The Sniper's Heart

Chapter 11

A Month Later...

A groan leaves my body, my thighs and pussy aching from last nights events. The sun stretches across my face and I don't feel like dragging myself from this damned bed. I slide my hand across the sheets, expecting my soon-to-be husband's body tucked up near mine, but the bed is empty. That jerks me fully awake.

Only to find flowers sitting beautifully arranged in a vase on his tall dresser, the sun grazing the petals so softly I don't want to touch them. When I stand up and stretch my right arm over my head, my back cracking in the process, I head over to smell the flowers when my eyes snag the piece of paper placed next to it with the shiny silver ring placed over top of the writing filled paper. It's my engagement ring.

The smile stretches across my face, my cheeks almost hurting at the extent of it. My eyes well with tears as I grab the simple band, encrusted with a small, basic diamond right in the middle, the thin band sitting comfortably on my ring finger when I slip it on. The diamond weighs at my finger but it makes my heart leap with excitement, the light glinting off of it that makes the boring walls of Marrek's bunks light up with sparkle.

They're white and black roses, my favorite. They smell lovely, and look even more beautiful. But they still have their imperfections. I stroke a finger over the petal before picking up the hand-written note he left sitting on the desk.

'Good morning, Doll
By now, I'm sure you've realized that I'm not in bed. No, it is not because I'm leaving you. Don't even let your pretty little head think that. I went over to our new property and started talking with the company about starting the base of our house, the builders came out and met with me, so I'll be a little busy. I got you your favorite flowers to keep you smiling, because your smile lights up the room. I'll be back as soon as I can, the guys already have breakfast made up for you so go eat and relax. When I get home, I'm gonna tie your pretty hands up and fuck you until you don't remember anything but my name. I want you in my bed when I come back.
I love you,
Your Sexy Hunk ;)'

A laugh leaves me, my stomach fluttering at each word he's written with his messy, swoop-y handwriting. I smile widely, setting the note down and dipping low to smell the flowers.

In inhale the sweet-

My lungs constrict and I gag, slapping a hand to my mouth as my stomach churns with unease. I can feel yesterday's dinner rising up my throat and my head feels light as I sprint into Marrek's bathroom, kneeling down and coughing up my food from yesterday. I feel nauseous as I grip the cold ceramic in my hands, my hair falling across my now sweaty face. What the fuck?

Since when do I need to throw up after smelling my favorite flowers? They're always sweet and refreshing, not making me want to gag.

I cough again, grimacing as the awful taste in my mouth. My chest heaves as I use the countertop to pull myself up to standing and pull my hair back from my face and off my neck. After I brush my teeth, I quickly get dressed to head out and meet the others for breakfast, taking a wide path from my usually favorite flowers.

It's just my usual cargo pants and Marrek's t-shirt, my hair pulled up off my neck as the cool air touches it, cooling the sweat that's beaded there. My stomach rumbles and churns with hunger and emptiness and I place a palm overtop of it to try and ease the discomfort.

When I turn the corner, I get smacked in the face with the smell of breakfast. Quinn turns around with a baking sheet in his hands, grinning with the oven mitts on, the hot biscuits golden brown. "Hey, Red! We were just starting to dish up the plates. We have bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausage, your favorite biscuits-" the sight and smell and thought of all the food makes me sweat again, paling as I feel like hurling again. I hurry to the trash can, bending over it as I heave.