Out Of Darkness

Chapter Four

Aleksei

"Someone is abusing her!" I shouted as I entered Sasha's house. 

"What?" he asks, glancing at me quizzically while walking down the stairs.

"Alea. She's getting abused" 

"Oh yeah man. Did you see her out last night? Incredible, right? She looked gorgeous in that red dress. I have not seen her in a dress of that style or any kind that resembles that, mind you. She's typically quite conservative. She definitely grabbed everyone's attention last night," He spoke his admiration.  

"Can you grasp what I'm trying to say? I just made you aware that she's suffering from abuse. You're commenting on her looks now. Of course, she's beautiful and the dress made her look even more amazing. But it still doesn't change the fact that she's getting abused by that son of a bitch."

"Calm the fuck down man. You're going to give yourself a damn heart attack. You can't go saying these things without any evidence. Would you like that man to accuse you of slander in court? And how the hell did you find out that she's getting abused anyway? She seems unlikely to share details about her husband's abuse with a total stranger."

I explained that she pulled away when I reached out to touch her.

Shasha stared at me in disbelief before heading to the kitchen. 

"So it sounds like a married woman attempted to distance herself when you approached her," he remarked.

When he expresses it like that, I understand my claim seems bizarre, but I'm positive about what I saw last night. I've seen it before as well. Unfortunately, we often encountered instances of women suffering from abuse on our missions. 

Last night, I got an up-close look at her. She undoubtedly stands out as the most breathtakingly beautiful woman I've ever seen. Touching her gave me the unshakable feeling of electricity flowing inside me. I acknowledge its craziness, but  felt an uncanny familiarity with her. I felt an undeniable rightness when I touched her. Like she was solely mine. Frankly, the thought of other men touching her makes me uncomfortable. Especially that bastard. 

"It might seem ridiculous, but I know it's the truth. Trust me I do. I know what I saw last night Sasha. You, more than anyone else, recognize the indicators. We've experienced it numerous times. You know I'm not capable of making such things up."  

He sighed as he raked a hand through his hair. Next, he began collecting the ingredients for what appeared to be a sandwich. 

"Look Lev.. Don't get involved. If this gets out, even if what you're saying is true. It's going to be major. The press is going to eat this up and you will be smack in the middle of it. Don't get involved mate." 

"So, you're suggesting that I should just let it go? Allow her to remain with a man who continues to abuse her. What the fuck man! It's unbelievable that you're telling me this, and it's already too late. I'm already involved." 

"Jesus Christ. I needed to at least make an effort! Seriously, you'll be the reason my hair goes grey before I'm 30."

"You're 35 and I didn't ask for help. I'm going to do it, no matter if you're with me or not. I only wanted to let you know what I intend to do."

"By the way...Why were we so close to her initially?" He asked

"I watched her closely all evening and recognized she was struggling. I guessed she went outside to get some fresh air and decided to follow,"

"Fucking stalker," Sasha muttered, prompting an eye roll from me.

"Why man. Just why? There are plenty of other women. Why her? What makes her so special? Couldn't you have gone for... I don't know..someone who isn't MARRIED!" He yelled the last part at me.