Watching the storm from the window in my bedroom, I keep rubbing my wrist where George had left his handprint on me. After getting home tuesday afternoon from jail, the first thing he did was slam me up against the wall and warn me that if I ever see Jordan again it will be the last thing I do.
With tears streaming down my cheeks, I wish I had never married him. Perhaps, then my life would have turned out better and still had my children with another man that is loving like Jordan. Just thinking about that makes me cry harder as I feel an emptyness deep inside me grow.
I believe it's because now that I have felt love from a man, I miss it. Before, I couldn't miss what I had never experienced. Although, the love from my children is different and yet strangely similar to the love I feel coming from Jordan.
Hearing a knock at the door, I hurry up and wipe my tears on my sleeve. "Mom, can I talk to you? I had
The lights go out at the house and I almost stumble over my mom. Quickly regaining my balance, I go into the kitchen and find a candle stick in the drawer, along with a lighter and a holder. Putting it on the table in the middle of the room, I watch as the flame casts shadows on the room around me. Glancing over at my mom laying on the couch, I wonder what happened now, but dismiss the thought for the moment. It's best not to question something that I already know the answer to. Instead, I go down to the basement with the flashlight of my phone on, so I can flip off the breakers. Seeing a call from Connie, I automatically suspect that there is something wrong and go on alarm mode. Listening to the message, I learn that Lillian has fallen and hit her head when the lights went out. She is in the hospital, and they are keeping her over night for evaluation. Wondering if she really fell and i
With a huge bump on my head and a dull headache, the doctor lets me go home. Connie waits for me to place my things down on the couch, before giving me a huge hug. Smiling, she asks, "Are you dizzy at all?" Sitting down, I glance around the room and shake my head at her. The kids run out of their rooms to greet me and give me hugs and kisses. Kelly practically jumps on me before asking, "Mom, are you O.K. now?" I stare into her scared eyes and realize that this has been harder for them, then it has been for myself. Hugging them both again, I pat the couch next to me and they sit down. Feeling the need to explain to them, that I am going to be O.K., I reply, "Guys, I will be absolutely fine in a couple of days. Right now, I am just a little off, other than that, everything is the same. So, tell me did you two get your homework done?" They both look at me and nod. Knowing that I must show them th
Work is so slow today knowing that every minute I am here, I could be with Lillian. She is in that man's house, and he might be hurting her right now. With so many things filling my head, it is difficult to work, and I almost go home for the day. Except for the fact that this new bike we are working on, is for a man who saved every penny for the last twenty years to get it. Jeremy lost his leg overseas when a roadside bomb in Iraq blew him and his team's convoy up. He was lucky, the rest they were picking up in pieces for days. Matter of fact, a few of them, they never did find all their body parts. When he lost it and came back to the states, he vowed that he would be able to ride again if it took everything he owned and made. Hearing about him, I made some calls and got him a grant. It took care of the cost of the parts, and I am giving him all of the labor free of charge. It's the least I can
I hear a knock at the door and rush to open it, hoping it is Jordan. To my surprise, the mailman, a gentleman in his mid-thirties with black hair is standing there smiling with a package in his hand. After handing it to me, he says, "It looks like it is from your parents, Mrs. McMasters. I hope it is something good." He nods and then says, "Good day to you." Before walking back to his vehicle and driving off. Looking down at it, I realize sure enough it is from my parents and after turning around and shutting the door, I open it before sitting back down. Connie looking over my shoulder excited, can't wait for me to open the box inside, "Hurry up and open it. I want to see." Smiling, I rip the tape off and open the lid. Inside is a dancing ballerina music box. My parents have always known that I love these. I remember when I was little, we would stop by the mall, and I came home with a different one eve
Not being able to sleep, I step out of bed naked and feel for the light switch. Last night, I almost fled with Connie and the kids to another country. Or at least I wished I did. George is getting more and more violent, and it is really making me wonder why I don't just have some of my buddies beat the ever-loving crap out of him. Running my fingers over my neck and then scratching my head, I throw on my shorts before heading to the bathroom. Feeling the overwhelming need to pee, I open the door and find my mom laying on the floor just outside my bedroom. She looks up drunk, "Hey, son." "What in the hell are you doing back here?" I ask her, before I run to the bathroom and relieve myself. Every time I turn around my mom is either coming or going and with Lillian's problems, my world is becoming ever increasingly complicated. Something must give, or my business will suffer. Making up my mind, first thing in the m
"Mom, how long are we going to stay at Connie's? We have to go to school tomorrow." Jon asks after we get to Connie’s, and we are all sitting in the living room. Kelly is texting on her phone and Jon is playing Connie's gaming system, while I sit there with Connie and talk about what must be done next. Hearing my phone ringing, I pick it up and realize that it is from my attorney. Picking it up, I answer, "Hello. What have you heard?" Sounding disappointed, he says, "When he got out, someone beat him up and dropped him off at the hospital front entrance. Did you have anything to do with it?" Shocked, I answer sharply, "No, I wouldn't ever. You know that I didn't have anything to do with this. I couldn't. I may disagree with him, but I don't wish him dead." I hear him mutter something to someone in the background and then he says, "Well, I have to go. They said he is waking up and I should be
I can't believe she is gone. They take her to the police department and process her. "Where is mom?" Kelly and Jon both ask as they look at me confused. Not bearing to see their faces, I stare at the cold wood floor and answer, "It was a mistake, but they took her to the police station. They think she has had something to do with your dad getting beat up." In shock, they both glance at each other with worried looks and sit down on the couch quietly. Connie tries to comfort them by making them hot cocoa, while I make a few phone calls. After talking to my attorney, I arrange for a visit to the police station to talk to her. Once I arrive, I realize that it was a mistake though, because George after getting out of the hospital, headed straight to the station. "Stop, right there sir. You are under arrest because you just broke the restraining order rules." Stepping one foot in, I was arrested on the spot for
"Yes, please." I whisper as Jordan kneels between my legs and I feel his lips glide across my wet folds, making me quiver with anticipation. It has been three days since we left town and put it all behind us. I contacted my lawyer and had him set things into motion for me to finally get away from George. Taking most of the money out of the bank and depositing it into a new account out of George's reach, I stopped him from coming after us with vengeance, at least for the moment. Jordan grabs ahold of my legs and pulls me closer to him so he can nestle his face in closer and suck up my juices. Feeling his mouth seal around my nub, he gently sucks and makes a mmm sound against my soaked folds, sending me almost over the edge. Taking his index finger, he strokes my crease and then slips a finger in. After hooking the first finger in just the right spot, he slides in a second and slips it in and out. I wa
“Lillian. Where is your something blue?” Mary asks in a panic, because it is two hours before we are supposed to be at the courthouse.Looking around frantically all over the room, I yell, “I don’t know. It was just here.” My voice trails off when I see it.I stare at the Sapphire heart necklace Jordan gave me and realize that would work perfectly. Sure, I really wanted to wear the necklace that Keith had given to me before he died for that very purpose, but since I can’t find it. That will do.Walking over to the dresser, I unwind the necklace from the stand and glance into the mirror. This morning when I started this whole excursion, I had no idea that it would all come together so well. Jordan hurried off in the early morning hours so he wouldn’t see me in my dress and told me, “Make sure you are there at 11 a.m. Not a minute later or they won’t marry u
It has been 3 months and I believe that she is finally coming to terms with her father’s death enough that we may end up getting married this time. With everything that has happened, it makes me wonder sometimes if we are just not meant to be after all. I mean, she has been shot before we could get married.Her ex-husband tried to kill us all numerous times and then just when I thought for sure that we would get married, her father dies the day before the wedding. I knew that there was no way I could even push it then. But now she is in her right head again and still hasn’t mentioned anything about the wedding.“Hey, Jordan. Can I ask you something? Man to man?” Jon asks while staring at me with a strange look on his face. He has grown another foot amazingly and now looks more and more like a man every day.“Man to man, eh?” I raise an eyebrow before sitting down next to him at t
Waking up in the middle of the night to the phone ringing, I bolt up in bed startled and then glance over at my phone. The screen shows Keith on it, and it begins to worry me from the minute I see it. I climb out of bed quickly and then I hear Jordan stir from behind me as I try to reach the phone before it goes to the answering machine.“Damn it!” I hear the answering message on my phone and then I trip over the end table.My phone falls to the floor and I as well before I pick myself and the phone back up. When I finally regain my balance, I stand up and walk over to turn the light on. I had managed to knock the back cover off the phone and the battery is on the floor somewhere now.Flipping the switch, light floods into the room and then I see it when I turn around. Rushing over to it, I notice that there is blood on my knee, and it is stinging as I kneel to retrieve it from under the bed. “Wha
Hearing her at the top of the stairs, I glance up at her and see my Lillian in the most gorgeous long red dress. It looks like it is made of silk and has a plunging neckline that shows her abundant cleavage. When my eyes travel down her beautiful body, I notice that the dress has a slit that ends at her hip. Which means that there is no way she is wearing panties under it.As it brings a smile to my face, I think of all the things I could do with her, if only we didn’t have dinner reservations in a half an hour. That is just my luck of course. The moment we must leave to get there on time, I want to strip her down and make wild passionate love to her.Sighing, I close my eyes and swallow hard before she reaches my side and looks down at me. “Hey, handsome. Shall we go?” She smiles at me with that sexy grin, and then I watch as her fingers run up her thigh to the top of the slit.I start to drool and the
“That dress is absolutely beautiful on you.” Mary states while a smile extends across her entire face.I am so happy, because today I get to take home my dress. Just a few weeks ago, I was trying them all on and it seemed as if I would never find one that I liked. But then the seamstress just happened to find this one in back and when I saw it, I fell in love, even before I tried it on.Jordan will be so surprised when he sees me in it. I can’t wait two more days. Matter of fact, I have even suggested to just run off to Los Vegas and elope instead, but Jordan won’t stand for it.“I just love it so much. If she hadn’t found it on the bottom of the pile, I wouldn’t ever have found one I liked, let alone I felt was absolutely perfect for me.” I say while standing in front of the full-length mirror and admiring myself.When Charity, the seamstress walks back in, she states wit
When I take her to the bedroom, all I can think about is tying her to the bed and filling her till she comes so hard she screams my name. “Baby, close your eyes.” Still partially clothed, I whisper in her ear as I hover over her naked body.Sliding down on the bed, I reach the edge and feel the warmth of her skin disappear from mine for a brief time, at least until I grab the restraints from the drawer. Raising an eyebrow, she opens her eyes and quickly glances at me. “Hey. What did I just say?” I say in a warning voice, before I proceed to the dresser.Just as soon as I open it, I feel the hard wood on my swollen shaft as I don’t even think about it protruding from me until now. Looking down, I smile and think to myself, “There, there, boy. Soon enough.” Then I rifle through the drawer and find what I was looking for. A package of black silk tiedowns.When I have the
“Knock”“Knock”“Knock”I hear someone knocking on the door and rush to answer it, because I have been waiting for Jordan for the last two days. He went with Jon on a fishing trip, just the two of them and I have been stuck home, moping around the house. Bored out of my mind, I called someone I knew from way back when.Someone from my childhood, who just recently has become a friend on my social media account. As I have talked to her for the last several weeks, I have grown to like her more than I have ever before and now we are about to meet again. She is a lot like me and has a teenager too.Finding that I miss my friends from before all of this, before George killed off everyone I cared about. It is just too bad we live so far from each other, or we might have met up sooner. So, I grow more excited as I approach the door and when I open it, I smile and say, &ldqu
“Where did you go?” I ask curiously, because when I woke up, she was gone and all I found was a note.She looks guilty and that makes me wonder exactly what is going on. Hesitating, she finally states, “I found out something today that I have wondered my whole life. The sad part is that I will miss him even more now that I know.”Cocking my head, I hate to ask because she maybe talking about loving someone else. But I must know, so I ask anyway. “What are you referring to?”Staring at me, she opens her mouth at first but doesn’t say a word, then she closes her eyes when tears threaten to fall. I move to hold her and then ask again, “What are you talking about?”“I found that my real father is dying of cancer. I didn’t know for sure, but for years I suspected who he was. Because of little things my mother would say here and there, it led
Lying in Jordan’s arms, I stare up at the ceiling unable to sleep. Even if I had just told half the cops that I am going to kill George, I don’t care anymore. I must do it, no matter what the consequences are.It’s 4 in the morning and all I can think about now is how I am going to stop this misery. The first thing I must do is contact a few people and find out who is the most reliable and can keep their mouth shut. The next thing I must worry about is the fact that my conscience will weigh heavily on me from here on out. If it was just a matter of getting rid of him it would be one thing, but how is what is troubling me.So, I devise a plan to hire a hit man and then have him either infiltrate the prison or arrange for someone already there to do it for him. But either way, he can’t live. Knowing this, I climb out of bed exhausted and worried, but somewhat finally at peace with all of it.A