This story contains, Violence, Drug use, Strong Language and Mature Sexual Content. It is not recommended for anyone under the age of 18, but if you decide to read it anyways, you've been warned!!!!!
Ray is running away from her past in a small town...
I woke up alone, the bed empty and a certain someone missing. A slight frown settled on my face as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I wasn't sure how long I'd slept, but it was some of the best sleep I'd had in god knows how long. Groaning at the slight throbbing in my head, I stretched my limbs. A soreness between my legs brought sinful memories back to the forefront of my mind, a slight heat settling over my body.
Kaine had done a number on me and I'd be lying if I said, I didn't love every single second of it. He was hands down the best I had ever been with and I secretly hoped it wasn't the only time I'd get to experience that with him. Maybe not so soon like this time, but somewhere down the road. I was still a little bothered that after all of that I woke up by myself, but I figured he had to get up early for work or something. At least, that was what I was telling myself in attempt to not seem like a clingy bitch. I didn't want to seem like one of those desperate bitches after a hookup.
Throwing the covers off of me, I decided to get up. I didn't want to put my dress back on, but I didn't want to just steal Kaine's clothes either. With a sigh, I peeled off the comfortable clothes he gave me and slipped back into my dress and heels. I sauntered over to the bathroom and took a quick glance at my reflection. I grimaced at the woman staring back at me. My hair was all but completely out of the bun I wore to bed and my neck was littered in dark bruises. Evidence of the explicit nature of what we did, sent shivers through me. I could already hear Sydnei interrogating me when we got back home.
I turned on the sink faucet and rinsed my face before sticking my hair under the steady stream of water at the last minute. I wanted to make myself look somewhat presentable when I walked out of his room. After wringing my hair out, I quickly threw it back up into a messy bun. With another look at myself, I was satisfied with my appearance enough and walked back into the bedroom.
After folding his clothes up and leaving them on the edge of the bed, I trudged over to the nightstand. I grabbed my phone, noticing the low battery icon in the notification bar and groaned. There was also a text waiting for me. I opened the message after seeing Kaine's name attached to it.
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I smiled at the little emojis he used but locked my phone without responding.
I'll text him when we get to the car, I thought.
I got to the door of the bedroom and exited it in search of my friend. I made my way back to the room I found her in last night, but it was empty. The bed was made, and clothes sat folded at the foot of it. Figuring she must've been downstairs, I walked down the hall to the staircase and made my descent down. I heard voices coming from nearby and followed them to a massive kitchen.
My dream was always to have a home with a huge farmhouse styled kitchen like the one I found myself standing at the entrance of. One big enough for all of my baking and family dinners with the kids I one day hoped to have, running around, licking the icing from my mixing bowls and sneaking treats off of the counters when I had my back turned. I'd always wanted a family of my own, even at a young age. Not a family like the one I grew up in, cold and uninviting. I couldn't recall a single happy memory I had as a child with my family in the kitchen, or at dinner, or at home at all. Collin and I had talked about all of this way back in the beginning of our relationship, and now look at us. He was getting everything I had ever wanted... Just not with me. It amazed me how after a year that piece a shit still had a way of crawling into my thoughts.
