinking about it, because I couldn't stand being around him any longer than I had to. His true colors had shone through and they were ugly. I scoffed as I wondered if the word ugly was too kind of a
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*William*I stared at this strange woman who had joined me at the bar in a dark part of town. I hoped she wasn't some gold digger who had figured out who I was. She knew my name but I was very much unaware of hers or who she was. It didn't feel good being left in the dark.The woman nodded in acknowledgment toward me as she downed the rest of her drink. She was mysterious and looked to be possibly older than me."From what I heard, you know my ex-lover Jean Laurent," she started to explain herself.Now things were starting to get interesting and heated up. The mystery was starting to unravel and unveil itself. An ex-lover of Jean Laurent, perhaps a spurned woman coming to me out of spite to rat out Jean? At least, that's what I was hopeful for."Ah," was all I said as she waited for me to respond. I didn't want to give too much away because perhaps she was meeting me with a ransom request. Perhaps Jean and her were still in cahoots despite their relationship."Nasty busines
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*Lily*I sighed with relief hearing Jean Laurent being placed into the cop car. I didn't register what all of the voices were saying around us. Only William. His hands hadn't left my body, touching me everywhere as if to make sure I was actually there. We hadn't said a word about our previous fight, it had been forgotten.I still couldn't believe I was out of the basement. I had been rescued by the exact person I had wanted to see. William and I were finally reunited, our embrace had offered me a sense of safety and solace in the midst of the chaos. His arms had felt so large as they tucked me closer into his body. I was safe again.I frowned trying to remember what had happened, like the trauma was already being blotted from my memory. From what I could recall, William had thrown Jean off of me in a fit of pure rage. I had never seen William like that and if it had been a different circumstance I would have been shocked. I realized now how much William cared for me the more time
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*Lily*I fully submerged myself in the warm water to wash the slime out of my hair. Having no shower or real toilet for those hours I was with Jean had taken its toll on me. I squirted a large amount of shampoo and conditioner into my hair, scrubbing hard. William swatted my hands away as he began to massage my scalp and temples.."I said I want to help, I'm not leaving you alone another second," he said sitting on the edge of the tub focused entirely on me.I blinked with surprise and dropped my arms back into the warm, bubble-filled water. I hadn't taken him seriously but I chastised myself now knowing when William said something he meant it. I felt spoiled knowing most men just said whatever women wanted to hear, while William always followed through with his words and put them into action. I sighed feeling his fingers scrub away, and I could finally rest comfortably."I'm so happy you are back with me," he said, plunging his hands into the water to wash away the suds. "You
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