Bless Your Little Heart

THIRTY-THREE

THREE/SIX MONTHS

The sounds of the police radios no longer phased me, all the phones ringing, the shoes slamming the ground, the sounds of handcuffs and chains as prisoners are transported from room to room. The stiff chairs I'd grown so used to, everything all around. I was numb to it all.

Police Chief Cambell was more than helpful with everything except giving me my daughter back. Two months with new leads but no good information.

They traced her to Canada, my baby in Canada. So far from me, I couldn't stand it. As if something was eating me from the inside out my own skin felt itchy, I couldn't stand the fact when I come home she isn't there.

My husband squeezed my hand before picking it up and planting a kiss. His thick glasses made his blue eyes magnify, something I always loved.

This wasn't easy for him and I know that, but I can't sit around acting as if my whole world hasn't been ripped away from me, day by day, each without her feels like a nightmare. One I cant escape no matter what I try.

I wanted nothing more than to have her in my arms, feeling her soft hair cascade down my arm as I wrap it around her. Her sweet flowery smell she always sported, I didn't even know if she was alive anymore.

But I won't stop until I find my daughter.

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The pencil gliding against the paper was my therapy, seeing each like crest something new, something more vivid and lifelike. Each knot in the antlers of the buck, the details in the fur, it was a beautiful portrait. One my mom would most likely frame and put on the wall because it was "beautiful enough to be displayed in a museum".

She didn't realize how cheesy it was but it's moments in this cold desolate room that make me miss those cheesy little moments. How she always would walk past and compliment it from time to time just to make me feel special, her own way of showing love. One way that I missed so dearly, Malcolm was showing me that type of love but the way he acted yesterday scared me. He hadn't acted like that even when I first got here, but it's my fault.

I went around asking questions I shouldn't have, I was being nosey for no reason. I was being treated amazing and my brain just wouldn't stop overthinking everything. I let my thoughts overwhelm me to the point I've now fucked up the best thing that's ever happened to me.

It'd been quiet since the incident. He wasn't around sulking like usual, dragging and stomping his feet while slamming cabinets and doors. My curiosity was killing me at this point, it had been almost a day since we'd talked of even seen each other and I couldn't take it any longer.

I shit my sketchpad and laid down my pencil before pushing myself to my feet, heading to the door and slowly opening it. Peeking around the corner for any trace of him, but I was met with nothing.

Walking out I tiptoe down the hallway, seeing the bathroom and kitchen bare and uninhabited. I keep moving forward and then the corner toward his bedroom. As I near the door I hear the TV faintly playing whIle the doors slightly ajar.

Growing closer I see him laid back in bed, staring emotionless at the TV screen playing. I push open the door and his head snaps in my direction and his face hardens.

Once he realizes it's me surprisingly his face softens and his demeanor softens, motioning me to sit on the bed next to him. Cautiously I sit next to him, watching as a smile grows on his face.

I didn't understand how he was so happy and cheery after the way he treated me last night, I thought he hated me because of how he looked while screaming at me.

"Hi baby girl, I missed you." He wraps his hands around me and pulls me into his side, snuggling his head into the crook of my neck. Confusion covers my face at his actions as he gives me small kisses on my neck where he once snuggled.

"You're not mad at me? After last ni-"

"Let's not talk about that right now." He doesn't leave my neck as he speaks, resuming to the neck kisses he was once giving me. The confusion was killing me at this point, not understanding what the hell was going on.

"But you're not mad?" I looked up at the ceiling as he continued to go crazy on my neck.

He lofts from my neck and looks into my eyes as he places a hand on my shoulder,"Madelyn I said I don't want to talk about to." gripping tighter than before now.

"O-okay." I slouch down into the bed as he lets go from my shoulder, his face still hard and emotionless just like before I entered the room.

"You need to start listening, you don't like to do that. Even when you really should." He words were mean but true, I didn't like to listen and all that did was make his and my life harder. If I'd just shut up and do as I was told everything to actually go smooth for once, then I wouldn't feel like such a fuck up all the time.

My head drops as I look down at the floor, tears threatening to leave my eyes as I try to blink them away. Suddenly Malcom's hand was wrapped around my neck, gripping it but not tightly, just enough for him to move my head upward. Keeping this grip on me he stared down into my eyes as I now faced him, seeing him and all his beauty.

"Don't cry, it's the truth baby, and if you simply just do as your told things will go so much easier between us." He pulls me closer by my neck before leaving me hardly any room, his lips grazing against mine as our air clashes against each other. The warmth of his body was radiating onto mine causing my legs to quiver, his sudden dominance seriously turned me on.

"Okay." I breathe out nervously, trying to watch what I say to not tick him off. He cocks a brow at me before speaking "Yes sir, say it." His grip ever so lightly tightened as inched closer to my lips.

"Yes, sir." A playful smile lays on my lips as does his, both of us looking into each others eyes as his hand still grips my neck.

"Good, you hungry?"

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I haven't wrote in so long & it feels so good. But sadly it'll be coming to an end soon since this book will be under 45 chapters :( makes me sad.

xoxo