"Hello mom" I say impatiently. My mom always has a way to interrupt us. There's shuffling at the the other side of the line "Hey B, uh can you guys come over for dinner at dad's place, sorry for the late info I totally forgot"No way. "Mom, it's not possible" Bailey hits my side lightly "You can't turn your mom down" she whispers"You're with Bailey?" My mom asks. "Yeah""Great! Please put the phone on speaker" I roll my eyes and put the phone on speaker. I know Bailey can never say no to my mom and my mom knows that too, that's why she wants to talk to Lee. I already made a great dinner for the two of us, but Bailey won't think about that, of course it's my darling mother. I roll my eyes again and Bailey hits my arm."Hey Bailey, I know it's already late but can you guys come over for dinner at my place? I would've done this later but my husband already booked my flight back to Georgia and it's tomorrow" my mom's persuasive voice sounds and I'm sure it has already convinced Baile
"Thanks Cole" Cole pulls me into a hug and I hesitantly put my hand on his back, giving into the hug.I pull away from him and I make my way out of the hall and let the college breeze hit my skin. I'm so going to miss a lot of things when I leave college."Um.. Bailey" Cole scratches the back of his head. "I want to ask if you'll um.. maybe li..like a dinner, maybe coffee with me" he stuttersWell it's two days to my graduation so loosing up a bit for a date won't harm me. As much as I'm very jumbled emotionally, I want to spend my last days in college happy. "Sure" I smile."Great! I'll text you the time and place" he hugs me.Well we've got a hug lover here. I wrap my hands round him. I need this comfort, I'm afraid I might break down soon. I sniff and pull away.I shouldn't be doing this. Not after a breakup with Bryne. "Are you okay Bailey" his forehead creases and I think I see concern on his face
I open my eyes slowly and I'm welcomed to the morning by a throbbing pain I feel at the back of my head. I stare blankly at my surroundings and immediately all my senses awake.I try to rub my head and I realize that my wrist has been tied with a very tight rope. I look around the dimly lit room and I know instantly that I'm not in my room, and now reality hits me that I've been kidnapped. I wince as I try to remember what happened to me yesterday, the memories come hazy. I remember being at Cole's house, and then I..."Ow" I wince as the pain aggravates. I hear a weight shift in front of me and I squint my eyes to see but the poor lighting isn't doing any justice.Whoever is doing this is surely going to get caught. I haven't even hurt anyone recently to think anyone would try to do this to me. My heart starts beating faster, what if I'm kidnapped for sex trafficking or for any of those nasty things I see in movies."You're awake already" An all too familiar voice echos in front of me
The door of the room opens and Bryne walks in holding a tray, my nose picks the sweet smell of pan cakes and my belly rumbles in impatience and hunger. He drops the tray on the table and goes to the door. He inserts the key and turns it to lock before pulling it out and placing it inside the pocket of the dark blue pant he's wearing. For some reason I'm not scared a bit by his actions, I know Bryne like the back of my palm, he can't do anything to hurt me, or so I think.I shriek when I feel his tough hands lift me up and carry me to the bed. The anger I feel is starting to get dissolved by this singular act. This is the reason I don't trust myself around him, one moment I'm acting all furious at him and the next I'm practically melting under his touch. He drops me on the bed and I feel my face starting to squeeze into a frown at the loss of contact but I quickly adjust my facial expression and keep my face neutral."Would you mind if I feed you or you'll eat on your own" his low hu
BAILEYI hop around the room trying to find a knife or a pair of scissors to cut the rope around my ankle."Ouch" this is the third time I'm falling down. I wasn't just made to hop, I'm not in any way related to a frog.I place my hands on the table and help myself up. I hop into the bath room and I open the drawers, rummaging through them for any sharp object. "Phew" I exclaim as I find a small knife. What's a knife doing anyway in the bathroom. I shrug and start cutting the rope. After some minutes of hard work, which I mentally praise myself for, I cut through the rope. It's not like I'm lazy, I'm not just the kind to do any strenuous thing and trust me, cutting through a very thick cotton rope with a near blunt knife isn't an easy thing to do.I turn on the tap and remove my clothes. I might as well take a refreshing bath. I smell my armpit and scrunch my nose. Where was I? In a room with rotten fish. I step into the shower and drown into the warm water. I think I'd start calling
I groan and jump on my bed immediately he leaves the room. I bite my lower lip hard, so hard that it'll soon start bleeding.What the hell did I just do.After all my months of claiming and making all my girlfriends believe I hate him this is what I pull out.His lips-Oh don't get me started subconscious! I dig my fingers into my skin hoping it will dig out some sense. Just one time together and I'm already fumbling so bad, what happened to the emotionally independent Bailey?I cover the sheets over myself and groan again. Just one day with him around me and I'm already sucking his face. I hit the bed furiously and sigh in frustration, anger, whichever. It's just so hard to be mad at him with his body all over my space. There's a gentle knock on the door then the key clicks and the door flings open. Bryne comes in with holding a pile of clothes in his hands. He drops the clothes on the bed without saying a word and leaves the room but not before I catch the sad expression in his eyes
"No. Please no!" I beg and hit the person, the beast on top of me. No, this can't be happening. No matter how much I beg, he doesn't budge, he continues what he's doing, like my voice doesn't even matter. Little by little, my body becomes stiff, I can feel everything that's happening to my body but I can't do anything to stop it, I can't move my body, I just lay on the soft leather seat, motionless, it's like I'm intoxicated, mentally unconscious but conscious to the continuous pumping and humping that's going on inside me.Slowly the person on top of me pulls out from me and for a split second I think all the suffering is over till I feel a deep and painful thrust inside me, making me scream. "No please" my pathetic voice pleads but once again it's as if I'm not heard. I watch helplessly, painfully as he chips away bits of my soul. I don't think I would be the same after this.He picks up a faster pace, thrusting deeper, faster, harder till I feel my insides are being pulled out. I
He made me trust guys again. He made me trust guys with golden brown hair-which he has streaks of- or any hair color. He made my relationship with my dad get stronger again, too sad it didn't last long because my dad died, before I could even feel guilty of pushing him away.Bryne cleans my cheek with his thumb and I notice I am crying. He plays with my hair and strokes my cheek with his other hand. I draw in a breath and inhale his scent and it immediately soothes me. I won't lie that I don't miss all this care and intimacy with him, I do, a lot infact I crave it everytime, the warmth our bodies get from physical contact, the sensation I get when he takes care of me. Damn! I still love him, and as many heart beats my heart missed when I said that I still want to stand on my word of not dating him again. But most importantly I want answers and that I will get now. "Bryne" Red caution Bailey, this may not end well, proceed at hearts' risk."Hmm" he mumbles half-heartedly"I want to-