![]() Cal placed his hand over it, drinking in the fear, the pain she was in, reveling in his power, his mastery over her heart, her very life and death. That’S a good girl.”īam, this one was stronger yet, her heart now unable to take it began convulsing inside her. Another one hit her, stronger than before. “That’s it sweetheart, keep trying to breathe.” Cal whispered sensually looking straight into her eyes just as her body recovered…īam. Her heartbeat became erratic as it began its descent to asystole. she gasped desperately, her lungs having seized in her chest. she heard it before she could react and then Bam. “Please stop Cal…” she could feel his excitement surging. “But where would be all the fun in that?” he asked, sliding into the bed next to her taking her naked body into his arms and holding her. He lifted her left breast out of the way and replaced the other one, his hand lingering and pressing in to feel the rhythm her heart pumped. She noticed he’d removed the leads and was solely monitoring her heart from the AED screen. We’re just going to swap out the old ones.” He reached and gently peeled the pad off her clavicle replacing it with the new one. She should have been afraid but she had no strength left. Clearly their game was not over.Ĭal turned back towards Freya a pack of sealed cloth in his hand. ![]() Was there anything he didn’t have? One of her hands was tied securely to the bed. Freya could no longer feel the chilled metal beneath her. As you might have noticed I took the liberty of moving you to a bed.” He turned and started fumbling with something behind him. “We will need to be more comfortable If we’re gonna continue to have our fun togeather. “You’re crazy.” she whispered, tears finally releasing and pouring down her face. She was so weak she was shaking just from the effort it took to breathe. Freya’s guts churned in fear and writhed in anger but she was helpless. You finally started breathing on your own last night so I figured we could lose the tube.” “Easy sweetheart, just breathe.” he placed his warm and sweaty hand right between her breasts. She groaned, remembering how he’d stopped her heart. Before her was the face of her demon Cal. Her blurred her vision cleared into focus. Strong hands pulled her to her side, patting her back and then rubbing soothingly. Of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicideĪnd it’s about damn time you start believing it.Freya awoke with a start, choking and coughing something dislodging from her throat. So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition You had to go and find her all over again. That one of my good friends from high schoolĪnd I had a hard time falling asleep at night On the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year Maybe my boyfriends absence and lack of effort within my current relationship makes me romanticize and remember those weeks to be better than they actually where, maybe I should forget the past and appreciate the now, but that’s easier said than done. Not the version of himself i have come to loathe today but the version he was when we listened to music in his car on long drives or when he played with my hair as we lay in bed. It’s nights like tonight when my boyfriend forgets I exist, when I make jokes about having A bit on the side and the fact that although I’ve never looked at another man I’d actually have the time and opportunity to, that is when my mind casts back to those few bittersweet weeks and I miss him. I was both selfish and selfless at the same time I knew I wouldn’t win and I knew I’d break her heart as well as my own but I still did it. It was wrong and I knew it was wrong, I could foresee my heart shattering into a million pieces when word got out, the way it inevitably does in a small town bit I was drawn like a moth to a flame. The one who’s lies where like a sweet poison I couldn’t get enough of. The one who told me his girlfriend made him feel empty and incomplete and I made him feel whole. The one who promised me the earth and left me broken. The one I invested my heart in when he wasn’t mine to invest in. It wanders back to the same period in my life every time, back to another me, to a time when I was stuck between being the happiest id been In a while and the most unhappy I’d been in forever I can’t help but miss the one that got away. ![]() I love him I truly do but his misplaced priorities and the fact I’m barely near the top the list gives my mind time to wander. I have a boyfriend that loves me wholeheartedly and has my best interests at heart, or at least that’s what I tell myself. It’s strange, I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while, or at least that’s what I tell myself.
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