Kellan finally appears, dramatically rubbing his belly to confirm to me that he indeed ate and that I'm not going to until I step on that torture device. I eye him when he isn't watching me, and I go over my plans in my head. He wants me. He wants to feel loved and obeyed. No matter how I turn it over in my mind, it is going to fare better for me if I play along. Afterall, I played along carefully before and things were much more tolerable than now. Then I went and fudged it. No. This time I have to be believable. I have to get him to trust me fully. At least until I find an opportunity to escape or maybe help comes.
Despite my aching behind, I turn onto my side and unfurl, stacking my legs to accentuate my shape as I watch him. I remember how he told me once that he thought women were beautiful when they are in pain. So I know that he will enjoy seeing my discomfort, so I don't mask it. I calcul
I wake frustrated, and moping. I wanted those keys! Why the Hell couldn't I just stay awake? It's that tea. It has to be that tea. Something is up with it. Tonight, I will refuse that tea. I shiver as I recall how valiantly I fought for remain awake and how unnaturally strong the urge to sleep was. Creature rests by the bed and Kellan rests behind me. His limbs have me trapped, much like how a spider clutches it's prey with it's legs. I worry about how my brazen acts will impact today's events. I also worry about the ever ringing cellphone. I know it is the one theater he switched my things over too after destroying mine in his rage. I want to reach it so badly. Or those keys. I know better than try to get up now. As soon as I move, he will bolt up after me. I take advantage of the moment to think about the keys, and prepare for the day. Tod
Inside the livingroom is stiff and silent for a moment. Dallas and my dad take the sofa across from Kellan and I. Kellan leans back into the seat, jaw raised in a slight display of arrogance as he displays boredom at the sight of Dallas. Dallas on the other hand seems intimidated and flustered, as he looks to the larger man at my side. Dad seems utterly uncomfortable and confused. And me? Well, I might as well not exist at this point. I am lost among the cold war taking place before us. Shots are fired and battles are being fought right now that nobody can see or hear. Kellan's calloused hand finds my inner thigh and I cringe under the touch. Dallas looks away and Kellan sits forward in his seat, smug. "Alina." Dad breaks the silence. I turn my attention towards him to avoid the other two sets of eyes. "Hsve you heard from your mother?" I'm unsure how to safely answer, and it's hard to lie under my father's strict and all
The phone call was tough, much tougher than I expected. He gave me the details for the services. Two days from now, and graveside. Apparently she didn't want to have a visitation. Dallas kept trying to talk about us, and it was scaring me. Kellan had me sitting on his knees, and I didn't want to be cruel to Dallas's feelings, but I also didn't want any more excruciating injuries to deal with. I was already self conscious and hurting enough. "Alina. I hope you don't think I was in with your dad on his weird ass outburst. He hadn't even let in to me that he was going to say anything like that. I know you probably can't say anything outright, but something is wrong. It's not drugs. I know you better. Even if you no longer want me, I just want you to know that you can come to me for help if you need it. I don't want you to feel trapped." "Dad's been w
I test the knife across my skin, trying to ignore the gun feet away. I tell myself just to do it, but when I put the blade deeper I scream and flinch. My hand is far too shaky. I'd skin myself alive before I could make a crisp line. I try to focus on anything else, as my nerves and emotions merge. I growl in rage and I stab the knife into the floor, cursing. I pull my legs up, heels on the floor, knees bent and I fist my hair. "That's hardly even a paper cut, Alina. You are better than this." His taunting only enrages me more. "Leave me alone. Damn it. Some of us aren't bonkers. Some of us don't stab ourselves with wild dhit or burn our own tits with a hot blade from a fire pit." I snarl. "You know damn well I won't leave you alone. Calm your ass. You killed a woman with a briefcase and another w
It's bittersweet, you know? Moving, packing up. Having to put the pieces of you past, or previous life into a box to start new. The emotions I had unpacking my things from leaving Dallas, have mutated, and the new form of them leaves me sullen here. There was never much, but the photo albums haunt me when they fall open and reveal a photo of mom and I, or a few of Dallas I hadn't gotten to toss yet.Kellan decided we'd start with my house though. Smaller, fewer things. I'm still worn out and tender from the ridiculous day I had yesterday and lack of rest. This slows me, almost as much as these damn padded cuffs. Kellan doesn't complain though, he just helps me with things that prove difficult. Like taking away the albums and putting them away, or taking large sections of clothes with hangers down from the closet.He decides we'll leave the futon, book shelves, and even the box spring and mattress as they are big and we won't need them. We fo
My feet are pressed firmly into the floor board to stop their shaking. I keep wetting my dry lips and I sit with my hands in my thighs to keep from being observed constantly wiping them. I need to appear docile and calm, he can't know what I'm doing. I also think of backup plans in the event my attempt fails as it very well could. The rain picks up outside, and we pull into the drive. My muscles coil in wait as I anticipate him coming to open the door. I debate leaping into his snd going out that way, but he could see and keep smashing the lock on the key fob to hold me up until he could reach me. I also could fumble or get caught before I could wrestle my way across and jump out. Then, my backup plan would be useless. I could never lie my way out of that. His hand leaves me as he parks and makes his exit. The rain becomes more aggressive, almost a warning. It beats down ominously and
Exhaustion settles in, the coyote is wearing down much slower than I am. I tremble with my efforts, sweat beading across my body as I work furiously to finish him off. Before he finishes me. It's too big though, too stout, and with out my arms I can't kill it. I tried even to bite its neck, but it's fur was too dense for my smaller human teeth to get deep enough into it's pelt. The sounds of feet and howls in the distance remind me that I have a continuously shrinking time frame. I am going to die. I barely avoid a snap near my eye, but my quick thinking spared me. The beast bites into the rope near my wrist instead, and with a sharp movement I am able to free an arm without losing my grip with my elbows on the animal's throat. I jab its eye blindly with my freed forearm. It tips and snarls, and I rake it's eyes again and dig my fingers into it's throat just under it's jaw as I
*Dallas's POV* I wipe down my black dress shoes and quickly check my reflection before rushing to answer the screeching door bell. Alina's father would be here soon, i asked him to visit with me before her mother's services. I despise the man, but being in good with her family might be the only way to stay in touch with her now. Dealing with Brett is worth it not to be completely shut out from my soon to be ex wife. Ex wife. It really is happening. Once those papers are signed, it's done. She'll likely want to sign them today. I spent the last two years reveling in scandal and flings, salivating at the thought of ditching her. Of being free and finding a woman more my family's caliber. A woman of class, confidence and oozing sex appeal. I found several, but I messed up. As much as I enjoyed the women, they just weren't wife material in the way A