Playing In The Shadows.

Playing In The Shadows. {Part 2}

Bloody Secrets

"Is anything broken?" I worried as I saw Kendall come down the stairs with no trace.

"Everything's fine!" Kendall shrugged walking to the kitchen, standing by the sink. He slumped against it turning on the stainless tap and washing his hands. I pushed away from the staircase and lent in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Did you find anything?" I looked at Kendall who stared at his coarse hands; his eyes concentrated on the small creases joining the dots. He replied with the shake of his head, not looking up from his hands that he picked the skin of."I'll head upstairs then." 

As I turned in the doorway to go upstairs to sleep I felt Kendall grab my shoulders tightly and push down on them. 

"Kendall," I winced at the pressure of his hands weighing on my shoulder. "That hurts!" 

I wriggled my shoulders to loosen his extremely tight grip. A dark cast of shadows fell over his face with only moonlight finding it's way through the gap in the window. 

"You're hurting me!" I screeched as his hands were digging hard into the depths of my shoulder. "Please get off me." 

I cried helplessly while I wrapped my hands around his wrists to pull them away. 

"Be careful." he hushed, our faces were only inches away from each other but I no longer wanted to kiss him. I was scared- of my own husband.

"Kendall," I quivered, my lips trembling as my shoulders tingled. I pulled at his wrists and second time. "Get off me!" 

He stared at my dainty, helpless hands wrapped around his wrists. He pulled away and stared back at his own hands that were out stretched in front of his shaking body. 

"I'm sorry." His hands shook violently like a cold wind had run across his lean fingers. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

I walked upstairs to our bedroom where the french doors were closed but the panes missing. Our bed was still neatly laid out but drips of blood trailed up the cream sheets. A puddle of blood sit dry on the cream carpet but nothing lay with it. 

"Kendall," I shouted as I hovered over the velvet red stain. "Why is there blood on the floor?"

I called heard Kendall loud footstep pound on the wooden stairs. I crouched down on the floor to inspect the blood. "I cut my finger on the glass." 

Kendall stood in the doorway pointing to the glass from the french doors. 

"That's a lot of blood, are you sure?" I looked at him, standing with his hands behind his back. Kendall nodded his head and stepped into the well lit room. 

"Don't lie to me." I looked from the blood to Kendall who (again) had his hands loosely in his pockets.

"Why would I lie to you, my wife?" Kendall spoke in a calm voice when he really wanted to shout. His face straight as well as his body that had risen at my comment. "Jessica, why don't you trust me?"