The Fenrir Saga - Part I

Chapter 9

--- Hild ---

The diploma came, and I carefully put it in my secret stash and decided that today was the day. Well, noticing the time, I realised that today was not the day, but maybe tomorrow was the day I would get out of here.

"Hilsh.."

Kurt staggered into the bedroom behind me, and I quickly turned, hoping he had not seen the papers in my hand nor the backpack I had put them in. He was oblivious, of course, only concentrating on being able to stand up long enough to wrap one arm around my waist and slipping his other hand under my t-shirt, grabbing my boob. Certainly a turn-on. Oh yes, wowie-wow-wow. Or not.

Never in my life had I ever enjoyed sex, and never in my life had I ever made love. Always in my life, when I found myself in that type of situation, I zoned out and just let whatever happen. I wasn't there anymore — just my body. 

However, what always kick-started my numbness and out-of-body state, this time kick-started something else. Annoyance, frustration, or some raging feeling I'd never felt before. Why should I have to take this? Was it because his anger was more threatening than mine, and I always gave in rather than risk it getting worse?

I never got time to finish the thought as a sudden flash of light through the windows announced the unexpected arrival of what I assumed could only be unwanted visitors. I quickly pulled my t-shirt down, leaving him no choice but to yank his hands off my body.

"Are you expecting someone at this hour?" I asked, giving him a quizzical glance.

He managed to look both surprised and a bit afraid at once. I didn't know if it was the adrenaline rush that made him seem almost sober, but his eyes darted towards the sideboard where I knew he kept his gun. That bad, huh? I would have felt smug if not for the fact that I was afraid of who the unexpected visitor could be. It was always Laverne.

Harry started to bark, but a thud, a whine, and nothing quickly replaced the sound. If silence could forebode bad things, this was it. It was deafening. Seconds later, someone banged on the door as if his life depended on it.

Kurt now made no effort to hide the fact that whoever was knocking was not welcome as he moved to the sideboard and retrieved his gun.

"Stay here," he said, slowly walking out of the bedroom and, most probably, towards the door to check who was outside.

Stay here? Hell no. The moment he left the room, I silently opened the bedroom window and climbed out. I heard the front door open and Kurt pretending to play the welcoming host to whoever had arrived. 

I snuck around the corner to see what happened to Harry and found him lying on his side, whining with a bloody gash on his side. He had never liked me. Dogs my entire life had never liked me. Or rather, small, white, fluffy dogs liked me, but big, black, angry dogs never did. Harry was a big, black, angry dog and had consequently never liked me. This time, though, he only whined when I approached him. I took off my T-shirt and tried to bandage him as best as I could. The commotion inside increased.

If I ran now, I probably would make it. Whoever was inside was right now busy beating Kurt up, as it sounded, and probably didn't even know I was out there. I didn't want Kurt beaten up; he didn't deserve that, but I didn't want to be caught in the middle. Or caught in any way at all. But. My stuff was inside. The only means of calling the police was also inside. I climbed back into the bedroom again. I put another top on and threw my pre-packed backpack out the window, just in case.

There was a lot of screaming and swearing in the living room next to the bedroom, and I shouldn't have, but I quietly snuck closer to the open door to see what was going on. I really shouldn't have.