Stockholm Syndrome

Eleven

I head up to my room and slam the door after me. The nerve this women has. I grab the nearest object and throw it against the wall and hear the shattering of the glass smack the wall. The door flies open and Brooks flies into the room with my father. The look of concern fills their faces. "Are you okay Darcy?" My dad says. Brooks looks at me with concern in his eye silently asking me if I am okay. I nod and move my attention back to my dad. "Yeah I'm okay. I'm just mad that she thinks she can just show up and act like yesterday never happened." I grab the lamp off the desk and raise my arm to throw it, but Brooks is faster that me and grabs my arm, pulling me into his chest. I start crying and my father takes the lamp out of my hand and sets it back down my desk. "It's okay baby. It's okay. I'm here for you. I'm here." Brooks whispers in my ear, slowly rubbing my hair in attempt to calm me down. I pull away from Brooks and wipe my tears from my face. "I'm sorry I broke the vase daddy." I apologize. "It's okay honey. She's just lucky that I didn't call the police on her this time. But if it happens again I will call them and we'll get a restraining order against her." I nod and sit down on my bed. "We should stay here for tonight so you aren't alone." I utter, but he shakes his head no. "No, you go back with Brooks and I'm gonna hang out with my friends and have a strong drink. One is well needed right now." He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "Well I think we should get going sir." Brooks says clearing his throat. "Yeah I think you guys should go. I'll see you guys out." My father says walking towards my bedroom door. "Oh, okay then." I say while walking down the hall with my father and Brooks.

Back at Brooks house I feel relief wash over me. Not just because I'm away from my mother, knowing she won't be able to find me, but because I feel like I'm at home. Brooks feels like home and I wouldn't want it any other way. "What are you thinking about?" Shit. How is he so good at reading me? "Nothing. It's just. . . I'm worried about my father." I half lie. It is true. I am worried about daddy, but that's not what's on my mind and I'll never tell him that. "He'll be alright. I promise my love." I hate promises. People always seem to break their promises with me. "Don't make a promise you can't keep." I whisper while looking down at the glass a wine in my hand. "Baby look at me." He grabs my chin and plants a soft and gentle kiss on my lips. "I promise baby. He'll be fine." He looks into my eyes reassuring me. I stare deeply in his eyes seeing the man I love. How did I get so lucky? Because God damn I love this man and I would do anything for him. "I love you so much Brooks" I say while gently planting a kiss on his soft lips. "And I love you Darcy." He says slowly pulling away from our kiss. "God I want you so badly. I want your kiss, your touch, and you on top of me." Way to go. Turning such a precious moment into something so damn sexy and hot. But I'm not complaining. "Then take me. I'm all yours." I whisper in his ear slowly nibbling on it. He lets out a small groan edging me to continue my journey down his neck. He pulls me on top of him and I slowly grind my hips against his. Feeling how hard he is for me and how much he wants me. "Fuck Darcy." God the things this man can do to me. How does he mange to turn me on with just a few words?

He pulls me into the bedroom and pins me against the wall. He has his hand wrapped around my neck while he feverishly kisses my neck, mouth, and jawline. I wrap one of my legs around his torso to hold him closer to me. He grabs me by the waist and carries me to the bed. I'm thrown on the bed and watch him take off his cloths one by one and it's like I'm watching it all unfold right in front of me like a scene out of a movie. I'm literally obsessed with him. It's just everything about him. His eyes, hair, touch, kiss, and just the way he looks at me. He pulls himself up to kiss me and his erection presses against my stomach. Holy shit it's so hard. I start to unbutton my flannel shirt and he removes my hands and takes over for me. Suddenly my shirt is tossed to the floor along with my bra, pants, and panties. I attach my lips to his and grasp his hair in my hand and tug firmly causing a grown to escape his perfect lips. He slowly grabs me by the hips and places me back on top of him. He lets go of me and lets me slide down him. Fuck yes. I move my hips up and down taking all of him into me and all I can do is let out a whimpering moan. I start to rock my hips against his feeling every inch of him inside me. Holy shit this feels so different. A good different. "Fuck yes. You feel so good Brooks." I whimper as I bounce on top of him. I start to slow down to catch my breath, but he is not having that. "No baby girl. Don't stop" He growls and starts to pound me from underneath him. He's going so fast I can't even keep my eyes open. "Oh fuck yes!" I scream and clutch onto his arms as he pounds into me over and over again in the same place. I can't take much more of this. It's becoming to be unbarable, it's like pain and plessure all in one and it's consuming all of me so fast. "Fuck I'm cuming baby!" I scream as I unfold around him. He takes a few more thrusts as he spills himself into me.

I collapse on top of him and just stay there for a few minutes as I catch my breath. I don't know how long we are laying here, like this, together with him still inside of me. But it feels so good to just relax here. But that moment is suddenly ruined when Brooks gets up and heads to the bathroom. He comes back to the room with a towel in his hand and smiles. "I got to clean you up baby girl." He starts to wipe me down without breaking eye contact and it is so hard not to laugh right now. "What?" He asks smiling down at me. "Nothing. I just love you." He looks at me like if it was the first time he heard me say those words to him. "And I love you baby girl. So fucking much." He leans down and plants a small kiss on my lips. "Good. You better." I smile at him. "Or what" He threatens with a little nibble on my nipple. "Or I'll have to punch you." He lets out the cutest laugh ever. "Oh really now?" He says with a devious smile. "Yes really you little fuck." His mouth is agape. "Little?! Me?! Girl you are the little one!" He laughs so loudly. I don't know what I did to deserve this man. He is just so perfect. He's my perfect. He's mine and only mine. I love this man so fucking much.

He touches my cheek and slowly rubs his thumb lightly across my cheek. "Hey look at me." He says pulling me closer to him. I look strait into his beautiful green eyes and smile. "I love you my love." He plants a small kiss on my lips. My eyes slowly close as I give into his kiss. His soft lips against mine. The way he pulls away to take a breath and attaches his lips to mine once again. I pull away panting trying to catch my breath. "And I love you Brooks."

As we lay here naked in this bed, our bed, I start to think about how my life was before I met him. Before I loved him, but it just seems impossible. This is all too real. Too real to be true.