CHASING ASH (GXG MAFIA) BURN THE DEVIL SEQUEL

Chapter Fourteen

Slamming the door behind me, I slide my back against it until I reach the carpet while ignoring the repetitive banging on the door, hoping that by some miracle, it'll stop. "Open the door Jane!" George yells as he nudges his knee against the door, twisting the handle to try and push through. We rarely argue, but when we do, I always end up locking myself in a room to get away from him. It's like a switch goes off in his mind and his soft and usually tender personality disappears, his persona contrast in the mirror. It is replaced by someone I don't recognize, he smashes anything in sight as he tugs on my hair for answers. "Open the fucking door! I swear to god, I will smash this door if you don't open it right now" he repeats as the door shakes against my back, his shoulders hitting against it. I tune out his screams and threats until his body fades away from the door, hopefully realizing I'm not going to budge, as always.

You're probably confused, let me explain. It all started last night when Adeline decided to spill what happened after school, dishing out all the dirty details, including the one about 'kissing special friends'. I wasn't planning on telling him about our little meet up at the school because frankly I really can't handle his worried coddling. Now don't get me wrong, I love that he cares and worries for me and especially Adeline, but sometimes it feels a little suffocating. Last night was spent dancing around the awkwardness as he pulled the silent treatment card, unwilling to have a mature discussion about it.

Today, it all blew up once he came home to find me doing something I maybe shouldn't have done after our daughter mentioned me having an affair. He walked in the room too quietly for me to take my hand out of my trousers, catching me moaning her name with my eyes closed. What followed after was something out of a drama film, shouting and slamming doors as he raged on and on until his voice turned hoarse.

I apologized and pleaded, cried and apologized once more, desperate for him to calm down so we could talk about it, but it was hopeless. "I'm sorry, it's not going to happen again, I promise! Just please calm down" my words replay in my mind as my rear starts to go numb from the hard floor, the carpet inutile in creating some comfort. I jolt at the harsh bang of the front door closing shut, slowly shifting away from the bedroom door once a stark silence forms in the house.

I throw my body over the bed, laying in a starfish position as I stare up at the white ceiling above me, reminiscing the times I would daze at those ethereal ceilings in Carmilla's home for hours on end. I would envision the galaxy and all its planets and stars as they curled around stone and chandeliers, craving to disappear into the sparkles that decorated the high walls. My mind replays the times I would count each crystal as it dangled dainty against the wind enveloping the room. The crevices of my eyes start to narrow in, darkening my periphery as her face starts to take over, her dark chocolate hair framing her face so perfectly. Her once crystalized green eyes take on a hazier glow as her features closed in towards mine. My heart beats at her rhythm as her lips glaze over mine, tickling my bottom lip as Carmilla's perfume enters my bloodstream, inebriating me.

I feel her fingers imprinting my cheeks as she connects her lips to mine, sparks of a never ending flame shooting through my veins. A sharp creak makes my ear twitch, making me open my eyes in disappointment. Rubbing my dream away with my eyes, I freeze to listen in, confirming that it wasn't part of my dream. A second creak makes my heart sink as my skin raises into goosebumps, my senses on overload to try and identify if it is a threat. A deafening stillness follows as whoever is out there stops in their tracks, leaving panic to rush to my head. As silently as I can, I lift myself off the bed and tread to the cabinet near the bathroom, opening the underwear drawer in a dragging manner, pinching my lips to not make a sound. It can't be George, I know his footsteps and Adeline is at her grandmas for the weekend. I jump at the creaking of the metal line across the wood of the drawer as it opens, making me stop to dig my hands through instead.