Wicked Annabella

Tears and Fears

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I stared at Carter for a few seconds, too shocked to say anything. He shook his head at my expression and then pulled me towards a restaurant. I allowed him to drag me into a small Italian place where we’d eaten before.

Stopping at the door, Carter motioned for me to enter but stayed outside himself, “I’m going to run to the store, order for me you know everything I like here.” With that he turned around and walked off down the empty sidewalk. I shrugged and went over to the waitress who looked at me with sympathy and motioned for me to follow her.

“I’ll have the ravioli and also the meat lasagna with an antipasa salad.” I ordered, not even needing to look at the menus because Carter and I came there at least once a week with his father, the local sheriff.  She cocked her head to the side, obviously curious as to why I was ordering so much food if I was alone.

“Carter should be here soon.” I informed her, and was shocked when her eyes widened in surprise at my words. But she just nodded and left to give the kitchen our order. I pondered on her strange reaction, ‘She must be surprised that he’s out already with a stab wound.’ Not that I blame her of course, I was still shocked that he was let out so early.

I reached for my glass of water, jumping in pain when my side bumped against the table. Gently I leaned back in my chair and rubbed the tender area where I’d been kicked with my fingers. It throbbed slightly but wasn’t unbearable.

Carter walked up to the table and sat down next to me. I turned in my chair and raised my eyebrow at him; he NEVER sat next to me when we ate out. This was just so weird; he’d been nice to me all day. ‘Maybe almost losing me made him realize that he still loved me!’ Happiness filled me, I’d dreamed of him loving me again for two years. Now it was happening, and I adored every minute of it.

“Annabella, love….” Carter’s deep voice interrupted my thoughts and I bit my lip and smiled at him to show I was listening. He stroked my cheek gently with his fingers, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine from his touch.

“Yes?” I breathed out, leaning forward into his touch, my eyes closed from the sensations I was feeling. It felt nice to feel loved for the first time in a long time.  It had been two years since Carter had touched me in any way that made me feel safe and special. Yes, we had sex regularly but that was cold and impersonal purely to satisfy his craving with no thought of how I felt.

He gripped my chin in his hand and brought my face up so I was looking him in the eyes, “I need you to get close to Daunte, the man we just saw that attacked us.”

Horrified, I tried to pull away from him but his grip was firm but gentle, “Why?” I hissed, terrified to hear what he was going to say.  Carter shushed me and pulled me into a hug that filled me with happiness.

“We need to make him pay for what he did to you and our daughter.” He answered.

My heart dropped, “What do you mean by that!” I was so confused, my head started pounding again and tears leaked out of my eyes. My emotions were wild, one second I was happy the next I was terrified. I couldn’t control them anymore than you can keep a wave from breaking on the shore.

He took a sip of water before explaining, “He was the one who convinced me to start growing. If he hadn’t she never would have been left alone and drowned.” That was the first time he hadn’t blamed me for her death and to be honest, it felt amazing to have some of the guilt I carried around lifted.

“What do I have to do?” I whispered, looking down at my hands, which were covered in scratches and bruises from the attack.  

“Just lie to him, tell him you liked it and just gain his trust, and don’t mention me at all.” Carter instructed gently, I sighed and nodded slowly, too afraid to actually speak out loud.

“I sent a note for him to meet you here, I’ll hide and watch from over there, you just charm him and we’ll be set for our revenge.”

He got up and walked around the corner and I heard the front door of the restaurant open and knew my time had come, I needed to get revenge on the man who’d raped me and was the reason my daughter died.

I worked to make my face look seductive then looked up into the face of one of my rapists. He was looking warily; obviously confused as to why I’d asked him there and why I looked so interested in him. “Hey Daunte, why did you leave so soon yesterday?” I crooned, standing up from my chair and walking around to stand next to him. He towered over me, his handsome face full of suspicion.

“Why are you talking to me and not the police?” Daunte asked, backing away from me. I grinned and rolled my eyes, reaching out and taking his large hand in mine.

“I’m just glad to have been done by a real man for once.” I rubbed his hand with my thumbs, and looked at him through my thick eyelashes, “My husband treated me like some sort of china doll.” I shivered inwardly at the feel of his skin on mine, I wanted nothing more than to stab him in the eye with one of the knives from the place setting but that just wouldn’t do.

Daunte’s eyes darkened and I knew he was slightly interested, it was time for me to leave before he caught on, “I’ll see you around Daunte.”  I said, walking towards the front door, waving at him over my shoulder as if I didn’t have a care in the world.

Once I was outside I started running towards the park down the street, tears running down my cheeks. My breath came out in gasps but I didn’t stop till I came to a private bench away from any prying eyes.  I sat on the bench and wrapped my arms around my chest and let myself wail in pain and fear. It was so scary standing next to him, letting him touch me….Pretending that I’d liked the rape.

Then it felt like my hands were on fire, the memory of his touch felt like the lick of flames on my bare skin. I looked around wildly until I spotted a public bathroom a few yards away. I ran over to the door with the women’s sign on it and ran inside and turned on the sink. Desperately I scrubbed at my skin, trying wash away any sign of him. Over and over I squirted soap on my hands and scrubbed fiercely until my skin was red and raw but it didn’t feel like enough.

“I can do this.” I repeated over and over, until my head started to swim and then finally I sank into merciful darkness.