Chapter Five.
Consequences for keeping secrets.
Elliott
I always tapped my feet when I was nervous, or impatient.
At this point, leaning against the hood of the Camry I just stole, waiting for Kain to appear, I didn’t know which emotion I felt more. Nervous? Or Impatient?
I had the right to feel both because tonight was the night of our official first date.
After beating him to an almost literal pulp at the gym, I agreed to go on this date on the condition that I plan everything. Although he did miss out on spending an awesome night with me, maybe if he tried harder and tried dodging my fists a bit more….
He did have a nice form though, and with proper training he could maybe keep up with me.
I smiled as the image of his bloodied smile flashed before my eyes, why does he always look so cute when he smiles? Eve
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continued from last part..... He didn’t reply, instead he extracted the key to the cuffs from his slacks and unlocked them. Seems like he trusted me not to try to escape. I rubbed at my wrists and stood, stepping away from him while he stared up at me with hot eyes, I swallowed and averted my gaze “Where’s the bathroom?” He pointed and I followed his finger to a door in a corner and slid into the white marble room. I stood infront of the sink and stared at my reflection, trying not to grimace at my reflection, I looked like a demented panda bear with the amount of the mascara that coated my cheeks, its a wonder how Kain could bear to look at me like me, let alone want to bang me. Am I stupid or what? Or am I more dickmatized than I thought? How could I say yes? I just willingly decided to cheat on Forrest again, with the same man… But it’s the only way he’ll sign the papers a
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Chapter Seven. Compromise. Elliott. Something bright and annoying was shining into my face, something I wanted to murder. I let out a small moan and rolled over, stretching. I let my eyes flutter open, still feeling very drowsy. I blinked a few times to clear my eyes before looking across my bedroom at the clock. Wait a second…. my bedroom didn’t have bare concrete walls and cobwebs Panic thumped through me as I stared around, unsure of where I was. The walls were drab with no paint job and colonies of cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and clinging to the walls unlike the annoying bright peeling yellow paint of my converted motel room The deep red afghan rug that laid on the old and slightly colourless linoleum floor was different to my puke coloured thread bare carpet. An
Continued from the Last part....... I felt my heart start to race as my mouth went dry, my stomach flipped and my chest started fluttering “You love me?” I asked, my voice barely audible but he heard it “I do, ever since you held that gun to my forehead back at the workshop, I’ve loved your crazy self” he chuckled under his breath “I guess that makes me a bit crazy myself” “It makes you a lot crazy actually” I breathed out, biting back thrilled giggles He laughed softly and leaned closer to me, our lips almost touching “I guess I’ll be crazy for you then” he whispered before claiming my lips. Present Light shone behind my eyelids, rousing me from my near coma sleep. I rolled over immediately, trying to get away from that annoying light but instead coming i
Chapter Eight. As normal as life can get. Kain. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my waist as we raced through the darkened streets, the roar of my motorcycle echoing across the empty streets. It was 2:39am, according to the digital clock on my bike and the air racing across my face was warm, warm as the summers in Folly Beach got. Elliott pressed her body closer to mine, so close that I could feel her heart hammering against my back, she was scared. I let out a small smile and tucked down, revving up all the way, making the bike speed up, loving the way her arms tightened around me. We were just left a party, a party that I admittedly didn’t want to attend, choosing to wallow in my self disappointment for another night, after I admitted my true feelings to Elliott, I thought she took it well, I even thought she almost fe
Continued from the previous part. ~ She was daydreaming again… Dreaming, unrealistically. So unreal. A memory, a long forgotten memory. Kain was smiling as he opened the door to their new apartment with a flourish, pride evident in his movements as he held her hand and pulled her into the empty room. “I know this isn’t the apartment by the ocean we wanted” he started, wrapping his arms around her, his deep melodic voice by her ear, sending shivers down her spine “but its ours, our little home” Elliott looked around, at the obviously old but sturdy walls painted a soothing pale yellow, almost like an egg yolk, at the empty wooden floors in need of a firm polishing, at the wide windows that offered a nice overhead view of the town and the dark ocean bordering it,
continued from the previous part..... “I think I’m depressed” Dr Sybian Greer peered up at her patient, her scribbling slowing to a stop. She immediately asked, more of a reflex action than true concern “Why do you think you’re depressed Elliott?” Elliott took a deep breath, fiddling with the frayed end of her jean jacket, it was cold in the doctor’s office, it seemed she left the Ac on full blast despite the light snow falling outside. She shrugged, a pathetic rise and fall of her shoulders “I feel like I’m depressed” Sybian sighed and clicked off her pen, giving the forlorn woman her full attention “Depression is not something to be taken lightly Elliott” Silence fell over the pair until she spoke up again, her voice a teary whisper “I’m not happy doctor” she paused to sniffle, wiping at the tears
Chapter Sixteen. Back to Black. Toxic: very harmful or unpleasant in a pervasive or insidious way. Regret: a feeling of sadness, repentance or disappointment over an occurrence or something that one has done or failed to do. Elliott didn’t know what she was doing anymore. She was lost and it was showing. She kept getting stares as she stood stoically in the middle of the cosmetics aisle of the supermarket, her dull eyes fixed on a box of Trojan extra large condoms. She had been staring at the box of condoms for five minutes now, trying to decide whether to get them or not. The basket in her hand contained a gallon of milk, a box of Coco puffs, some grapes, a new razor and a box of brunette hair dye. She came to the store on a whim, being alone
continued from the last part....ElliottI knew the bed I laid in wasn’t mine, I knew it even before I was fully awake, I knew it wasn’t Forrest’s familiar citrus scent that surrounded me, no this scent was much heavier, musky and spicy, teasing my senses like a long forgotten memory.I knew someone who smelt like this, who smelt this good.Consciousness caught up to me and I immediately let out a groan as the all too dear headache rolled from the back of my head to settle just between my temples.My mouth felt like sandpaper and my limbs ached from being twisted under me as I sleptI cracked one eye open and then the other, my gaze meeting tangled navy sheets. Wait a minute! I don’t own silk sheetsI sat up too quickly, caugh
Chapter Fifteen. A finalized divorce. Elliott. I held his hand tightly in mine as we strode down the sidewalk together, the crisp, slightly cool night air blew against my skin, ruffling my hair, bringing with it the scent of the sea. The tapping of my heels echoed on the asphalt as we continued walking, the comfortable silence stretching between us as we went. I wanted to ask him where he was taking me and why it was so far away from the apartment but I couldn’t find it in me to disrupt this peaceful stretch of stillness around us. I sucked in a breath and squeezed his fingers in mine slightly. Admittedly, I was getting a tad bit impatient. I had been waiting all day for this surprise. It was as if he could sense my agitation, he glanced at me, his eyes twinkling in the soft light emanating from the lamp posts
continued from the previous part...... Kain. These paperwork were making my eyes cross. I blew out a huge sigh before flipping to the next page of the stack of documents I held. This is so exhausting. This will be the last time I lose a round of rock, paper, scissors to Seth. That stupid motherfucker. I reached for my mug and sipped at some coffee, this was basically my routine now. Staying late at the office staring at an ever increasing stack of paperwork until my eyes cross and I call it a night at usually 3am So far for an exciting life. Damn! I still remember when I was 23, all those wild parties. Seems like a lifetime ago. I ran my hand through my disheveled hair and closed my eyes for a few seconds. I wonder
Chapter Fourteen. Drunken memories. Kain. The door closed behind me, the sound echoing around the silent apartment. Elliott was probably in our room getting ready. I let out a huge sigh, appreciating the silence and loneliness of my surroundings for a minute before I started towards my room. I lied I lied to Elliott about my job. Staring into her blue eyes, my chest constricted and I just said the first thing that came out of my mouth, construction really?? That was so far from the truth. The truth was so much worse. I couldn’t tell her, I couldn’t tell her that I was a thief, a cheap, petty burglar that preyed on rich people’s empty homes. Seth was the person who brought it up first. He said he had a couple guys who made it big, robbing the houses up on the estate hill and they were looking t
continued from the previous part.... Elliott I stood in my underwear, surveying my closet, looking over my countless number of jeans, plaid shirts and tank tops and silently cursing myself for having not one sexy party dress. I groaned when I noted the time, it was 7:45pm, and Echo would be here in fifteen minutes. I can’t wear jeans to go dancing. Sighing I sifted through my closet, pushing apart jeans after jeans until a black sequined fabric at the very back of my closet caught my eye. What is that? I pulled the dress out and my eyes widened. I remember this dress. I bit my lip as I took in the black shimmering fabric of the strappy, bodycon dress with a very high thigh slit. I still had this dress? This was the dress I wore out with Kain on my birthday all those yea
Chapter Thirteen. Drunk with my friends. Elliott. I woke up to the sun shining onto my face through the window and an empty space beside me. I groaned as I felt around blindly for Kain. He wasn’t there, his pillow cold. After we made love again, we fell asleep, snuggled into each other. I sat up and looked around our messy bedroom, blinking the sleep from my eyes. The wall clock across the bed told me it was just 11:30am, that I had been asleep for five hours and it was still my birthday. I smirked, I was finally 20. Weirdly, I didn’t feel any different but I did feel happy. Birthdays were always my favourite occasion, I loved the fuss and the presents and the cake. God! I loved the cake. Ever since my parents and sister died, I haven’t found the zeal to celebrate my birthday because it just reminded me of how alone I was, that I h