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“Of course.”
It was only a matter of time he would see her again. Maybe hours. Maybe days. He was going to fix this.
He set the phone down and looked about his apartment. It was just so fucking empty without her. He was trying so hard to keep it together when all he wanted to do was break down. He couldn’t, not with Trevon lingering around the apartment like a bad smell.
When a knock sounded at the door, his heart soared. Was that her? It had to be her.
It was her.
She had come back.
He raced to it and nearly took the door right off its hinges with the amount of force he’d exuded opening it.
What he saw stomped away every shred of hope he had.
Two officers stood before him bearing stern expressions and an unpleasant demeanour. He instantly knew something was very wrong. His blood ran cold and his thoughts repeated the same line over and over again.
Please tell me nothing happened to her. Please tell me nothing happened to her. Please…
But they weren’t there for her.
Five
The days blended together until time became an illusion. It was slipping through my grasp until I couldn’t differentiate a minute from an hour. At first, my mind was numb by the repetition. Yet I never asked Remy when this would end. When he’d leave in the mornings, I’d feel loss and loneliness. Sitting in a room all on my own all day without a way to get out, my sanity was receding, leaving me pathetically needy and in want of interaction.
I went mad.
I did all I could to pass the time. I read the books he’d bring me, watched movies until my eyes hurt, listened to the crappiest music ever… At first, I deeply resented him. So many times I wanted to scream at him and ask him why he was doing this to me! I’d sit around and rehearse my ranting speech; the curses that came to mind were so colourful and hurtful, they were words you wouldn’t even say to your worst enemy.
Then, in the evenings, he’d come back… and I was alive again.
I’d forget all the choice words I’d put aside for him because if I didn’t have him, what the fuck did I have? Always I wanted to get nearer to him; to feel another human being’s flesh as a reminder that I wasn’t alone. Remy’s voice became music to my ears, and I’d close my eyes when he spoke at times and just listen to his deep, baritone words. They soothed me and filled the loneliness with his presence that I was rapidly becoming attached to.
The outside world didn’t seem to exist anymore. Sometimes I’d listen in on the nothing around me for hours on end. I’d close my eyes and remember the feel of wind against my face, but it was never enough.
I was detached. By everything. Memories no longer consoled me because I’d relived them over and over again. I had the option of talking to myself, but I wasn’t at that batshit level of craziness… yet. Not even Jaxon’s face brought a stir in my chest because I couldn’t remember his voice, or the curves of his face, or the feel of his hands on my body. I didn’t even dream of anything.
Loneliness is a sickness, and I was clutching onto the only living thing I had at the time: Remy.
Cold nights in bed had me comfortably easing into his side, seeking his warmth. He never backed away from me, but he never came closer either. It’s not that he was pushing me away. It was actually the complete opposite. This was him giving me the power. To do what? Well, I already knew. He wanted me, and he was waiting on me to make the move.
I never did.
Reality was confusing the ever living shit out of me. Attraction to another human being wasn’t supposed to happen this way. This dependency on his presence wasn’t healthy. My mind was telling me this much with clarity and it was comforting to know I still had logic when I sometimes doubted my sanity.
However, my heart and being were a different matter altogether. It was yearning for human contact, yearning to be cared and loved. Fighting my heart with my mind was exhausting, and it was the most difficult at nights when tucked into the warmth of a man that wanted me at my command.
One very desperate time I entertained the notion of going that extra step. It seemed easy – too easy, really. I could embrace that I was a Jackal. I’d be welcomed into the club at his side, and it would be the most uncomplicated relationship. When it came to Remy personally, there was nothing remotely unlikeable about him. He’d come out of his shell, engaged in conversations, listened to me talk with untiring interest. He chose to be here with me when he could have been anywhere else.
And there rested the problem. My confusion was distorting what little logic I was able to retain. He’d put me in here and I felt… gratitude when he came to be with me. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew it was wrong and that his excuse for keeping me here was weak at best. Only…I couldn’t help myself.
I hated my feelings. I hated how fast they were growing and how helpless I felt at it all. I couldn’t get away from him to stop them from festering, and I didn’t want to get away either. I didn’t want to be alone. I was so sick of being alone.
But at the same time, I didn’t trust myself. I wouldn’t do anything with him – this much I was certain of.
Jaxon. Jaxon. Jaxon. My mind could only repeat the name now in times of crisis, firing out of pure instinct. He was a prayer on my lips.
Jaxon. Jaxon. Jaxon.
*****
“Where do you see us ten years from now?” I asked him the first night at our apartment in Winthrop.
We were naked and exhausted after a day of christening the bed -- the bed that was our one and only furniture in the apartment. It never mattered to me one bit I was in an empty shell of an apartment with the only piece of furniture under me. I was just so damn happy to be with him.
“You beneath me and me inside of you,” he sleepily answered with a lazy kiss on my shoulder.
I nudged him with my elbow and tried to turn away from our spooning position, but he held me captive with his arm around my waist, not allowing me an inch to budge.
“I’m serious,” I said. “Where do you see us ten years from now?”
He inhaled sharply and stirred, rousing himself out of his sleepy state.
“Is this you wanting some cliché answer? Because it’s all I’m going to give you, Tiny.”
“I want your honesty.”
Quiet.
Then, “I see us married. I see you fat from having four of my kids. I’ll be bald from the stress of having four kids. We’ll be driving the most exciting family van you’ve ever seen in your life, towing the kids to and from school, dropping little Tiny at her ballet class and little Jax at boxing – because no son of mine is going to not learn how to fight.
“We’ll be in a good sized home. Each kid will have their own room. You and I will have a master bedroom with our very own ensuite because kids leave shit stains on toilets, and no toilet I sit on will have shit stains unless they’re my own. I’ll be working some shitty job, most likely. You’ll be doing what you love, hopefully. Either way, we’ll be home in time for dinner because if there’s one thing Mom stressed to me, it’s always having family time at least once a day.
“Then we’ll be putting the kids to bed relatively early, and they’ll most likely hate us for it and secretly stay up. At that point we’ll have retreated to our room where we’ll proceed to fuck like bunny rabbits. Put that on repeat, and I call that a damn good life ten years from now.”
Silence filled the room for one very long minute. I reflected on his words in quiet giddiness, tucking my mouth into the covers to hide my equally giddy smile.
“Happy with that?” he then asked, tracing circles along my stomach with his fingernails.
“Happy that you think I’ll be fat?”
He laughed loudly. “I’m glad out of all of that you focus on that very minor detail.”
“It’s not very minor at all. It’s a rather big detail, if you ask me.”
“You need some weight on you, babe. I’ll be enjoying the taste of your womanliness. I’ll be getting it the worst. If you haven’t already heard, I’ll be bald.”
I brought my hand to the back of my head where he was resting his face and tugged on his hair. “I’m not sure I could be with you if you’re bald.”
“The hair has gotta go at some point regardless. I can’t have it this long forever.”
“Now you’re breaking my heart. I never want you to cut it off.”
He kissed my hand as I stroked his cheek. “Don’t worry. It’ll stay long ‘til your heart’s content, Tiny.”
“Good.” I moved up and gave him a swift kiss on the lips. “I’m glad you see us having a family. I always thought…” I paused, unsure how to say what I was thinking.
“You always thought what?”
“With you not having a father around… I always thought you’d be against being a dad yourself.”
I watched his face carefully. I didn’t want to upset him. The topic of his father was never something he enjoyed touching on.
“Having a deadbeat father abandon mom and me before I was even born has been more than enough incentive for me to be the best dad ever when the time comes along, Sara,” he explained with a soft, reassuring smile.
I nodded. “I’m glad.”
“The same goes for you, though. You had the crappiest childhood with the most piece of shit father I’ve ever seen and a mother who cared about her alcohol more than her own daughter. You sure that isn’t going to leave you any scars?”
I shook my head adamantly. “No. How they treated me will never affect who I am. I could never become them and I never will.”
I shook with the certainty, revisiting every evil thing they’d done to me. The words they’d say, always blaming me and hating me, and calling me a life wrecker. As I grew up, I figured it was because Mom was young when she had me, and she’d endured a crap pregnancy that resulted in my premature birth. If I ever did anything wrong around the house, I was called a “birth defect little thing.”
No child of mine would ever feel the mental pain those words created.
I turned my brain off and rested into Jaxon’s arms, feeling the protective warmth of him and knowing I would never be treated badly by him.
*****
I felt Remy’s hand running along my hip, and then a few strands of my hair were tucked away from my face and behind my ear. My first coherent thought upon stirring from my dream was, how odd he’s touching me for once.
I knew his hands well. I’d sought them out more times than I can count in the night. They were always hot and smooth, not what I expected from a big Jackal like him. I could place them anywhere on my body and I was guaranteed warmth – and no, I never placed them anywhere intimate. My skin leeched off his heat and spread it head to toe.
The hand now touched my collarbone, and then it trailed up my neck. The cold, callous feeling jump started my heart immediately.
That’s not Remy’s hand.
Instinct had me opening my mouth to scream before my eyes even opened. Nothing came out. Harsh, heavy tension pressed against my neck, and I tried aimlessly to flail my body around, to get away from him. He was staring down at me – a large, heavy set man with pale blue eyes and a thick brown beard. I’d never seen him before in my life, and he was here, inside the bunker, killing me.
Where’s Remy? I could see nothing except for the round face before me and his black clothing inches away from my face.
I’m going to die! This is how I’m going to die.
Pain erupted around my face, and the pressure of life being sucked out of me built until my chest constricted painfully. My vision blurred as a veil of darkness began to form around the edges.
All I wanted to do was scream, to cry, to beg for mercy, but this man was intent on killing me, and I was beginning to stop the fight. If death was inevitable, I may as well accept it.
They say your life flashes before your eyes right before you die. Load of bullshit, or maybe I wasn’t as close as I thought. But there was one thing that did flash before me, and it was Jaxon’s face. I wish he knew how much I have always loved him. I wish it didn’t have to end this way… It’s shocking how much thought can span one second in time; remorse flooded me at all the horrible things I’d done, and then pain at knowing I would never have the opportunity to correct my mistakes. I’m sorry, I kept thinking, I’m sorry I never made it right.
The pressure immediately lifted off of me, and in the dizziness the room spun repeatedly while I opened my mouth as wide as possible and inhaled all the air I could into my lungs. Deep breaths came in and in and then out and out, over and over again until my senses were back and I could hear the sounds of heavy grunts only feet away from me.
Vision spotty, I blinked rapidly and sat up, watching in horror as Remy’s wet, naked body tackled the man. It was an uneven fight – the killer so large, he had Remy by his own neck and slammed against the wall. Panicked and fear stricken, I watched like a coward on the sidelines waiting for an outcome.
What the fuck are you doing?! Get up!
Get up!
GET UP!
I practically fell out of the bed. My legs felt loose, unable to function properly. Adrenaline and trepidation merged into one, and I found myself jumping on the killer’s back. My hands scratched wildly at his face, and one of his arms let go of Remy’s neck and grabbed at me from behind, pulling at my hair and ripping chunks right out of me.
I screamed from the pain but continued digging my fingers into his face. He growled loudly and abruptly jerked to his side, knocking me swiftly off his back. I collided into the oval mirror in the corner of the room and it crashed to the floor beneath me. Sharp pain erupted from my hip.
It was only a matter of time he would see her again. Maybe hours. Maybe days. He was going to fix this.
He set the phone down and looked about his apartment. It was just so fucking empty without her. He was trying so hard to keep it together when all he wanted to do was break down. He couldn’t, not with Trevon lingering around the apartment like a bad smell.
When a knock sounded at the door, his heart soared. Was that her? It had to be her.
It was her.
She had come back.
He raced to it and nearly took the door right off its hinges with the amount of force he’d exuded opening it.
What he saw stomped away every shred of hope he had.
Two officers stood before him bearing stern expressions and an unpleasant demeanour. He instantly knew something was very wrong. His blood ran cold and his thoughts repeated the same line over and over again.
Please tell me nothing happened to her. Please tell me nothing happened to her. Please…
But they weren’t there for her.
Five
The days blended together until time became an illusion. It was slipping through my grasp until I couldn’t differentiate a minute from an hour. At first, my mind was numb by the repetition. Yet I never asked Remy when this would end. When he’d leave in the mornings, I’d feel loss and loneliness. Sitting in a room all on my own all day without a way to get out, my sanity was receding, leaving me pathetically needy and in want of interaction.
I went mad.
I did all I could to pass the time. I read the books he’d bring me, watched movies until my eyes hurt, listened to the crappiest music ever… At first, I deeply resented him. So many times I wanted to scream at him and ask him why he was doing this to me! I’d sit around and rehearse my ranting speech; the curses that came to mind were so colourful and hurtful, they were words you wouldn’t even say to your worst enemy.
Then, in the evenings, he’d come back… and I was alive again.
I’d forget all the choice words I’d put aside for him because if I didn’t have him, what the fuck did I have? Always I wanted to get nearer to him; to feel another human being’s flesh as a reminder that I wasn’t alone. Remy’s voice became music to my ears, and I’d close my eyes when he spoke at times and just listen to his deep, baritone words. They soothed me and filled the loneliness with his presence that I was rapidly becoming attached to.
The outside world didn’t seem to exist anymore. Sometimes I’d listen in on the nothing around me for hours on end. I’d close my eyes and remember the feel of wind against my face, but it was never enough.
I was detached. By everything. Memories no longer consoled me because I’d relived them over and over again. I had the option of talking to myself, but I wasn’t at that batshit level of craziness… yet. Not even Jaxon’s face brought a stir in my chest because I couldn’t remember his voice, or the curves of his face, or the feel of his hands on my body. I didn’t even dream of anything.
Loneliness is a sickness, and I was clutching onto the only living thing I had at the time: Remy.
Cold nights in bed had me comfortably easing into his side, seeking his warmth. He never backed away from me, but he never came closer either. It’s not that he was pushing me away. It was actually the complete opposite. This was him giving me the power. To do what? Well, I already knew. He wanted me, and he was waiting on me to make the move.
I never did.
Reality was confusing the ever living shit out of me. Attraction to another human being wasn’t supposed to happen this way. This dependency on his presence wasn’t healthy. My mind was telling me this much with clarity and it was comforting to know I still had logic when I sometimes doubted my sanity.
However, my heart and being were a different matter altogether. It was yearning for human contact, yearning to be cared and loved. Fighting my heart with my mind was exhausting, and it was the most difficult at nights when tucked into the warmth of a man that wanted me at my command.
One very desperate time I entertained the notion of going that extra step. It seemed easy – too easy, really. I could embrace that I was a Jackal. I’d be welcomed into the club at his side, and it would be the most uncomplicated relationship. When it came to Remy personally, there was nothing remotely unlikeable about him. He’d come out of his shell, engaged in conversations, listened to me talk with untiring interest. He chose to be here with me when he could have been anywhere else.
And there rested the problem. My confusion was distorting what little logic I was able to retain. He’d put me in here and I felt… gratitude when he came to be with me. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew it was wrong and that his excuse for keeping me here was weak at best. Only…I couldn’t help myself.
I hated my feelings. I hated how fast they were growing and how helpless I felt at it all. I couldn’t get away from him to stop them from festering, and I didn’t want to get away either. I didn’t want to be alone. I was so sick of being alone.
But at the same time, I didn’t trust myself. I wouldn’t do anything with him – this much I was certain of.
Jaxon. Jaxon. Jaxon. My mind could only repeat the name now in times of crisis, firing out of pure instinct. He was a prayer on my lips.
Jaxon. Jaxon. Jaxon.
*****
“Where do you see us ten years from now?” I asked him the first night at our apartment in Winthrop.
We were naked and exhausted after a day of christening the bed -- the bed that was our one and only furniture in the apartment. It never mattered to me one bit I was in an empty shell of an apartment with the only piece of furniture under me. I was just so damn happy to be with him.
“You beneath me and me inside of you,” he sleepily answered with a lazy kiss on my shoulder.
I nudged him with my elbow and tried to turn away from our spooning position, but he held me captive with his arm around my waist, not allowing me an inch to budge.
“I’m serious,” I said. “Where do you see us ten years from now?”
He inhaled sharply and stirred, rousing himself out of his sleepy state.
“Is this you wanting some cliché answer? Because it’s all I’m going to give you, Tiny.”
“I want your honesty.”
Quiet.
Then, “I see us married. I see you fat from having four of my kids. I’ll be bald from the stress of having four kids. We’ll be driving the most exciting family van you’ve ever seen in your life, towing the kids to and from school, dropping little Tiny at her ballet class and little Jax at boxing – because no son of mine is going to not learn how to fight.
“We’ll be in a good sized home. Each kid will have their own room. You and I will have a master bedroom with our very own ensuite because kids leave shit stains on toilets, and no toilet I sit on will have shit stains unless they’re my own. I’ll be working some shitty job, most likely. You’ll be doing what you love, hopefully. Either way, we’ll be home in time for dinner because if there’s one thing Mom stressed to me, it’s always having family time at least once a day.
“Then we’ll be putting the kids to bed relatively early, and they’ll most likely hate us for it and secretly stay up. At that point we’ll have retreated to our room where we’ll proceed to fuck like bunny rabbits. Put that on repeat, and I call that a damn good life ten years from now.”
Silence filled the room for one very long minute. I reflected on his words in quiet giddiness, tucking my mouth into the covers to hide my equally giddy smile.
“Happy with that?” he then asked, tracing circles along my stomach with his fingernails.
“Happy that you think I’ll be fat?”
He laughed loudly. “I’m glad out of all of that you focus on that very minor detail.”
“It’s not very minor at all. It’s a rather big detail, if you ask me.”
“You need some weight on you, babe. I’ll be enjoying the taste of your womanliness. I’ll be getting it the worst. If you haven’t already heard, I’ll be bald.”
I brought my hand to the back of my head where he was resting his face and tugged on his hair. “I’m not sure I could be with you if you’re bald.”
“The hair has gotta go at some point regardless. I can’t have it this long forever.”
“Now you’re breaking my heart. I never want you to cut it off.”
He kissed my hand as I stroked his cheek. “Don’t worry. It’ll stay long ‘til your heart’s content, Tiny.”
“Good.” I moved up and gave him a swift kiss on the lips. “I’m glad you see us having a family. I always thought…” I paused, unsure how to say what I was thinking.
“You always thought what?”
“With you not having a father around… I always thought you’d be against being a dad yourself.”
I watched his face carefully. I didn’t want to upset him. The topic of his father was never something he enjoyed touching on.
“Having a deadbeat father abandon mom and me before I was even born has been more than enough incentive for me to be the best dad ever when the time comes along, Sara,” he explained with a soft, reassuring smile.
I nodded. “I’m glad.”
“The same goes for you, though. You had the crappiest childhood with the most piece of shit father I’ve ever seen and a mother who cared about her alcohol more than her own daughter. You sure that isn’t going to leave you any scars?”
I shook my head adamantly. “No. How they treated me will never affect who I am. I could never become them and I never will.”
I shook with the certainty, revisiting every evil thing they’d done to me. The words they’d say, always blaming me and hating me, and calling me a life wrecker. As I grew up, I figured it was because Mom was young when she had me, and she’d endured a crap pregnancy that resulted in my premature birth. If I ever did anything wrong around the house, I was called a “birth defect little thing.”
No child of mine would ever feel the mental pain those words created.
I turned my brain off and rested into Jaxon’s arms, feeling the protective warmth of him and knowing I would never be treated badly by him.
*****
I felt Remy’s hand running along my hip, and then a few strands of my hair were tucked away from my face and behind my ear. My first coherent thought upon stirring from my dream was, how odd he’s touching me for once.
I knew his hands well. I’d sought them out more times than I can count in the night. They were always hot and smooth, not what I expected from a big Jackal like him. I could place them anywhere on my body and I was guaranteed warmth – and no, I never placed them anywhere intimate. My skin leeched off his heat and spread it head to toe.
The hand now touched my collarbone, and then it trailed up my neck. The cold, callous feeling jump started my heart immediately.
That’s not Remy’s hand.
Instinct had me opening my mouth to scream before my eyes even opened. Nothing came out. Harsh, heavy tension pressed against my neck, and I tried aimlessly to flail my body around, to get away from him. He was staring down at me – a large, heavy set man with pale blue eyes and a thick brown beard. I’d never seen him before in my life, and he was here, inside the bunker, killing me.
Where’s Remy? I could see nothing except for the round face before me and his black clothing inches away from my face.
I’m going to die! This is how I’m going to die.
Pain erupted around my face, and the pressure of life being sucked out of me built until my chest constricted painfully. My vision blurred as a veil of darkness began to form around the edges.
All I wanted to do was scream, to cry, to beg for mercy, but this man was intent on killing me, and I was beginning to stop the fight. If death was inevitable, I may as well accept it.
They say your life flashes before your eyes right before you die. Load of bullshit, or maybe I wasn’t as close as I thought. But there was one thing that did flash before me, and it was Jaxon’s face. I wish he knew how much I have always loved him. I wish it didn’t have to end this way… It’s shocking how much thought can span one second in time; remorse flooded me at all the horrible things I’d done, and then pain at knowing I would never have the opportunity to correct my mistakes. I’m sorry, I kept thinking, I’m sorry I never made it right.
The pressure immediately lifted off of me, and in the dizziness the room spun repeatedly while I opened my mouth as wide as possible and inhaled all the air I could into my lungs. Deep breaths came in and in and then out and out, over and over again until my senses were back and I could hear the sounds of heavy grunts only feet away from me.
Vision spotty, I blinked rapidly and sat up, watching in horror as Remy’s wet, naked body tackled the man. It was an uneven fight – the killer so large, he had Remy by his own neck and slammed against the wall. Panicked and fear stricken, I watched like a coward on the sidelines waiting for an outcome.
What the fuck are you doing?! Get up!
Get up!
GET UP!
I practically fell out of the bed. My legs felt loose, unable to function properly. Adrenaline and trepidation merged into one, and I found myself jumping on the killer’s back. My hands scratched wildly at his face, and one of his arms let go of Remy’s neck and grabbed at me from behind, pulling at my hair and ripping chunks right out of me.
I screamed from the pain but continued digging my fingers into his face. He growled loudly and abruptly jerked to his side, knocking me swiftly off his back. I collided into the oval mirror in the corner of the room and it crashed to the floor beneath me. Sharp pain erupted from my hip.
