Brahms Heelshire

Chapter Eleven

That's it. I'm leaving. These feelings are too much for me to deal with. I mean what was I really thinking? Brahms Heelshire. I tried convincing myself that he didn't kill that poor little girl, Emily Cribbs, but for all I know he probably did. He murdered Cole and Malcolm with no problem. He had me locked in the walls twice. It would happen again. It will  happen again if I don't leave.

Part of me wants to stay with him, just me and him in this house forever. I have all these feelings and emotions towards him and that is not okay. Not with everything that's happened. He is a dangerous man and it's not okay for me to be stuck here. Sometimes I feel safe and protected and dare I say loved. But other times...I feel like Brahms could go off. Put me back. Or he could lash out and kill me. I have too many mixed emotions about everything.

So, after I woke up, I laid in bed listening to the rain gently tap the window. Listened to Brahms breath steadily. I should've rolled over to see his unmasked face. But I didn't. It doesn't matter to me now to see his face, I'm leaving. Brahms woke up not long after me and the first thing he did was put his mask on. I asked him if he would fix breakfast for us, which he said yes to and left the room.

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That leads to now. I didn't bring a lot of things considering I'm in a rush to leave before breakfast is ready. I throw multiple outfits and my toiletries and anything else of importance to me into a suitcase and zip it. I then hurriedly put my shoes on. My taxi will be here any minute. 

I grab my suitcase and hurry down the stairs. Stay quiet. Quick and quiet. I don't know how I'll leave without Brahms noticing me. The kitchen is ten feet away from the front door.

I reach the bottom of the stairs and glance to the kitchen door to the front door. Okay, just run, unlock, go. I take a deep breath and speed walk to the door as quiet and fast as I can. The lock. Sigh. I remember when I first arrived here and knocked on the door, and I heard the loud noise of the lock as it turned. So, he will hear me leave. I'm still leaving. So, I unlock the door and walk out shutting it behind me.

I start hurrying down the rocky driveway, but I hear the front door open. God, that stupid lock. For some reason, I stop. I want to keep walking but my legs won't let me move.

"Emersyn! Where are you going?!" I hear his footsteps getting close to me. His voice is laced with concern and worry. I turn to face him, I don't know why, maybe because I don't want to hurt him even more by not even looking him in the eye. If you're leaving him, you're not supposed to care. But I do care, that's why I'm leaving.

"I'm sorry Brahms, but I-I have to leave."

"What? Why? You promised you wouldn't...you said that you would always be here.." He sounds so broken, he isn't even mad at me. He is just sad. Why can't he be mad at me? That would make this so much easier.

"Because I just can't be here anymore. You're a...murderous man, dangerous.." And have me catching feelings.

"I won't hurt you, I promise I won't. Please don't leave me Em." God, this man.

"I-Im sorry...but, I'm going." As soon as those words leave my mouth I hear a honk from the gate. Taxis here.

I turn around and try to walk off. The longer I stay, the harder it will be for me leave. I don't really want to leave though if I'm being honest, but these feelings are..wrong. Or, maybe your scared to be in love again.

I only make it a few steps before I hear something hit the driveway and in a flash Brahms is in front of me. His mask off. I gasp in shock and before I can even process anything his hands are on either side of my face and his lips collide with mine. I drop my suitcase and my hands find their way to his neck as I pull him closer.