Killing me softly

22.

Ronnie;

After I picked her up and placed her in the car I turned for a moment and stared at the house. An eerie feeling washed over my body as I feel like it's looking back at me and into my soul. Her screams sent me into complete and udder fight mode and all I could do was pull her away from what has caused her so much pain.

Don't worry little red this house will be no more. It'll be a plot of empty land, and stay that way.

I'll have max find a crew to knock the house down. I can't have her re living that moment every time she passes it, but I assume since she was on the opposite side of the city she never came over here much so she never thought about it until now. I remember being way younger and reading about the fire that took place here.

It was an older man, an alcoholic. He fell asleep cooking his dinner and the house caught flame. Neighbors called the fire department but by the time they got there the entire house was engulfed in a massive fire. The man who died; also known as little reds father, didn't want to give up.

The news article I read when I was younger said that he went into the home to rescue the man but once he saw the state the older gentleman was in he realized there's no use in saving him and went to leave the firey home. Unluckily for him though the roof scaffolding fell in and crushed his body which in turn burned him alive.

I pulled into my drive way and up to the house. I see Noah's car which means max is back and doing better. But fuck now how am I gonna explain this one to them. Noah will understand but max? I'm definitely expecting the worse from him.

Little red still cries softly in the passenger seat, I assume lost in the memory of that night. I get out of the car and go to her side scooping her up in my arms as she cried. She buried her head into my neck and my breath hitched in my chest. her body pressed tightly against mine as I held her was the best feeling I could have ever had, even though I still am distraught of the current events that have unfolded just moments ago. And I mean distraught in the sense that there's nothing I can do for her to make this better other than tear the house down and try to erase some of that god awful memory.

She never looked up and she never moved from my grip as I stepped into my home. Already the home feels lighter with her in it; it doesn't have this indescribable heavy feeling.

" yo Ronald! Where you- ohhh fuck." Noah says coming around the corner with max trailing close behind

They both stop in their tracks looking from me to little red back to me.

" don't ask. Don't question. Don't even fucking think. Alright? I'm going to lay her down so she can rest. If you guys wake her up I swear to fucking god I'll slice out both of you guys' tongues and rearrange your jaws. Got me?" I say sternly my eyes cutting  daggers towards the men infront of me

I mean it. If they disturb her sleep they will be loosing tongues and need jaw surgery. They'll be drinking from straws for the next 3-6 months. After what just happened and what I just witnessed; after tonight singularly, I don't need anything else disturbing my little fire.

They nod both their heads and I nod mine not saying anything else and carrying her to my room. I'm sure she will wake up puzzled, worried, maybe even scared, but I'll be right there alongside her, she will never be alone again. I lay her body down on my big bed. She never put on pants so her red silk thongs are on full display; inevitably teasing me at the wrong time. Her body curls into a ball and she buries part of her face into the pillow.

I place the big comforter on her and rub her head momentarily as I sit on the edge of the bed.

" get your rest sweet little fire of mine. I'm not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever." I said softly as her body finally relaxed and stopped trembling

I look over her in my bed and she looks just as perfect as I could have imagined. She fills the empty spot perfectly as if it was made just for her. Another rare yet ever so small smile creeps to my lips as I look over her once more. I can see half her face. Her lips are swollen and red, and so is her nose as well as cheeks.

Tears stain her face from where she was crying and her dark auburn hair drapes over the pillow seamlessly. I stand removing my hat, mask, and jacket. My black A-top (otherwise known as a man's tank top basically) showing off my entire black out tattoo. I brush my hair from my face and shake my head.

I can see the sun slowly starting to come up, and I can't help myself but I climb into bed alongside her. I don't expect her to move but she does, her body is way smaller than my own as her head now lays on my chest with my arms around her. Her leg is draped across my waist giving me yet again another intense tease. Her vanilla and fresh flower scent clouding my very being making me want to give in to my heinous thoughts but I won't be disrespectful and act on them. Now's not the time, but the time will come when I can devour every inch and centimeter of her, hearing her begs, and sweet moans, her whimpers as she tries to pull away.

Dear fucking god. The things I so badly want to do to you are unexplainable, little red.