Darcy It was already one in the afternoon and Rhys was not bad. After that weird dream, I had a nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong and if it wasn't that, then I was losing my mind.The first month after my surgery that made me a whole new person physically, I started therapy but I stopped committing to it.Now I wanted so badly to talk to somebody, anybody and I decided that I needed therapy. Maybe my therapist would be the right person to tell me that I was losing my mind.As I walked in, I couldn't pretend that I wasn't anxious, it felt like it's been ages since the last session. It felt like the first day all over again.Beads of sweat formed on my forehead despite the cool air conditioning in the waiting room. The steady drip of water from a faucet sounded in the background and my heart beat faster than normal. Sweat dripped onto the table as well as the palms of my hands. A couple of strands of hair fell into my face and I brushed them back.I sighed for the umpte
DarcyThey pounced on me without mercy and I didn't know what to do.My demons, of all places, of all times choose now to show up again.Panic engulfed me in a warm hug that grew tight, almost suffocating as I stared at what was in front of me.The hair in my arms stood straight up like spikes, my breath caught in my throat.I could hear my heartbeat racing and I couldn't think, could hardly breathe. I couldn't speak or move, as I tried to focus solely on their voices, which seemed to grow louder with each passing second.There were loud cackles and I knew those sounds. I had heard them so many times, burning in my nightmares. Sounds that shook deep into your soul like they could tear you and your deepest desires apart. Sounds that screamed chaos, they were pounding at me like a cat playing with its food before devouring it and leaving the bones to crumble underneath the weight of its appetite. I knew those sounds. “You weren't expecting anyone to discover your dirty little secrets,
RhysHow was I supposed to find her? I turned on the tracking app on my phone and followed its directions. She was in front of a hospital, curled in a corner.Her arms were wrapped around her as she rocked herself back and forth, rocking slowly. I hurried towards her. My feet stumbled over some debris and I almost fell. She didn't notice me yet but when she did... I froze with terror when I realized how fragile she looked. How much she needed help. The pain that was radiating off her wasn't physical; it was mental and emotional. It radiated from where I stood and all I wanted to do was wrap her up in my arms. Soothe her mind and take away this pain for good. Instead, I just watched her, afraid if I spoke or made even the slightest movement she might collapse and not wake again.She was mumbling words, words I couldn't hear and her eyes seemed to be fixed on something yet unfocussed.I hadn't seen such raw pain from anyone before and I could feel the heat of it coming off of her, seari
RhysI felt her lips pressing against mine,soft, warm kisses that seemed to melt me. I felt the heat rising in my belly and I couldn't stop my hand lifting to cup her face, drawing her closer. She moaned as I kissed her harder, harder, harder, and the feeling of her lips against mine sent electric pulses shooting through my whole body. My heart began thudding wildly in my chest, and I felt the air rush out of my lungs as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself against my body as she deepened the kiss. I lost myself, letting my instincts take control as she pressed further, closer until my entire body was engulfed by the warmth of her. My body reacted instinctively. I was no longer thinking, only reacting and allowing my body to do whatever it pleased.I kissed her deeply as she continued to press herself against me, her fingers fisting themselves in the hem of my shirt.Our bodies melted together and I felt as if nothing mattered except the woman in my arms. For once i
Darcy“What do you want?” if Cory was surprised at my response she didn’t show it, instead she focused on the child she was carrying.I looked at her and back at the boy in her arms trying to keep my face straight.Looking at him now I could see traces of my mother in him, he was mine, he was supposed to be in my arms not hers, and yet here we were, with him in her hands, and my heart was hammering hard as though someone had punched it right out of my chest, and I hated that.“Not the warm welcome I was expecting but we stopped to say hi” Her eyes beamed with the kind of mischief that made you want to hit someone just for looking at them.“Go ahead, touch him, I know you want to” She insisted as she pushed the child in front of me, his eyes went wide when he saw my expression and he squirmed a bit like a rabbit ready to bolt.His movements reminded me so much of myself that it hurt. Regardless, I held onto the child and my heart felt warm from our mere contact, I tried to keep my face
DarcyI stared at her eyes wide as saucers, I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I just stood there frozen. I was afraid that if I moved I'd shatter into a million pieces. I couldn't even take the smallest breath, I had nothing left except pure fear and the overwhelming desire to throw up.Her lips formed into a smile that made me want to vomit. “We'll talk later”With that she walked out leaving me alone, trembling.I was scared but also terrified. I wasn't able to process any of what she had said without feeling dizzy, I couldnt comprehend that this could be happening.My son cried loudly as she took him away, I wanted to run after them, run after her. I wanted to scream at her to give me back my son but I stayed frozen where I stood, I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. All I could see and hear was red and black and white. My eyes started watering. It could not have been what she meant. Maybe she was talking about something else? Maybe that's what happened and sh
DarcyMy thoughts were muddled and my mind still felt like cotton candy on a hot day at the beach. It was a bad day to go out and drink. I was overthinking things.Maybe I could run away from it all if only for a little while. If I went somewhere where no one knew me and everyone thought of me as a nobody... But I knew what Cory and whoever the fuck was stalking me were capable of.And Rhys? After all, I recently knew, was he going to haunt me like a predator would after its prey had escaped if he knew that I knew? And I wasn't stupid, I understood all too well how much power those blue eyes had over me. My body might have been able to withstand the effects of his poison but not that way.After I left the room with what I had found, I ate breakfast and cleaned up. The empty feeling in my chest grew larger and stronger. It spread over my face and shoulders.My head started hurting. But I ignored it. It would go away. Eventually. I hoped it would. But that hope faded with every m
Darcy I wanted to go over and talk to Cory but about what? A lot of things didn’t make sense and they were barely adding up. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t function properly. I had found a paper in that storeroom, similar to the one Cory had given me. Why did Rhys have it? The headline read “Drunk billionaire heir kills three in an accident”. I felt my insides squirm when I saw the Madigan name there.Whoever wrote it kept emphasizing on the Madigan name, I knew he wanted to have the people locked in.“You need to stop staring into space like that and tell me what is going on” Rhy’s voice cut through my reverie. He walked towards me, eyes narrowed. My face warmed as he reached the space where I was sitting. He grabbed my shoulders, turning me slightly so we were face to face. His eyes held mine with concern and a bit of amusement, as he tilted his head. “What are you thinking about?”I shook my head and looked down, away from his piercing gaze. What could I say? That someone had bee
Darcy“Did you find anyone?” It was Vincent’s voice and I remained put.“Not yet”Cory replied.“Let’s leave before that nurse or someone else returns”, he said and she did as told without a word passing between them. I remained hidden for what seemed like forever. My feet itched to walk in the open and my hands itched to run over the surface of the door. However, I did not have the courage to do so. I would rather be safe than sorry. When I finally stepped out of my supposed sanctuary of safety and into the open air I nearly collapsed from exhaustion. I made it back to Rhys who looked at me strangely.“Where have you been? And why do you look like you have seen a ghost?” He asked, and there was an undertone of concern.I couldn't tell him, not now.“Whatever happened between you and the gorgeous blonde?” I blurted out trying to change the subject. What was I thinking? This wasn't the right time but Rhy’s eyebrows rose at that question and I felt a wave of relief rush over me. I ha
Darcy We stayed far away from them and they did the same. I and Rhys against Vincent and Cora.You could be wondering why but it was as if each party was greatly repulsed by the other. The only thing they both wanted was to get on with their lives. And even so there was an invisible barrier that separated us from each other. That barrier would eventually break one way or another. Vincent and Rhys were always on opposing sides of a battle. The woman whom I later found out as Mrs Stark came over to the hallway of the hospital and she looked tired.She had eye bags so dark that they matched her hair color. She didn’t look too good at all. There were dark circles under her eyes and you could see wrinkles forming around her mouth. But then, she didn’t seem like the kind of person who would show signs of weariness. She was very elegant despite having such a tired face.She smiled kindly at Rhys and I, and she also did the same to Cory and Vincent.“Any update on who could have done that
Vincent I saw Darcy, she looked more beautiful than I could remember. Her golden skins shone under the moonlight like they were made of crystal. Her golden blonde curls framed her face. A smile was on her soft pink lips as she stood there waiting for whoever.I couldn't believe my eyes, it felt surreal that she had just been there all this while I searched for her everywhere, looking for her everywhere but nowhere in particular. She was just standing there when she had been there for years before, a few months after I lost hope to ever find her. It was almost like déjà vu again, but this time it wasn't so bad. “Darcy?” I called out, I needed to be sure that it was really her, “Darcy?!” This time it came out louder as if it would somehow give me permission to run and hold her in my arms forever.She turned around and smiled at me. I ran to her, I couldn't stop myself now even if I tried, my body just seemed to move on its own. As we embraced, I noticed how warm she felt against me. I
Vincent“Kill him,” I said into my phone.That bastard had refused to tell us where the will was , or who the next heir was. We didn’t have a clue whether there was any will at all. At least that was what my men said.I didn't see any need for him to be alive , either. It wasn’t like we were going to miss him in the end anyway, right? He was a foolish man. He could have easily decided to take the money I offered him instead of holding on to his integrity , but no. He just had to go and get himself killed. What kind of idiot does that? “Take care of it now,” I told my lead man “we don’t have time for this shit.” And I hung up before moving to Cory’s room.When Cory opened the door and saw me holding flowers, she gave me a skeptical look that was almost as good as one of the many ones I had given her in the past and given myself on my way over here. Almost.“Why are you standing outside my door and why do you have the bouquet of daisies with you?” Cory asked suspiciously. After I messed
Rhys“Rhys, Rhys please listen to me. I just want to talk to you”“Damn it! What are you doing here? This has to stop. This place is not for you, you are not welcome here” I told her trying to understand how she managed to sneak into this place. It was becoming a repetition of the same thing and I didn't find it funny.“I knew I would find you here…” she started but as soon as she saw my expression she knew she had made a mistake, “No, I didn't mean that, not like that...this was our... and Rhys...”“Stop! Just stop” I pleaded not wanting to hear her words, knowing there was no changing her mind. She needed to leave now or else I wouldn't hesitate to take her out of here. Not again. Never again. I would never be part of some crazy plan she decided to make me, never again. She was always up to some sort of bullshit. “Just go. Go back to wherever you came from and leave me alone” my voice was filled with hatred, anger and a little sadness mixed in it.There was an awkward silence betwe
DarcyRhys and I finally left after I gave him a blowjob. I wouldn't lie, I had grown addicted and it was scaring me. I know I needed to stop yet I didn't know how to. I was lost in my desires. Caught between passion and reality.“Are you okay?” I cringed at how my voice sounded, it was laced with concern and I didn't know if I meant it or not. As I stood in that park with Rhys, it was like looking at an open book that was not open. He had so much going on. He held a sort of rawness that made me want to hold him and never let him go.Right now, I could see that something was off with him. It was obvious in his energy and I didn't know what to make about it. It felt like the first time he had locked himself up over again only that this time he was standing in front of me. It had to be grief. I knew it to do things that it is not supposed to do to you. To rob you of your sanity and your sleep. To remind you that you've failed.“Yeah, why?” I couldn't help but notice that his voice see
Rhys I went back to her room that evening and it took a miracle for me to keep my eyes from roaming around the flimsy excuse of a nightgown she had on.“Uhm, do you want to go out?” I cleared my throat, trying to not let any of my thoughts slip out too much and make her think I lacked self-control.“Go where?” she asked, staring off at nothing in particular, absentmindedly.“The... Anywhere” She looked like some kind of enchantress and I lacked words to describe her. I felt something deep within myself stir at the thought of just how beautiful she was. Even her skin seemed softer than most people in the world; her lips were full and slightly puffy, and her nose scrunched up when she spoke.She stood up and moved close to me, her smell filled my nose and I wanted nothing than to rip that dress off right then and there and fuck her until she cried out my name. Her smile was so radiant, even though I knew she was hiding something behind it, I couldn't help but return the one I gave he
RhysI hated the hospital, it was a reminder of what I had lost, a reminder of what this place had taken from me . I hated the white walls that made up so many rooms, and the smell of bleach that would hang in the air, and I hated the sadness the atmosphere instilled in everyone who stayed there. It was like a funeral or memorial for all those who died in it, it was cold and empty and lonely. It was an institution designed to give people hope. Hope for things they could never truly achieve. Hopefulness. Optimism. A belief that things might get better and most times it never really did but I still found comfort in its false optimism. The fake optimism. Because at least in the fake hope, no one ever gave you up. As I parked in the parking lot of the hospital, I made my way inside, calling Mrs Stark.Immediately she saw, she broke into tears and held her in my arms as she clutched onto me weeping into my shoulder.After a while, she pulled away, clearing her throat as she wiped
Rhys After I left the graveyard, I went back to work. It was the last place I wanted to be. Work was the last place I wanted to be but something had happened and my attention was needed.While at the office, I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice her walk in. “Something is bothering you, would you like to talk about it now?” Her annoying voice echoed through my office and I rolled over in my chair so she wouldn't see me glaring at my computer screen. Who let her in?“Hey, it's your turn now anyway!” She said while poking my arm with her pen, making me glare harder even though it was pointless since she couldn't see me. “You're being weird. Aren't you happy to see me? Is something wrong?”“What do you want?” I snapped and turned off the monitor just to avoid her prying.She sighed dramatically. “Fine. If you don't tell me what's going on…then suit yourself”“You may leave now,” I told her yet I didn't hear the sounds of her walking away or anything. She must still be there,