“You’re such a good girl,” he growls against my throat, “so good.”
I can’t talk, I can only scream for him, I can only let myself fall harder and harder with each deep thrust and whispered praise.
I wake to an empty bed and serious cramps. Guess I don’t have to worry about the pill not working anymore. On a groan, I roll from the sheets and trudge across the quiet bedroom, slipping into the shower immediately. The hot water soothes the ache in my back but does nothing to stop the cramping in my stomach. I wash away the night, the scent of Lex on my skin and between my thighs before wrapping myself in a towel and heading up to the attic bedroom where I know I saw some of my toiletries in the bathroom.
I sort myself out and dress in baggy sweats and a sweater before tying my hair into a bun that sits atop my head messily. I need to go to the supermarket and pick up more things but I highly doubt Lex is going to let me go.
I no longer feel like a prisoner here, but I don’t feel free either.
My feet shuffle back down the stairs and towards the kitchen where I hear the coffee maker whirring and spitting out coffee. It isn’t Lex I find there though but Gruff.
“Gruff!” I beam at him.
He looks at me over his shoulder and heaves a sigh. The bruising on his face has gone down a lot since I hit him but he isn’t over it clearly.
“Are we still sour about the whole nose thing?”
“You broke my nose,” he grumbles.
I shrug, “I guess we’re even.”
“How are we even?” He exclaims.
“You kidnapped me.”
He opens his mouth to say something but then promptly shuts it, his teeth rattling together.
“Where’s Lex?” I ask, accepting the coffee from him.
“Busy, he left me watching you.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.”
Gruff scoffs, “Trouble follows you Wren, of course you need a babysitter.”
My brows pull low, I have no idea how all of this shit has been turned on me. I wouldn’t even be a part of this mess if it wasn’t for this asshole in front of me and the one currently off galivanting doing god knows what.
I try not to think about it too much.
This has all been a game for them, one that has gotten out of hand. I wanted no part in it though we don’t always get what we want.
My stomach cramps painfully. I’d always suffered with bad menstrual cramps for the first day or so of my cycle but it seems this one is really knocking me for six.
Gruff frowns, stepping towards me, “What’s wrong?”
“Aw, look at the big scary man showing concern,” I grit my teeth.
“Seriously, Wren, what is it?”
I wave a hand, “Don’t worry. It’s just mother nature taking her course.”
Gruff visibly winces, taking a step back which earns a laugh from me. He has to be fucking with me. He’s got to be.
“Can I, uh, can I do anything?”
I spin on the stool, facing away from him, my eyes suddenly colliding with the hall where I shot the intruder. Bile rises in my throat and I force myself back around.
I killed someone. My nightmares remind me of that fact every day, her face haunts my dreams, the sound of her body hitting the floor plays on repeat inside my ears.