Insanity is the Only Path to Happiness

Whoops, I Just Keep Going On

I couldn't help my mama bear instinct; I went over and curled beside him without a single word. I could feel his stare, but it wasn't at all creepy. It felt more like when you try and memorize something.

We were facing each other and I let a few yawns escape my mouth. He coiled an arm around me and pulled me to his chest.

"Go to sleep, darling. I will be here when you wake." With those simple words, I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, Dom was still asleep. But, his breathing seemed easier than it had last night. I looked down at his bare chest for a moment and quickly turned away, a dull blush present on my cheeks. But, then all thoughts of that nature passed as I remembered the wound I had seen last night. A large stab wound in his gut, but he wouldn't let me bind it up. Now?

There was perfect skin. It looked unmarred by any scars or even bright pink flesh that would indicate a wound had ever been there. But, there was nothing but flawless skin.

I had trailed my fingers along where the wound should have been before I thought twice of my actions. I ducked my head, pulled back my arm and blushed much harder than I had before. What was I thinking?

"Well, it looks as though someone thought of me last night." I jerked, whipping my hair in every direction. "Ow!"

I immediately felt guilty. But, to be fair, he was the one who had startled me. He deserved what he had gotten. Then, he turned his head toward me, smiled and simply said, "Run."

His smile was what scared me the most. It looked evil, but also warning. So, I did the sane thing and ran. I heard him begin to count as soon as I turned the doorknob, but that only made me lock him in. As I raced downstairs, I tried to think of what I had done that had made him snap like this, but my mind drew a blank.

I spotted a closet and hopped inside. Closing the door softly, I grabbed ahold of the top shelf and hoisted myself up. Covering myself with blankets, I made sure I looked like an ordinary pile. Just in time too, for he opened the door.

"Come on out, darling. I don't really want to play games right now and, trust me, neither do you." He waited for a good minute and then laughed.

"Well, it was your decision Cynthia. I offered you an out, don't forget it. Because when I find you, I won't be so nice anymore." I almost gasped, but remembered the situation and held it in. This was him being nice?

I could hear his footsteps trailing away. Now, I had a decision to make. Should I move, or should I stay? Unfortunately, that decision was made for me when the closet door opened, the blankets were ripped off my body and a voice began cooing in my ear.

"Ah, darling Mate. You thought you could hide from me? I knew you were on the shelf the moment I came downstairs. Your heartbeat is a little loud." I was confused on how he could hear my heartbeat, but I didn't have time to worry about that. He picked me up bridal style and strode through the hallway.

"Where are we going?" I managed to say without whimpering. He looked down at me, a wide smirk present on his face.

"Why, darling," He cooed in my ear. "We are going back to my place."

My eyes widened and I began to struggle. "No, no! You can't.. you can't take me away again!" I was screaming and doing anything I could to even slow him down. He just continued walking.

"Please." I begged, tears beginning to form. "Please don't take me away again. I don't want to go." He glanced down, his eyes hard.

"It isn't really your choice, now is it?" He said with a straight face.