The inconsideration for his sleeping daughter caused her to wake suddenly.
Good job she was only a baby, I couldn't cope if she saw me like this. Ever since I've sworn to protect her little body, heart, and mind. She needs sunshine and rainbows, not dark sky's and thunderstorms. Which is how I would describe the life endured by Robert. Maybe I looked a little strange running out like that. It was quicker than a switch flicking on or off; I pegged it out the doors as quick as possible. But I needed to keep us safe. Hope needed to be safe. We'd been walking for almost five minutes, and I was looking around to see if he followed us like a wanted criminal on the run. I looked completely, utterly, terrified, and I didn't even have to look at my face to know it. I could see Hopes as I held her in my arms while we walked. Ironically, she was terrified of me trying to protect her from ever having to feel the way she was looking at me now. My heart sunk, and I could feel the tears burning my eyelids, clouding my vision as they were about to spill. I blinked rapidly to stop them falling, and gave her a tight hug. "I'm sorry baby." Too late, the tears were now falling, and I couldn't stop them. -------- NATE I had been stood staring at the huge glass doors for the past few minutes. The gorgeous woman, with all those secrets behind her eyes, had ran quicker than I could say stop. I don't know what I did, and I was sure she was not from round here. When she ran I saw the terrified, desperate look on her face. It's what stopped me from running after her. Maybe I wanted to know why she ran, but something tells me it has little to do with what I did, and more to do with the fear behind those sapphire irises. I don't think I'll ever get those eyes out my head. I was already envisioning how beautiful they would look after I've kissed her senseless. I'm already longing to see them looking back at me while standing in my embrace; my arms tightly around her hips. Protecting her, and claiming her. The aggravating thought of reality hit me. I couldn't do that because she ran away from me, and all I know is her first name. I didn't even get to ask if she was in a relationship. Fuck I wanted to convince myself that it was for the best as I couldn't trust another woman, but she might not know who I am. Meaning she doesn't have a clue how much money I possess, or my line of work. Maybe I'm being hopeful - which if it's not true, will make my heart sink - but I've not felt this way about a woman since Sheila. I want to own her. Possess every inch of her. I don't even know the woman, and I'm getting obsessive. Sighing, I slowly strolled out the shop, and glanced around to see if I could see her. See if she was sitting in a car, walking back, maybe she didn't walk all the way to the park? But I was unlucky. She was completely out of sight, and it made me feel even worse about my day. That reminded me that I needed to make a huge business decision - and fast. I hopped into my car, and drove off to the office. Hopefully, I'd forget about the woman who's already consuming my thoughts, but something tells me I won't. Back at the office the tension was thick in the building. They all knew what I had a decision on, and they were all trying not to watch me as I stalked through the place. I think stalked might be the wrong term - stomped? Raged? Meeting Daisy, and facing my business decision had made me feel like shit. I wished I had ran after her. Chased her till she stopped. But deep down I know there's a reason she ran, and I could see it etched deep under her features. The thought made me nervous, why would she be so scared of me. Maybe she did have a boyfriend or partner? Or She's been hurt before? The latter opened up many more questions, and my stomach sickened. I wasn't about to let those thoughts consume my mind, and worry about a woman I didn't know. Yet the fear I saw is building my own fear on her, and I wanted to make sure she was okay. I slumped down on my fancy spinning chair, and interlocked my fingers on my lap. I was envisioning all the perfect images of Daisy, as I stared off into space. "Did you get your coffee boss" Harriet entered my office, and her usual bright, airy smile had been turned into a concerned scowl. "What happened?" She knew better than anyone that the deal with the investors was no longer why I looked so gloomy, and depressed. I let out an exasperated breath, and looked at her as I began to speak. "My morning went from bad to worse" "Okaaayyyy, and how is that?" Did I want to confess to Harriet that I was obsessing over Daisy? A woman I spoke to for all of five minutes, and whom ran away from me? "Nothing it doesn't matter. I'm going to sit and think over this proposal" Being my assistant for ten years also meant that she knew not to pry into my personal life. Not in an offensive way, but I don't want to talk about it to her. I don't to anyone, and she respects this understandingly. "Okay, but you know where I am Nate" She squeezed my shoulder, gave a small smile, and walked back to her desk. Maybe I just needed to forget about her? I was just lonely, and I haven't had a woman under me for a few days that's probably all it is. I don't do relationships, commitment, and love. She isn't anything special I tried to tell myself that, and push her captivating sapphires to the back of my brain. By the end of the day I still hadn't made a decision on the deal, but I'd carved a few copies of Daisy's gorgeous appearance into my brain, stored them in a special place, and left one out at the front of my brain. I was driving myself insane. I raked my hands through my dark tousled hair, and sighed. I know what I needed to do. Me: J, meet me at the rocks in an hour Jack: what's got your knickers in a twist? Idiot Jacks my best friend, and probably the one person I talk about shit to. He knows everything there is to know about Sheila, and if he finds out about Daisy he'll laugh at me, so instead I opt for a simple reply. Me: just need a drink, bro. Got a deal with an investor to sort out before 6 It was four now, so that meant I'd have less than an hour to decide once I got to the bar. I just hoped I made the right decision.DAISYAfter my morning from hell, I decided to stay in. Me and hope spent the day in the garden, and I ordered a slide to be delivered tomorrow so she could enjoy herself out here. I needed to order a sand pit too, but that would have to wait. Money wasn't something I could throw around. I was a teacher, and therefore didn't earn much money working in a private nursery. Once bills were paid, the food shop was done, and making sure Hope had everything she needed, there wasn't much left over. However, before I met Robert I was used to budgeting; I never came from an upper class family like Robert. Robert never had to worry about money, even before his business was booming, his parents were also billionaires. They owned several different companies, and what made it so hard for me to leave initially. People with money have an advantage that people like me don't. They can use it to manipulate, and receive what they want, where as I couldn't do that. Yes I was the wife of a rich man, bu
NATEAfter thinking long and hard about my business decision, I decided to take the investors up on their offer. Jack said I was being ridiculous, and I could afford to lose out on forty percent when I was still receiving the full sixty. He was right, and maybe I was just being a little greedy. Realistically, they deserved it as they were going to make the new range sell. I just hope I'm right about that, and don't regret it. "So, now you've made that huge decision can we talk about what's actually rattled your cage today?" He was good. Maybe that's why he was a counsellor? He could read people perfectly. But the thought of talking about the sweet angel in the coffee shop shook my insides into a ball of nerves. He would laugh, and I would have to face the terrifying thoughts that she has deeper reasons to be scared of me than a current boyfriend. I couldn't get the sadness out of her eyes, and the fear when she turned to the door and ran. I knew fear when I saw it, and I wasn't le
NATEMy heart had officially broken for a stranger. It had been two days since I met Daisy, and two days since I witnessed her have an ultimate breakdown in the bar after I grabbed her arm. I didn't mean to scare her, hell I didn't even grab her that hard. My fingers barely grasped her tiny arm, yet she flinched. She actually jumped from my touch. It was like an electrical current had sparked her body; scaring her, and preparing her for unexpected death.I couldn't understand why she had jumped so frantically. My thoughts were consumed by the frightened look on her angelic features. The fear I saw in her eyes that morning had spread like tree branches taking over her whole face. Her lips were trembling. Her face was white, and hard as stone. I swallowed the bile in my throat as I imagined her reaction again for the fiftieth time this morning. My heart had jumped straight out of my body when she reacted that way, and I was desperate for answers. Why would my touch scare her so much
NATE I was lucky to find Daisy. She might not of been there if I'd gone an hour later, or earlier. Maybe that was a sign? Or maybe it meant nothing because she still hadn't text, and it had been over an hour. I know I gave her the option when she was ready, but I was so desperate for a response. I'd been sitting on my king sized bed staring up at the ceiling, and imagining those lush lips, and beautiful curves I could devour. I'd never been so intrigued by a woman, and it made it worse knowing I couldn't have her. My phone vibrating in my back pocket shot my body to standing position. I didn't want to look. What if it was her? What if she said no? What if she said yes? What if it's not her? I shut my eyes, let out a much needed deep breath, and then looked. MomAs much as I love my dear mother, I'm still disappointed it isn't Daisy. Now she was calling. Jesus. "Hey mom, are you okay?" I put on my best happy voice so she knew I wanted to talk."Hello my dear, I was just calling
DAISYNate: see you Friday xMe: see you Friday too xxA kiss. A simple 'x' that is one line crossed with another. It's used in lots of words. Can be used to identify as something being 'wrong'. All the different ways you can us it, yet the reason he's used it is different. If I put a kiss on the end of a text it's to be nice. Friendly. Only this wasn't to be friendly. It's his way of showing his feelings. That he likes me. Likes me in a more intimate way than a friend, and now we were going on a date. A date that meant potential actual kisses. His mouth on mine. Not a line crossed with a line. An actual, real life, kiss. I was supposed to be panicking, and I sounded like I was. Maybe I was a little. But I was more excited. Deep down I couldn't wait to kiss him. I couldn't wait to roam my hands all over him. I swallowed as I daydreamed over Nate. Realisation hit that me that I wasn't the same woman a few years back that had the freedom to like a man, and pursue him. My stomach su
NATEWow. Fucking wow. I've not stopped admiring how beautiful Daisy looks in this white, off-the shoulder dress. It's sitting perfectly below her shoulders, and - not that it's important - her breasts look divine. As soon as I saw her in it, I swallowed a needy growl. I couldn't help let my eyes wander up and down, lingering on her stunning face. The face I hadn't been able to forget these past few weeks, and now I definitely wasn't going to lose sight of it. She'd applied a generous amount of makeup, which wasn't needed, but it still enhanced all her features. Her eyes were popping, sparkling even, through her jet black eyelashes which were fanned out on her rosy cheeks. The strawberry red lipstick stood out even more; her lips were as luscious and juicy as a strawberry. I wanted to sink my lips onto them, and redden them even more. I was determined to kiss the hell out of those lips later. I wanted to see them swollen, and smudged; stained with my taste instead of her lipstick.
DAISYHuge arms enveloped around my body, as my head came into contact with a hard chest. We were moving somewhere, with me cradled in his arms. He had a firm grip on me, but he was gentle. Nothing like the times Robert would pick me up, and drag me across the floor. Or chuck me onto the surface of anything, hard or soft.What if it was Robert? Had he come back? Was he here to hurt me? Maybe he was tricking me?I flinched as I was gently placed on something soft, my bed maybe? I tried to fight free from his arms, but he kept a firm grip on my shoulders. I was gasping for air, pushing, desperate for him to move. "No. Get off me, please your not supposed to be here." I yelled, and pleaded through tears. I was choking from the tremor inside my body, it wasn't until I heard his voice that I began to calm down."Shhh, Daisy you're okay it's me." Nate.Oh god.I felt the shame crawl up my skin, embarrassment drowned my cheeks with colour. I wanted the floor to open up, and swallow me wh
DAISYThe warm soft breeze wove through my loose curly strands, as they floated behind me. Hopes hair was in a neat pony tail, yet she still had clumps of hair slapping her in the face. Her tiny little lips were pressed together to blow away the strays in her mouth. She made an unattractive noise, it almost sounded similar to blowing a raspberry, as her face scrunched up in disgust. She earnt an amused look from me, and even a tiny laugh as I selfishly watched her try to overcome the wind. Eventually, I pulled the strands away from her face. She rewarded me with a huge, vibrant smile – eyes squinting as she attempted to look up at me – as well as a "Thank you mommy" from her sweet like candy voice. Unashamedly I'd matched us in similar clothing: she had a pink, halter neck sun dress with jelly white sandals, while I had a lowcut pink sun dress on also with white sandals; only difference was the material of our shoes as mine had a leather strap crossing the middle, and my dress was sl
Nate ~ 6 months later. I take one look at my beautiful wife and feel a tight pulling on my heart strings. She's so perfect, so beautiful, and goddamn sexy. But she's also amazing inside too. Even more amazing now there's something else inside her. Baby Clarke: Due October 10th. I held the baby scan in front of my face for what felt like the hundredth time, but simultaneously still felt like the first. The excitement building inside my chest, the pounding of my heart, and the love I already carried inside me for this little human that wasn't even here yet, was enough to convince me my life was perfect. I lifted my eyes up to Daisy again, smiling as she laughed so hard at something my mother said about my father, and then dropped my eyes back to the scan picture. I'm sure there was a twinkle in my eye, I was the happiest I could be. After Robert made his final entrance into our lives and tried to officially end Daisies, but ended up dead himself, we were free. He could no longer hu
NateIt's been a week since Daisy's outburst. I've been mentally preparing myself if she has another, but there's only so much I can do. Next time, if there is a next time, she could leave and never come back. The thought makes me anxious and terrified, but hopefully with a counsellor there shouldn't be anything to worry about.We both agreed that at least one session a week would be beneficial and, if she doesn't feel too comfortable, I can attend the sessions with her. The counsellor agreed it was okay and explained it can be extremely helpful in these situations. I just wanted my girl back and happy. I lay beside her in bed, arm possessively wrapped around her and stroking her bare back. She was so fucking perfect. Little snores vibrated on my chest and filled my ears, making me smile down at her. She would definitely call me a creep if she knew I was watching her sleep, but I couldn't help myself. She was soon to be my wife and no woman compared to her, no one could ever hold my
DaisyI woke to soft, feathery sheets enveloping me; memory foam surrounding my head; and a big, strong arm wrapped across me. Nate was holding onto me as if I was about to slip out of his hold if he didn't. Fingers curled around my waist, while the rest of his rock solid body pressed against my back. I hummed contently. I'd missed this so much being in hospital. The beds were uncomfortable and my gorgeous boyfriend - no fiancé - wasn't beside me all night, holding me tight."Morning, beautiful." His husky voice was music to my ears, so sexy and hot. I turned so I was facing him. Sleep looked good on him, his eyes were heavy and his hair was more tousled than usual. "You're so sexy." "As much as I want to ravage you right now, and show you just how sexy I can be," He growled, nipping at my earlobe. "Hope is due in school today and there's nothing better than her mommy being able to take her." A big smile spread across my face. I'd completely forgot about Hope being back at school.
Daisy To be awake, to be alive, and to see the two most important people to me, is beyond amazing. I look up at Nates face to see him tickling Hope and making her laugh, a smile spread on my face. It's all I need right now. Of course, being awake has its disadvantages too. Like the fact Robert was the first face I saw when my eyes opened. I still hadn't told anybody that he was definitely here, albeit I heard rumours. Sometimes, I think the detectives think I'm hard of hearing and not suffering a gunshot wound. Each time they escort Nate outside the room, I hear them. It's starting to get irritating. As if the detective had pulled out a crystal ball and began trying to read my mind, he entered the room. First, he addressed Nate. "Good morning, I see you're all happy today. That's what I like to see." Then he turned to me. His face changed instantly. "And, how are you? Daisy." I scoffed. I'm not sure why I was being so sour towards him today, but I wasn't in the mood for his usual
Nate A week passed and Daisy still wasn't awake. I was losing my mind. Why couldn't she just wake up? It had been nearly four months, Christmas was almost here. "Daddy? I really want mommy to wake up now." Hope climbed onto my lap, blankie in hand, with eyes so sad. "I know baby, so do I." I gave her a cuddle, rubbing her back. "Would you like to see her again?" It was a rational decision. It was about eight in evening, she should have been in bed. But I was missing Daisy more than ever tonight too. "Yes! Can we go now?" She jumped up, accidentally kicking me in the stomach. I hid a groan. "Of course, go put your slippers on. You can go in your pyjamas." I chucked a pair of sweats on with a plain T-shirt while she found her slippers, and waited at the door. She came running in with so much excitement, I couldn't contain my smile. She was so precious. I picked her up and carried her to the car. I was surprised she hadn't fell asleep in the car, but once we got there she was stil
Nate"Hope, which one will mommy love?" "Hmm," she twisted her mouth with her index finger patting her lips. "I think that one, daddy" Engagement rings. She hadn't woke up yet, but she would. She had to. I had faith. In a moment of madness, but definitely not something I regret, I asked Daisy to marry me. I meant every word I said to her and would say it a thousand times over if I could. I was getting this ring, and in a few weeks time - maybe months, I was getting down on one knee and sliding it on her left hand. She was going to be Mrs Clarke. Hope had pointed to a rose gold ring. It was beautiful. I always imagined ordinary gold or silver, but this was different. Beautiful and unique like her. It stood out like she did. The diamond in the middle sparkled against the glass as the tiny bit of sun we had shone through, brightening Hopes little face up. I already imagined both their faces the day it happens, especially when I mention her little girl picked the ring. "Okay, we'll go
Three months laterNate"Now then, Hope, what are you bringing for mommy today?" I kneeled down to her level, pushing her stray hairs behind her ears. "A teddy bear. They always make me feel safe when I'm asleep" she cuddled the grey bear in her arms, squeezing tight with her eyes shut. "Perfect" I whispered, so she couldn't hear the tears in my voice. It had been three months since Robert shot Daisy. I'd spent endless nights lying awake, praying for the positive. It seemed, the positive - if there was any, didn't want to be my friend. If there was such thing as a god, like we all want to believe, then where was he? Where was he when Daisy was being tortured by her husband? Where was he when she was kidnapped? And where was he right now? Daisy had been comatose for three months. Where was he? I was never a church guy, if I'm honest, but now I attended church each Sunday with Hope and spent more time than I ever imagined in the chapel in the hospital. She'd ask why we were sitting,
DaisyThe continuous ring in my ears was agonising. A monotonous buzzing amongst a bunch of muffled screams. It was the only noise surrounding us, yet all I could hear was my fear; the erratic pounding of my heart and heavy breathing. He was here. A life threatening bomb had exploded on the floors above us, and I was more frightened by his presence. Charcoal smoke started to fill my lungs and interfere with my sight as it danced past us slowly but quickly. I could briefly feel Hopes tiny body shaking in my arms, and the agonising sound of her cries. He did this. He was hurting our little girl. Why did he do it? Why was he so cruel? My head felt swamped with anger and memories I didn't want as I remembered all those times he hurt me. Each time there was less physical pain from becoming accustomed to it, but the pain I felt inside, the emotion tearing inside my chest, grew a centimetre each time. His anger-led words, dripping with venom and torture, became believable. Useless. Worthle
NateThe wedding had started over half an hour ago. We were seated on the front row of chairs with my mother and father, and there were several security guards hidden around us. I didn't tell Daisy, I didn't want her to know that I'd hired several tough-looking men to watch over us in case of her ex. She hadn't mentioned any fears of Robert being here today, so I wanted to take precaution without worrying her. "She looks so beautiful" she whispered to me as she gazed at Sheila. "Not as beautiful as you" and I meant it. I wasn't just saying it. She really did look breathtaking. The stylists had made her look gorgeous without going too over the top. She had a baby pink midi dress hugging her curves, which fell off her shoulders. It exposed just enough cleavage to make my cock hard and jealousy spike through me as I imagined all the attention she'd receive for it, but she looked beautiful. Her hair was in big curls, softly floating around her shoulders, and her lips were a subtle pink