Tanit
Drip, drip, drip. It was just water.
I listened, my ears strained to hear the next drip, and the one following. The faucet in the adjoining bathroom continued to haunt me, to remind me of the blood that dripped.
Blood that flowed.
And the person responsible for it. I dont know what I expected.
Maybe more noise?
Yeah, the noise, I would have liked to hear more of it. Movies don't mention the lack of noice. My expectation was chaos.
My reality was a sort of peace, a horror, and then silence.
Silence as men around me picked up the bodies and disposed of them.
Silence as the blood was cleaned from the floors.
Silence as bleach was poured all over the place.
Silence as wine was consumed.
Silence as Dom picked me up, and took me to bed.
And then, the dripping.
As if the universe needed to remind me that yes, there was a death on my hands, and yes, that death was my fathers.
I wondered about my mother.
If she would be proud or if she would be horrified.
The fact that I even wondered those things told me I was altered, that I would never really be the same again. The fact that I wasn't running away screaming, that I was still laying there in that nice soft bed and staring out into the inky blackness of the room—it meant I was changed, didn't it?
My fingers felt heavy, like they still held the gun agains them.
And my chest. It ached like I had a giant gaping hold spreading out through my extremities.
The door opened.
It closed.
I breathed in a heavy sigh as the bed dipped, as muscular arms wrapped around me and pulled me close.
"No lies." Dom breathed against my neck. "Tell me how to kill the bad."
I frowned, "The bad?"
"The pain, the ugly, the sad," Each word was like another gunshot ringing out as he placed a kiss to my neck. "I feel your darkness—let me take it instead."
I gulped. "Not yours to take."
"Always," He gripped my hip with his right hand. "As long as I live, your pain will always be my pain, now let me have it."
Tears blurred my vision as I shook my head back and forth, and then his lips were on my neck, then my mouth as he whispered.
"I'll just take it all then."And he did.
Without permission.
First with his tongue as he spread his kiss across my lips, as he devoured every last bit of sadness and anger on my mouth, and then again as he pressed me against the mattress, pulling my shirt over my head, following with my leggings. I was naked within minutes.
I was cold.
I was hot.
I was everything.
And then he was on top of me.
And all I could think was yes, just smother me with your heat, dont let me think about anuthing but the heaviness of your body, the raspy way you breathe and kiss down my body.
Us.
Not them.
Anything but Him.
I kissed him back then. I clung to his biceps like they were my lifeline, and when he thrust into me.
I spread my legs wider.
I opened up for him. let him consume me.
Allowed myself to forget the horror.
It should have been physical. But my emotions won out.
Tears spread down my cheeks.
He licked them away, moving against me with such caution, such fervor that I once again saw life instead of death before my eyes, felt it between my thighs, the powerful way he tired to exorcise every bad thing between us and give me hope.
I felt him.
I felt us.
I closed my eyes. And I breathed a bit easier as he kissed my mouth and whispered. "I promise."
"You promise what?" I asked.
"Everything." Was all he said before his mouth consumed mine again, before I let myself fall harder and faster, before I promised myself I'd die before letting this go.
| 
No comments:
Post a Comment