Love from Mars Vol.1

Him

*I didn't write this one alone. RodainR collaborated with me on this one. Please enjoy!*
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I've been so lonely these years, with no one to hold me.
No one to comfort me while it's cold outside.
I can hear the wind howling like a pack of wolves.
I can hear my heart beating slowly,
As if anticipating something
The door bell rings,
Should I answer?
"Maybe it's best if I ignore it"
I didn't listen to my inner voice,
Instead I made my way to the door,
I stood there, in front of the door
As I anxiously await another ring.
I look through the peephole,
Trying to make out the figure in the haze of the night.
At this point my body became numb,
My eyes transfixed
As I don't know what to expect.
I regained composure and braced my back against the door,
Not really knowing what else to do.
It rang again.
Should I answer?
It's him, isn't it?
Why is he here?
I felt the door burst open and there he was standing in front of me.
I felt as my feet trembled, they trembled as he rubbed his hands against my red hot cheeks,
I wanted him,
But he wasn't supposed to be there.
But there he was standing in front of me, with his intentions clear.
The longer his hands were on my cheeks, the hotter they felt.
I felt my tears streaming down my face,
Anticipating what would come next.
I began backing away slowly but I knew he would follow.
He slammed the door behind me him and removed his jacket.
I gazed at him from top to bottom wondering how it was possible to want someone as much as I wanted him.
Every step I took back, he came closer.
Until he finally closed the gap between us.
I felt my heart pounding against his chest,
I felt his breath on my neck, I heard him swallow, my fingers itching to hold his body.
With a sudden impulse, like a hungry lion waiting to devour his prey, he reached for my lips!
I surrendered.
My body was now his, I was powerless, he reached for my hands and we heard the door bell ring.
It rang repeatedly without pause.
He looked at me with fear in his eyes,
I whispered in his ear "hide" and watched him run upstairs to my room, possibly.
As I was about to open the door the bell stopped.
It was quiet, a little too quiet.
The silence was near deafening, I heard everything.
I slowly twisted the doorknob and pulled the door open.
It was dark but it was clear that no one was there.
I stepped outside and looked to the sides trying to see something, someone, anything.
But there was nothing.
As I turned around I was faced with a man in a prison jumpsuit covered in blood. He was holding a gun and motioned me to come inside and close the door.
I was shaking instantaneously.
As I got a better look at his face I recognized him almost immediately.
It was him.
The reason I'd been hiding.
The reason I couldn't be with my spouse.
I hoped never to see him again, but there he was, right in front of me.
My ex-husband had returned for me.
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Love from Mars.