When I Find You

Chapter 22

"Good morning sweetheart" Margaret said as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Morning Marg" I said with a fake smile plastered onto my face. I couldn't stop thinking about last night.

After the argument last night, I decided to just go to bed. I couldn't crack Ian open. It was pointless trying to get him to tell me anything.

"What's up honey? You look frustrated." Margaret said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Oh nothing important..." I said. Margaret looked at me for a while so I decided to change the topic. "What's for breakfast? I'm starving." I said.

"Oh. I made Ian's favorite breakfast" she chirped with complete joy. "Cheese omelet with sausages and pancakes. It's all his favorite breakfasts on one plate." She explained.

"Ian!!" She screamed. A minute later Ian walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen. I decided it was my cue to leave since I couldn't stand to see him right now. As I walked by Ian grabbed my arm and pulled me back in front of him.

"You've got to eat honey." Ian said softly. I could tell he was stressing and the bags under his eyes indicated that he didn't get any sleep. I nodded my head and sat on the stool in front if the island in the middle of the kitchen. Margaret prepared our plates and we are in complete silence.

"Where is everyone?" I asked.

"In the basement. They said they wanted to work on something" Margaret responded. "You guys finish breakfast, i'm going to give them theirs." She said while grabbing plates of food.

When she left the kitchen, the tension between Ian and I built up to the point where my head was aching.

"I'm going to tell you." Ian said.

"What?" I asked. Why does he want to tell me all of a sudden?

"I love you. And I don't wanna loose you. You're my girlfriend, you have the right to know." He said.

I nodded and he began "I-I was in the army..."

My mouth hung open.

"When I joined I was only 19... I made a lot great friends but I had one amazing friend named Liam. He wasn't a friend,he was my brother...We were both stationed in Iraq." He took a breathe and paused for a moment.

"One day, out of nowhere, there was an attack on our base. Explosions were going off minute after minute. Liam and I- we made it out in time. We tried to run the the next base, but before we could reach a group of men attacked us and we fought them off. Another group of men came in a truck with weapons. They- they wanted me. They wanted something from me. I didn't know what they wanted. I kept asking what they wanted but they wouldn't answer, they just kept hurting us" His eyes began to form tears and soon enough they fell like drops of rain from his eyes. "They tortured him-in front of me. They made me watch him die. And I-I couldn't do anything about it.......... I let him die" he pulled me into a hug and cried into my shoulder. "It was Jeremy.." he looked back up at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Afterwards I found out that Jeremy sent those men. He killed half my men and my best friend. After that I ran and ran and I never came home. I still kept an eye on my mother, I watched as General Moses personally told her I was dead. I watched her cry and I heard her tell General Moses that Jeremy took my father. Moses couldn't do anything about it because there was no evidence to prove Jeremy took him. He took my father because he thought that I was dead and I guess he though he could get the information that I couldn't give him, out of my father."

I was enraged by the time he finished his story. Jeremy's actions were completely in-humane and he needed to be punished.

"But what information?" I asked.

"I wish I knew, but it's my fault that Jeremy has my father." He sobbed.

"Don't say that. It's not your fault that my uncle is a psychopath" I said.

The day slowly ended and Ian got a chance to bond with his mother. It was time for us to sleep so one by one we each left the living room and headed up to our rooms.
"Goodnight Marg." I said while walking up stairs.
"Good night Hun" she replied.
Ian and I walked into the door. He slammed the door, grabbed my hand and nailed me against the wall. He positioned his head in the cradle of my neck and took in my scent. He breathed in and out while grabbing my waist with both his hands.
"What-are-you-doing?" I breathed out slowly.
"What? I can't crave you. I can't make love to you anytime I want?" He said while kissing my neck.
"It's not that." I said.
"Then what is it?" He asked while running his hands under my shirt.
"You've never wanted me this much before." I said.
"Oh honey you have no idea. I want you every day of every hour. I love you so much." His voice sounded so seductive, I smashed my lips to his and I wrapped my legs into his waist. He carried me to the bed and payed me down. He hovered prop of me and ripped his shirt of. He then ripped my shirt of and kissed each of my nipples.

"Honey---" the door slammed open and there was Margaret standing in front the door. Ian grabbed his shirt and put it over me, covering my exposed breasts.

"Mother!" Ian screamed.
Marg giggled and quickly shut the door.
He got up from the bed and I handed him his shirt back.
"I'll be right back Hun" he said as he left the room.

He returned after an hour and sat down on the bed next to me.
"Sorry that took really long babe" he kissed me cheek and snuggled in the blanket. "Your still naked, I see." He said as he wrapped his arm around me.
I giggled and brought myself closer to him.
"Is everything okay with Marg?" I asked.
"Yeah. She's fine. She just wanted to make sure we were okay." He smiled and kissed my forever.
"Why did that take an hour" I asked.
"She needed help with fixing something. Don't worry" he replied.
I nodded my head and an idea came to mind. I lifted my head up and looked at Ian.
"What are you doing?" He asked. I crawled down to his crotch and I put one foot over his body to the other side. I shimmied his pants down and immediately stuffed his length down my mouth.
"Fuck!" Ian yelled.
I continued to go up and down on him. His cum was sweet and delicious.
I got up from him and walked to the door. I locked it. And stood against the door. Ian's gaze never left my face and that's what I loved about him. I was standing in front of him, completely naked, yet the part of me he was memorized by was my face.

The next morning.....
"IAN,JESSICA GET UP!" I heard Evan screaming from outside the door. "The cops are outside!!!"