Binding Scars (Under construction)

Chapter 9

Niles personally threw her into the bedroom, she had been fighting with them all the way back to the house. Nothing seemed to matter to her anymore. She wanted to die. She didn't want to live with the fact that Sofia was gone because of her. Feeling guilty and falling apart, she couldn't keep herself together anymore. She didn't want to make mistakes, she needed to make mistakes so he would go on a rampage and kill her.

Niles pulled up the sleeves of his black shirt. He was still angry, but she was losing it. The both of them were, only Allison could push him down the spiral. How was he going to go about the current situation at hand if he was slipping out of control.

"Shut up!"

"Take me back!"

She got up from the floor and charged at him. He was still standing by the door and his gun was visibly in sight.

He ran his hands through his hair trying to think, he looked frustrated, but Allison posed no concern to that. She wanted herself gone. Niles grabbed both her hands and threw her on the bed entrapping her body under his.

Their eyes ran on each other, her struggle was futile and slowly Allison gave up. She let the tears fall again, and this time she sobbed not trying to fight him.

His hold weakened as he watched her.

Her sister...her sister was what was most important to her.

He thought.

His brows furrowed as he continued to watch the woman he was hovering over. Her face had not resent, not fear and not anger. She was in emotional pain, if there was any time that she was going to give up. It would be now but whose fault was it that he lost it again. She ran and she got caught, that was the game. Something would happen if she got caught.

Surprisingly to the both of them, he had last recalled himself looking at her. She now had the gun, pointing it right on his head. The moment felt like hell froze over, he had let his gut down and now the gun was pointed right on his head.

"Careful..." He whispered moving off and sightly away from her body.

Allison sat up straight, taking in loud breaths as she continued to point at him. She wanted to hate him, but the hate was not there. She could only feel guilt, it had consumed her senses. She didn't really want to live. There was no need to, not anymore.

She turned the gun slowly from him to her then a tear trailed her face.

"Allison." He warned, his own heart beating uneasily.

She didn't reply but she steadily moved her fingers along the gun so she would pull the trigger.

"Think carefully about your next step amore."

Niles said, reading her state of mind. 

"Allison." He called out again, but she was passive. 

Everything was calculated, everything was moving slowly. Niles wasn't sure but Allison seemed as though she would do anything to get away from him. This was the first time she had ever opted for the easiest way out. He knew it, she had given up. When he didn't want her to, she had given up.

For the first time, his heart was moving out of place. He had a knowing that if she pressed the trigger then everything would change. Not just the game or the elements of it, Niles liked something else about his game. He could deny it all he wanted but the game was elevated, it was different exactly like how it felt. It wasn't just the game he was going to lose if she pulled the trigger. He'd lose her.

"Allison!"

He yelled out anxious as she opened her eyes.

"Don't you dare close those eyes, look at me."

He took a step closer again as she shook her head.

"Don't do this."

"I can't- I'm tired- I- "

"Look.at.me." and she did.

"She's not gone, she's okay. I'm- I'm sorry I-"

He reached for the gun; their eyes still locked.

"I pushed you too hard, I'm sorry."

He confessed but he also apologized. It was rare, something a kidnapper wouldn't say.

"Stop trying to stop me from killing myself. I don't want to be here anymore."

"I can't let you- I can't let you do that." He frowned fighting his own emotions.

"Please let me go." She whispered but he shook his head replacing her finger on the trigger.

Taking it away, he unloaded it and threw it across the room as she fell to the floor crying. She wasn't brave enough to pull the trigger, but she was tired of being there. Held against her will and doing things she didn't want to. She felt the warmth of his body against hers, his entire scent succumbed her as he held her closer to him.

She lifted her head, and her eyes found his, unexpectedly. He perked her lips, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Stay, for... her...stay." Then he kissed her again.

Vulnerably she grabbed onto his shirt and kissed him back. He could feel himself lose control, the feel of her body against his, her scent and the way she responded to his touch pushed him closer to the edge. His hands roamed her body as they found her hips, he picked her up and laid her on the bed.

The primal need to possess her body and mind, to claim her as his own as he felt her body arch onto his fueled his desire for her. Her legs wrap around his waist, as they tore their clothes off, he could help but rake his eyes all over her naked body and began kissing every part of it. Soft gasps and moans escaped her lips driving him insane.

Their eyes met and for a brief moment in their making out, consent was assured as lust burnt through the sheets. He groaned as he nipped and kissed her neck roaming her body and claiming her in every way. 

The unsaid connection seemed to grow stronger with each thrust and moan. Their emotions exposed bare, in that moment, they felt like they were one. As though they understood each other and needed each other to see and even breath. They kept their eyes on each other, lust evident as though this had been long awaited. She grinded on top of him, swaying her hips indulging in the moment and need to have more of him.