Nyefield University pt 2

Chapter 26

Dax
Watching her take a man's life was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. When the blood spurted all over her it seemed to egg her on more. She just stabbed and stabbed and stabbed, long after he had gone. Eventually she drops the knife and just sits there catching her breath. Bambi's eyes are closed and her head is tilted back with her arms hanging limply at her sides. The room is silent bar for Bambi's heavy breathing. Damian is passed out again and Chad looks in shock. I start to gather up supplies to stitch up his leg otherwise he'll die too quickly as well. Chad eyes me wearily as I move towards him. Once I'm close enough he tries to swing a leg out towards me, I grasp hold of his ankle and force it up as high as I can.

"I wouldn't fuck with me right now." I growl at him.

"Fuck. You." He says, spitting at me. Dropping the tray of medical supplies I grab hold of his leg with both hands and force it up further and twist until I feel it pop out of its socket. He howls in pain and I drop his now useless leg to the floor.

"Serves you right." I don't bother with antiseptic and just thread the needle before stabbing it through the skin over and over again until the wound is closed up. He passes out not long before I finish. I straighten up and turn to see Bambi just stood there watching me. The darkness hasn't left her eyes and the blood glistens on her skin under the florescent lights of the basement. "Let's go home." She nods and we leave the basement, locking it behind us. We walk in companionable silence back to the house hand in hand. The sun has long since set and the night sky is so clear you can see thousands of stars, we walk past our old house and I feel Bambi stop beside me. She takes a seat on the porch and pats the spot beside her, I take a seat and lean back on my hands, crossing one leg over the other.

"I remember the night I arrived, Ben gave me some bullshit speech and then walked me here. Before I came in I sat down in this exact spot staring up at the sky. I had no clue what was going to happen to me and I couldn't believe that I wasn't in some shitty cell stuck wearing an orange jumpsuit for the next twelve years. I was trying to imagine who my housemates were going to be, Ben had said you were a bunch of jokers which obviously didn't give me much to go off. The last thing I expected was for you to be one of them, I thought I'd never see you again." She says before finally turning to me. "Love is too smaller word to describe how I feel about you, I'm consumed by you Dax Jefferson." She reaches a hand up to my face and pulls me towards her. When her lips touch mine its like the final piece of the puzzle sliding into place, it's like I'm the match that lights the fire. I can taste her passion, her sorrow, her anger, her love... everything that makes her, her. She climbs onto my lap and curls her fingers into her hair. Our kiss softens and eventually she pulls away, her eyes still staring at my mouth. My cock is rock hard between us but neither of us move to do anything about it. I reach both of my hands up to her face and gently grasp her head, rubbing my thumbs down her face, studying her beautiful blue eyes.

"Bambi, the day you walked through that door I'm not going to lie, I felt like wringing your neck. For all those years you had left me, for all the pain I had to deal with by myself. I was sat in the kitchen when you walked in. I was going to pounce on you and scare you but then I saw it was you and something in my heart told me not too. I still loved you despite everything, but I just didn't realise it. The day a guard came to let us know you were in the hospital wing after I left you out on that road... I knew, that's when it clicked. I know you probably don't want to hear that was the point I realised but I needed you to know. Our love story has been the most fucked up dark romance I've ever known, Diesel has nothing on me." She laughs at that, a deep hearty laugh that makes me feel warm and elated inside. "We write our own story Bambi, never forget that. You can change your own narrative."

"Maybe we should write a story... or I could, I always liked story time the few years of school I did attend."

"Remember those horse books you tried to write? But you couldn't do anything because you knew nothing about them?" I say laughing.