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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,
Kain has finally moved on, Is this a good thing? what about Elliott? what will happen to her and Forrest? will they be able to fix things? Please vote, like and comment.
Chapter one A nightmare wedding. Elliott. Today is a brand new day Today, I will be a better person than I was yesterday. Today, I will be ladylike and polite Today, I will try not to imagine ripping someone's head off. "These morning affirmations are ass." I commented, sinking lower into the brown leather couch I sat on. "You've gotta keep working on them Elliott, just saying it doesn't make them happen" Dr Sybian, my therapist drawled out from across where I sat, folding her long legs, her brilliant green eyes still glued to my dream journal on her lap. "Maybe if you change them, maybe I'll make an effort to be lady like and polite and not want to rip off heads" I muttered under my breath, picking at a loose fray on my jeans. She didn't reply, although I
Continued from the previous part.... "Come in" I said and watched as the door swung inwards, exposing the person behind the door who was most certainly not 'Room service' My mouth immediately went dry, my legs shook underneath me as the ghost of my past strode into my bridal suite and shut the door soildly behind him. What the fuck?! Kain turned to me, a wide smile on his face "Long time no see Elly" From across the room, I could see the changes 12 years had brought on Kain Griffin. He was buffer, more muscular, his pitch black hair curled around his face like a noir curtain, his cold, dark eyes had a few smile lines around them. He still sported that gold nose ring that curved around his left nostril snugly, his cherry red lips pulled back to expose his perfect pearly teeth in a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He took a single step forward, drawing my attention to his clothes. He wore coal bl
Chapter two. A blast from the past. Kain. I blinked at the hand gun pointed between my eyes, raising my hands over my head slowly. The hand that held the gun firmly to my forehead was tanned and petite, definitely feminine. I looked upwards at my captor and immediately I felt my stomach twist. Fiery blue eyes stared down at me unflinchingly out of a face that was angelic but had a touch of the devil. Ash brown hair cut into a severe pixie cut, eyes that shone with blue fire and a pair of ruby lips that were sneering at me right now. Fuck! Those lips. I can imagine them wrapped around my cock. She was easily the best thing I've seen in ages. "Move or make a sound and I'll splatter your brains all over this workshop" She said, her voice husky, a total contrast to her angel face. Who would've thought tha
Continued from the previous part....... Present. I closed the door firmly behind me and leaned heavily against it, blowing out the breath I held in. Fuck! I felt like hitting something, no someone Preferably the bitch of a man that was about to marry my girl. My Elliott I gritted my teeth and pushed off the door, stalking down the hallway. Fuck! She looked so fucking good, so goddamn good. So damn fuckable. With those red lips......and those tits. I felt my cock stirring and I groaned inwardly. Its been so long. Too fucking long, but she still makes me so horny, like a virgin teenager. A deep buried wave of possession crested and crashed over me and I felt my fists curl. I can't Elliott slip away just when I found her again. I don't care what I have to do, or who I have to kill to keep her. She was mine.
Chapter three. Things we do for lust. Elliott Metallica pounded in my ears as my hands and feet moved methodically, skating around the smooth tar, the wheels underneath my feet gliding smoothly as I speared and deposited trash into the black garbage bag I carried. Community service in the height of the South Carolina summer is so wrong, but what’s a bitch to do? Especially when it court mandated community service. I sighed and wiped sweat off my brow, this sucks! Eleven weeks of community service because of that shit Wesley Eckhart and his stupid red Honda. Jesus! When I get my hands on his slimy self, I will rip his fucking balls off and use them as ping pong balls. Fuck him! I speared at an empty plastic bottle hard, imagining Wesley’s disgusting face on it. Yep! Wesley is at the top of my murder list. Number two is the main person who
Continued from the previous part..... Elliott My heart was in my stomach as strode slowly down that flower strewn aisle, not because my future husband was smiling so widely at me from the altar, not even because somehow my shoes were a tad bit unstable and I could fall at any moment, or because everyone in the goddamn hall was staring at me. No, the reason why I felt like throwing up was because my ex-husband, who I have been having really erotic dreams about for almost two months and who just thirty minutes ago, appeared in my bridal suite and more or less told me he wanted me back, was sitting rather regally at the back row in my wedding hall, his black, cold eyes fixed on me with the brightest smile I have ever seen on him stretching his lips. I blinked. He was smiling? He was happy I was about to marry another man infront of him? Was he planni
Continued from the previous part....... The words couldn’t come out of my mouth because my heart raced like the wheels of a sports car but I forced them out “You wouldn’t….you can’t” I swallowed and tried again, this time fear evident in my words “You can’t kill him” He laughed “I’m sure I can El, I do have a gun now” he paused and motioned to his head with the barrel “and I am psychotic after all” I have to calm him, I have to take that gun from him before he does something drastic that would leave me the newest widow on the block. I stepped towards him, my arms outstretched in a pacifying manner “You need to calm down Kain, please before something happens” He snorted “I’m the calmest I’ve ever been” My eyes darted to the gun he still held tightly, I should never have brought that thing. “Okay then, how about you give me the gun and we’ll talk about this like civilized adults?” He
Chapter Four A honeymoon affair. Kain Fletcher’s gym I sighed as I continued staring up at the clearly old sign hanging over the decrepit store front. A gym huh? This looked more like a crack house than a gym. Seth said she was here? Here? Was he lying? I shook my head, he wouldn’t lie to me, he knew how important finding her was to me. After the last day of a rather blissful stint of community service with Elliott Frost, she disappeared off the face of the earth. I haven’t seen her since that day she gave me the best blowjob of my life in the bathroom of the courthouse right after signing off with our service officer. Fuck! I can still remember her pretty, full, pink lips wrapped around my cock and that mischievous gl
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