Guns and Numbers

chapter 22

As much as I told Celeste that I loved him, he didn’t say it back. I don’t mind it though. He was hurt and he is very busy. And he doesn’t have to tell me for me to know that he loves me. He shows it to me all the time.
That’s just me trying to convince myself.
I need to hear him say it. I have to hear him tell me he loves me.
“where is he?!” a voice boomed.
I went out of my office and I was welcomed by the sight of Rochelle and her husband looking frantically around the floor. Am guessing he is looking for Celeste.
“I don’t appreciate you coming to my work place and yelling” Celeste said as he came out of his office.
“you!” Rochelle exclaimed and stalked towards Celeste only for her step to falter from the hard look on Celeste’s face.
“what is all this commotion about?” I asked. The attention slowly shifted to me.
Celeste and I didn’t see each other this morning. He came in late due to multiple meetings he had and by the time I was waking up, he was just getting some sleep so I just kissed him good morning and got ready for work.
Celeste eyed my profile and I could see the lust in his eyes. I don’t blame him. I looked sexy in my nude two piece dress. The boob tube cropped blouse did wonders to my chest and the high waisted skirt hugged my curves like second skin and it had a zip running down and left a slit that showed a good amount of leg. I wore it with Jimmy Choo sandal heels and a white blazer on top.
“you look beautiful babe.” He said and motioned for me to come towards him. I walked towards him and the heels were higher than usual and they added to the sway of my hips.
Suddenly it was like my sick excuse of parents were not around as well as Carlos and Bella. It was just him and I. I reached him and he didn’t hesitate to kiss me like a starved man. I moaned when he grabbed a handful of my ass.
“you killed my son and you are here fornicating with this whore!” Rochelle exclaimed. I tensed and so did Celeste.
“I would chose my next words wisely if I were you.” I said rubbing circles on Celeste’s chest in hopes of calming him down.
“how are you kissing a man that brutally murdered your brother?” Matteo asked bewildered.
“it turns me on and then he fucks me brutally till I pass out. Right babe?” I said and looked at him. Well I had to crane my neck. He looked at me with amusement laced with desire.
I swear he is always horny.
“how can it turn you on? He ripped your brother’s heart out and left him in his own apartment to rot. The smell was horrible and you say it turns you on?” he asked.
I moaned.
“fuck baby. You ripped his heart out. That’s so fucking hot.” I said.
“you getting wet for me baby?” he asked. He pulled me closer and I could feel his hard dick through the clothing barrier.
“yes” I moaned.
He caressed my neck, giving it a little squeeze and held my chin in a firm grip. Not firm enough to hurt but firm enough to feel it. He captured my lips and I moaned in his mouth.
“I cant believe we are about to watch live porn.” Carlos said.
“stop it right this minute!!” Matteo exclaimed in anger.
The tone he used forced a memory to come up. A specific memory I have tried to forget but I cant because of the scars the moments brought. I could feel my back heat up, my world was closing in and I was stuck in that basement.
I ripped myself from Celeste and walked away as fast as I could in these ridiculous shoes. Why did I wear them again?
I entered my office and closed the door behind me and I slid down the door.

Flashback
Its a Lil graphic. If you don't like that stuff. Skip.
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I could smell the old rotting smell of wood and the scent of urine mixed with blood. My hands heated up as I could feel the force of the ropes binding my bloody hands. I was tied to a beam and I was forced in a kneeling position. They tied me so tight that my chest was pressed against the beam.
I couldn’t see much but I could hear him walk towards my body. I was trembling both from fear and coldness. The basement was always so cold and the fact that I was in a loose, thin t-shirt and just my underwear made the cold hit worse. His heavy footsteps echoed in the basement and I could smell the cigar he was smoking.
I heard it before I felt it but it didn’t match the scream that echoed the walls. By the forth whip, I realised that the gut-wrenching screams were coming from me. He whipped my back with the spiked whip that would take my skin with it every time it reached my skin. The force of the whips made my front to be bruised by the beam that I was pressed on. A nail dug into the skin in between my breast and cut through it. Nothing as bad as my back as I barely registered that pain.
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End of flashback

The door shook and a banging sound was heard and I scurried to the corner and I hugged my legs to my chest and buried my face in between my knees.
“bunny its me.” I heard a voice.
“please don’t hurt me. I will be good. I promise.” I mumbled. My voice was shaky and it cracked.
“bunny I would never hurt you.” The voice said.
Bunny.
Celeste calls me bunny. Because am small and soft like a bunny. And my nose twitches when I smell a strong scent.
My body was shaking.
I could smell a familiar cologne and it engulfed me.
“bunny….” He said.
“b-b-bear” I said.
“yes bunny its your bear.” He said.
I moved and launched myself towards him. He was a bit surprised by the action but he hugged me nevertheless. He was my safe haven. He sat down with me on the floor and pulled me on his lap.
We stayed like that for some time and I eventually fell asleep