Kilgrave's Desire

Contact

I hesitate. Do I answer or send it to voicemail?  Should I put myself at risk of being found? Do I play dumb? My phone stops ringing. Shit it went to voicemail. My phone rings again.  I take a breath and accept the calling praying that whoever toyed with my phone did a damn good job in making sure I cannot be tracked.

"Melody," his voice echoes both venom and honey. I don't answer. "Answer me dammit"

"I'm here," I answer involuntarily. Shit not this again.

"Where are you ?" He asks somewhat calm but the ice lingers in the tone of his voice.

" Somewhere safe," I answered slowly trying to not give off the fear I have thinking he is lurking in the shadows somewhere . " Far from you,"

"Why would you leave like that?"

"I saw what you did in the videos and photos...how could you?" My voice cracking as I recall the kitchen knife in my fathers chest.

"You do not understand," he begins his voice cooler than a moment ago.

"Oh I think I do...." I begin realizing how angry I truly am for what he did. "You, killed my parents as a retaliation for me leaving you but after you did it you realized that I wouldn't forgive you if I found out. So you told yourself that murdering my parents was actually to protect me when in fact it was just plain murder of two people I couldn't care about seeing or hearing from again," I explained calmly and firmly trying to not let me hormones take me beyond a point I could never return from.

Silence. That's all that followed. I can hear his breathing growing more and more ragged as he is clearly thinking of what to say as his anger builds. As the silence climbed it hit me that he is stalling for time. He never sits in silence this long. Any argument we have had he was quick in responses and accusations.

"Where the bloody hell are you and our girls whom by the way I do not know their names," he finally snaps.

"Let me guess you are making someone track my phone," I state realizing that he would go to those lengths. Silence. "Good luck." I hang up the phone and toss it on the couch just in time for the girls to wake up for their next bottle.

A few weeks pass and I grow accustomed to the mom life with two girls. Granted it's exhausting but worth every minute of freedom. I finally started to make a life for myself, doing mom things like shopping with two kids and taking them to doctor appointments. Since kilgrave and I spoke weeks ago I find myself I screening my calls now since every other call I get throughout the day is from kilgrave trying to get me to come home or to tell him where I am. Thankfully I have my Kilgrave sobriety coaches, Oliver and Jessica there to remind me of the awful things He has done to keep me from responding to him. His texts vary as well but I think he is mostly getting irritated that whoever is trying to track my phone is getting mad that my location constantly changes which in turn pisses off the purple monster.

My phone buzzes. Another text from him...again.

Melody you think this hide and seek game is funny but the joke is on you I know what city you are near.
I roll my eyes knowing very well that he doesn't. He is just playing games with me thinking I will give it away but honestly I cannot help but to always keep looking over my shoulder at all times to see who is watching me. You can never be too careful since I have seen what he is capable of and who knows what else he could do.

Another week passes and there was an abrupt knock on my door late at night. The girls are asleep in their cribs and I am alone. I mentally prepare myself as I check the peep hole it's dark, my flood lights aren't working. I lean against my door as the door rattled again more frantic than last time.

"Oh Melody," his British voice rang. Oh god!

I quickly grab my phone and purse and run to the girls room. Thanks to Jessica and her connections whether they are willing to help or not they created a secret room behind a real bookcase that is also a door. I being as paranoid as I am made sure the girls room was there. Hidden and out of sight. I quietly close the door behind me and lock it hoping that we can get out undetected. I dial Jessica's number and she answered immediately.

"You need to get out" she pleads. "Bastard got ahold of Oliver and tortured him for information."

"Oliver?" I croak weakly trying to not wake the girls.

"Dead. Oliver is dead," she answers. "I'm coming for you do not worry but get in the girls room and lock the door and get them ready to go I'll come to distract them in thinking you're already gone." The line goes dead.

Dead. Oliver is dead. I take a staggered breath as I turn my attention to the girls who stir every now and then as the door is being banged on harder and harder. I gently place them in their car seats being careful to not wake them. As I grab the two bags of their pre packed belongings that are tucked in the corner of the room I applaud myself at being overly prepared and making sure there is no trace of me or the girls in the main part of the house. I gently place the bags by the window with the girls waiting nervously for who is watching and what will happen next.

Crash. The sound of exploding wood hitting the walls echoing loudly but not loud enough to wake the girls. I use my gift to quickly move the furniture in front of the door creating a barricade as a means to make the room not sound hallow if they figure out the book case is actually a door.

"Oh Melody," his voice sang. Oh shit he is pissed. "Where are you my beautiful fiancé." There is a loud bang as he and others are flinging open doors. "Playing games isn't going to help your case."

I sit in silence my heart pounding as I contemplate what my life may be if he finds us. Will he kill me and keep the girls? Or will I be under his control until the end of time or until he just gets bored with me? I watch the bottom of the door as a shadow stops outside of it looking at the book case. Just keep moving. Do not look at the books.

"Sir she isn't here, there are no traces of her or your children," one of his men states.

"Did that boy seriously lie to me just to have the last laugh?" Kilgrave mutters near the door. Oh Oliver.

There is a moment of silence. The silence that is deafening almost like death. Did they leave? There is another loud bang. I jump at the sudden sound of things falling. Guess not.

"I know she is here," he seethed.

"She is long gone asshole," Her voice calls out. I sigh a moment of relief. Jessica.