A Letter To My Love: A Stolen Novel

Chapter 4

After you fell asleep again, I decided to stay busy, not be so damn anxious to see you and watch you sleep. It was pretty tough at first, but you needed your rest. When the drugs wear off, you'll be you again, and you won't need to sleep the beautiful day away. I flicked the light on in the shed and found my rhythm as I mixed the paints and created some more of my art that I would hopefully get to share with you once you're better. I made it all for you. Every line, dot, squiggle, and pattern were all for you.

I decided to start with green, your favorite color, and I drew animals, trees, plants, and us apart from the rest—all in green, your color. I then took the orange, my color, and painted a fireplace and us together by the fire happily as one. Then, I drew just shapes, and it was in both of our colors with dashes of red in there as well. "Well, time for a break," I said and moved out of the shed only to find you wandering about the land. "Glad to see your up!" I shouted, but you didn't seem to hear me; you looked scared. "Gem!" I called you. No answer. "Gem!" I called a little bit louder. "Gemma!" Still no answer. I sighed and walked out towards my black truck. You started running, farther and farther away from me. "Please, don't do this," I muttered to myself mostly. I started the car, and it roared to life. You started to run faster and in zigzags as sweat was pooling around your body.

You changed directions a few times to try and trick me, but the joke's on you because I expected that and slowed down the car to make my turn towards you. To bring you home with me. You were crying and flailing your arms around hysterically. You even called for help a few times even though I was your help. Your only help.

I circled you to try and drive you towards the car. You stopped dead in your tracks and stayed. You were finally coming back to me, or so I thought until you backed away to run again. It appeared you just needed to catch your breath. "It's no use!" I shouted, and irritation was clear in my tone. "You won't find anything. You won't find anyone." You cried, and my heart shattered into a million pieces because I caused those tears. I opened the door so that you would come back to me and let you know that I wasn't mad at you. When you still didn't come, I tugged on your t-shirt and pulled you towards my body, and we both crash-landed onto the red sand. You scratched at me and tried to get away, but I wasn't giving up anytime soon. That was when you bit my hand, and I said some choice words right then and there. I loosened my grip, and you were back on your feet, trying to get away from me again.

I didn't let you get away this time. I was on you in less than a second flat. I pushed you down to the ground and pinned you to that spot until you started to think clearly again. "Give in, Gemma," I growled in your ear. I wanted you to. I was desperate by this time that I would do anything for you to get you to cooperate. You always were stubborn. Not like your mum or your dad, but like you. Gemma. My Gemma. "Can't you see there's nowhere to go?" You tried to fight me again, and I can say I didn't expect this to happen. I felt a puddle of urine soak through the fabric of your jeans.