However, Darius did not put me in his bed, carry me out of the shower, or wipe me off with a towel out of comfort. As I curl into myself and battle against the chills coursing through my body, comfort is the last thing from my mind.His smell fills this flat from corner to corner. None more so than the spot where he sleeps every night.And everything in this flat, including myself, including the blankets and the bed, belongs to him.I smell like leather and cedar right now, plus that intangible something else that would give you the impression that someone was wealthy without them having to utter a word. His linens are heavy withsmells that cling to me. Alongside the despised man I stand next to, there's a hateful stench.He runs his hand down the middle of my back and up my spine, brushing aside my long dark hair, still moist from my icy shower. Felix's whips left me with a lot of scars, so I'm not sure which one he's tracing, but I'm quite sure it's one."I should give you thanks f
I push Mom's memories away. I remember her reading to me in bed and stroking my hair. the affection of her.Love weakens you, and Amanda, this is not the moment to be weak. Not when a predator is directly in front of you.I tighten my hands even more, lift my chin, and give him a straight-faced look. "You assigned Nathan a task. Did you not?We come together in the centre of the space, my rage piercing him with its heat and his icy stare.I considered seeing my father. Of fleeing the hospital, thinking that my return to the man was the worst thing that could have happened to me.What might I have discovered? A demolished flat full of rats? A brand-new family with tales of an isolated man's death?A man's body?Tears well up in my eyes, but they stay in place. What purpose would that serve?Suddenly, the memory of the cabin comes back. The last summer I spent with Mom and Dad was full of cookouts by a glittering lake on a disposable BBQ, the sun beating down on me, and Dad throwing me
Finn extends his arm towards the entrance."What's your destination?" I approach a little closer, my boots crunching under the devastation that spills from the main room into the foyer. We haven't yet discussed our plans for fixing and cleaning up.But we're going to need to come up with a solution shortly.next to Amanda. We will handle it when she returns.Bright midday light streams into the black and indigo blue room as Finn opens the entrance door.Abruptly, Jade appears, one hand holding the door's edge. He shuts it forcefully as if he didn't see that he almost took Finn's nose off with it.Clap."Where the fuck are you going?" growls Jade as the thud keeps repeating.I brace myself, waiting for the inevitable growl or fist or insane beast to erupt from Finn.But Finn just yanks the door open again, so this must be a stranger.Jade won't even allow him to open it this time. Too fast to follow, his other hand shoots out and firmly grasps Finn's wrist. He approaches Finn so closel
It suddenly occurs to me why he wouldn't be working from his office and why he would want to be present to see me wake up as he approaches the bedroom door."I refuse to alter," I exclaim, my voice still heavy from sleep—or is it raspy from yelling? "I will never change, no matter how many times you bite me. Everything else is under your control, but this is out of your hands.I want something more than I want to die, therefore I don't tell him to murder me. My father was murdered. It doesn't matter if they haven't acknowledged it—it could still be real. I feel as though someone has grabbed my hand and carried me directly to his body. He is gone. I am fully aware of this fact.I refuse to leave this earth until they make amends. The two of them.Darius isn't even hesitant.I have to force myself to swallow something sickening and bitter that is swirling around in my stomach to prevent it from pushing its way up my throat.Does hatred seem to be eating its way out of you in this way?I
To reach a particular park bench, Darius will give me a five-minute head start. After that, he will lead the rest of the pack in pursuit of me. I've never tried to get to the park seat since I would always run away from him the instant he commanded me to. I have never once come close to leaving his private property.My brow furrows. Not to look at my quickly cooling, unfinished dinner, but at the plastic fork that was placed next to it. For me, there's no true fork or steak knife. Not after what transpired the last time Felix didn't take as much care as he ought to have when it came to his turn with me.Nathan says, "I'm curious about the doctor," in a tone that makes me uncomfortable right away.I turn away from my plastic fork and look at Nathan. I can't read him, as usual, but that doesn't mean I don't sense something approaching. Anything negative.His voice comes from behind Darius's closed office door. He's angry, but not to the point of shouting since that's not how he controls
AmandaEven though the playground isn't equipped with swings or slides, it's nonetheless entertaining. Yes, it is. Not for me, though. or any other typical human being, really.It is situated approximately twenty minutes to the southwest of Darius's apartment complex. It is sufficiently removed from the busy streets that the sounds of traffic and sirens are reduced to a faint hum in the distance.The first time Darius took me there, he informed me, "It's five acres, baby." To show me his little corner of calm in the city, not annoy me. somewhere that nourished his inner wolf.Alright.He must have thought I had gone blind because he grinned, clasped my hand, and planted a kiss on the back before stating, "About four football fields."I found out later that the playground was a waste of expensive prime real estate, costing upwards of five million dollars, according to the realtors he and his lawyers were always battling. That kind of land should be used to develop high-rises and condom
I cock my head to the side, desperately trying to release the pressure on my forehead. I regret it right away.Through the automobile window, Darius's eyes collide with me. He is still seated in the rear seat and has his phone upon his ear. He must still be speaking with his banker because his lips are moving.Nathan is demanding to know what the fuck they think they're doing, even though Darius might not care. He must be furious that we don't get to enjoy ourselves together after all. The cop who is scrubbing me down can't be talking to him because he isn't answering back.The greasy cop cuts him off, saying, "Keep interfering, and we'll arrest you for obstruction of justice." If I don't just shoot your fucking ass, that is. Please spare me the paperwork.Shift.”His gravelly voice has just enough menace to make me believe he'll pull it off.Holding my breath, I hope the policeman will find any excuse to shoot Nathan. Although I don't think cops are the best people in the world, I mig
A scowl.She drags me down to her five-foot-five height and closes her small fingers around the front of my shirt before planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. "You're not shaving."For it is the way you welcome a son you haven't seen in a dozen years.Grinning, I lead the way into the eating area. Are we going to sit?The dining room with walnut and cherry floors is at least five times larger than it is necessary. The dining table is crowned by three elaborate, French-style burnished gold chandeliers that cast a warm, pink glow across the space. It appears warm and even cosy. However, it has never made for a cosy supper when we sit on opposite ends of a twelve-seater table.Everybody has a place.With his back to the commanding fireplace, Dad would consistently take the first chair at the head of the table. Mom has always occupied the seat across from him. Leandro would take a seat in the chair across from me after waiting to see which of the five open seats on the longest side of the t