Beneath The Rain (18+)

Chapter 11 : The Dream

The Investigator

      My mind seems to be at ease, the first time in almost 5 years. Laying on my side his arms are wrapped around my waist, the warmth finally setting in as I become to feel to hot. I try to remove myself from his hold but, with no success. I relax, giving up. I don't want to wake him. I lay back, I can't help but, to study his face. His features are scrunched, as if he's uncomfortable or disgusted, I can't seem to differentiate the expressions. He's arms slip away from my body, glancing over I jump away from him, his arms are swinging out wildly.

  "GET BACK NOW!" He voice shocking me but, I realize his eyes are still closed. His expression resembling distress. I move closer evading his wild throws. Wrapping myself around his back, my hands on either side of the back of his head.

  "Owen" I keep my voice soft, although it seems to not help. He throws his body back slamming me against the bed frame. "FUCK!" I scream out at the impact. Getting back up on my knees, looking towards the end of the bed. He's standing, still swinging but, now with only one hand the other is behind him, blocking nothing. A stance to protect comes to mind. I move quickly not knowing what to expect. I don't know this part of him, it makes me wonder what else I don't know.

   "IT'S NOT REAL!" I scream, charging towards him. I grab the arm that's behind him, using my other to cup his face.

  "OWEN!" I let out another scream closer to his face. Using my hand thats currently holding his face I give him a little slap. His other arm slings up to my chest slamming me into the wall by the door. A loud thud rings out as my back hits.

"DAMNIT!" I suck in a breath, trying to get out of his hold. He removed his hand from my grip, I push against him with all my strength but, he's like a statute not budging one bit. My eyes widen when I realize what's about to happen. His hands wrap around my throat. He's going to kill me. I thrash against his hold again now fighting for my life.

  "OWEN WAKE UP!" I scream with the last bit of energy and strength that I have. Feeling my eyes becoming heavy and my surroundings being blurred.
I'm going to die.

My body starting to sink to the ground, I claw at his hands around my throat. I don't want to die. I can't. I exist to find Ashley. "Pl-please ow-en." My voice barely squeaking through my lips. I feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My arms dropping to the sides. His hands finally release from my throat, I gasp for air before finally hitting the ground. My hands go up to my neck to massage the soreness, knowing it won't help. My eyes snap up to him, he's backing away looking at his hands. The tears forming underneath his eyes.

"I can't believe I almost killed you.." His voice a whisper, he's directing his words to himself. I watch as he shakes his head before, looking up to me. Worry is all I see. I can't read him well but, anyone could see that he's hurt. Way more than I am. Standing up slowly I make my way to him. He's not making it easy, he backs up. He doesn't want me near him understandably so but, what he wants doesn't matter. I care about what he needs. Closing in on him, his eyes narrow to my throat. His face scrunching up and his head turning away from me. I put my hands to his face but, he just flinches.

"Fine" I say, backing away. "At least tell me what in the hell just happened." I sit at the end of the bed staring, as if I'm a disappointed mother. "I understand you literally almost killed me but, I'm not dead so ju-" I'm cut off by him throwing his dress shirt at me. Glancing down I realize I'm still nude. I slip into it. A few minutes after we're just sitting in silence. I don't want to push the topic, especially if it's something that's hard on him.

"I couldn't concentrate with you, not wearing anything." He says, breaking the silence. He's still not looking at me though. "Just I will say I should have never slept with you." My eyes squinting at him. My stomach starting to sink. "Not sex. I don't regret the sex. I mean I should have slept in the other room." I basically sigh in relief when he cleared up my confusion.

I wait a moment letting everything finally register before speaking "Owen.. there was a moment where it seemed you were keeping something behind you." Keeping my eyes on him, I can tell that was the part that hurt him. His expression resembling the one he had just moments ago.

"Yeah, sometimes you can't save everyone." He states, his eyes finally meeting mine. "It eats you alive." His voice trails off.

That's all I needed, I won't push him. He obviously still needs to heal.

"I'm not mad at you. At least tell me a way to wake you." I giggle, trying to lighten the mood. I will be worried and a bit scared next time we sleep in the same bed but, it's kind of exciting although, I won't tell him that. He moves towards me with a small nod.

"That doesn't happen every night. I've never woke up killing someone. Maybe it's because I've not slept in the same bed as someone since then." He sighs, his voice trailing off while, running his hand through is messy brown hair.

  "I understand you probably don't want to explain" I stop myself, trying to find the words but, feeling him sit next to me on the bed makes me freeze.

  "I won't be able to give you what you want. Frankly I don't want to tell you." He states. Looking up at him, I have no idea he's getting at.

  "And what does that mean?" The question leaving my lips before I could get a chance to think. But nonetheless I slept with him, then almost died by his hands. What the fuck am I getting myself into?

  "It means, I don't want your opinion to change of me." Meeting his eyes, they're dark, basically black.

  "Sorry to break the news but, it's already changed." I state, standing up moving away from him. I head towards the other room. I need space. My mind feels frozen, dazed.

  "Serena, stop." Stopping in my tracks, I shake my head continuing towards the room. Before I could even register what's happening I find myself pushed into the wall. Making contact with his eyes, I realize the man in front of me isn't who I thought he was. He was way more intense, devoid of anything but pure darkness.

  "I've been between your legs" he's voice a mere whisper, as he leans towards my ear "you're now my little hell fire. Sooner you realize that the better." He finishes his statement, before I feel his lips kissing down my neck. I lean my head back absorbing every lick, kiss, and bite he's leaving in his wake.

  "Hell fire?" I ask, but he doesn't meet my eyes. Him stops, his hot breath hitting my neck. I can feel him smiling against my skin.

  "Yes, my hell fire." He says, continuing with his relentless kisses.

   Of course that's all he explains. Hell fire?

  Feeling his teeth graze my skin I can't help letting the thoughts slip away. He may end up being fucking insane but, instead of fighting and running. I stay, maybe I want crazy and dangerous, hell even the adrenaline rush of it all seems to be what I'm starting to crave.

  "What are you thinking?" He's voice running my thoughts away yet again. That seems to be becoming his job these days.

  "I'm thinking we should get back to work." I sternly state, shoving him off me. Walking into the room with my tech. Turning to see him not following me.

  "You coming or not?" I roll my eyes, raising my brows at him. I do a gesture towards the monitors. A smirk creeps on his face.

  "With you looking like that. Yes, Miss Bennit." He send me a wink. Walking into the room.

  I can't stop the heat rising to my cheeks, definitely flushing out my face.