The Rider

The Heat

"Never trust a stranger." - Lizzy Borden
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A loud scream erupts from me while punching the bag in front of me.

"Ahh... Taylor how I've missed you."

The voices in my head keep haunting, playing a game that we both know who will win. His menacing voice sings the melody to my nightmares. My whole body is on fire, begging me to stop but I won't. I wont  stop until this fear, I have goes away. His hands lit up that fire that I thought had died a long time ago. The way he looks at me could set a whole state on fire, the way his hands own my body, my soul.....

If Ford hadn't shown up, where would I be...

Another scream erupts as I kick it harder imaging it was him.

"I heard you've been hiding from me.... You know I have eyes everywhere."

"You're so tense mi bella, relax..."

"We'll meet again.."

I keep on punching and kicking it with so much determination. I wont stop until it's broken, until he's broken. I break it and kick it harder causing it to fall on the ground, rolling off the ring. I jump on it and punch it repeatedly.

All I see is red....

After we left, we came here and I immediately changed into my workout gear tossing the flimsy dress aside. I went into the ring and started punching the first thing I saw. Ford is sitting on the floor leaning on the wall with his knees up, watching me take all of my frustration on this dummy. I eventually stop hitting whatever is left of the punching bag  and cool off, wiping the sweat off my forehead. I'm panting hard, my body is red and flustered, Ford's hard stare isn't helping me.
He suddenly stands up and walks towards me.

"What are you doing." I ask him breathlessly.

He changed into his usual black muscle vest and shorts. He enters the ring, takes off his shirt and tosses it aside. I can see his scars more clearly now. He has four large scars that go right across his chest. The rest of his body is full of tattoos and one of them are Roman numbers which are on his biceps.

"Get up." He says in a serious tone.

I give him a confused look and get up slowly. He starts warming up and I do the same knowing already what's about to happen.

He nods his head indicating that he's ready and looks at me intensively.

As soon as he nods his head I turn around quickly and kick his chest with my right foot but he quickly grabs and twists it, causing me to fall on my back.

"You always step on your left foot before you attack." He says calmy and puts his hand out for me to get up.

I give him my hand, pull and twist his causing him to wince in pain. I kick the back of his knee causing him to fall on his back. I take his one hand and twist it bending it forward so he won't be able to fight back, I put my knee on his chest making it hard for him to move and breath. With all of his strength he pushes himself up and lands forcefully on me, knocking all the air out of me.

At the amount of force he pushed himself into me I cry out in pain.

He pulls my right leg around his lower back and puts his elbows around my head to hold his weight. His right hand holds my leg in place over his back.

This isn't a wrestling move....

He pulls my other leg so that both my legs are around his lower back now. I swallow hard and struggle to breath from beneath him. His gaze is too strong that I have to close my eyes to avoid it. We're so close I can even feel his breathing fanning my neck. My body is frozen, I don't even know what's wrong or what's right anymore. He lowers his head to the croak of my neck and his lips come into contact with my neck. I swear it feels like hot lava running down my neck. He licks my neck causing a bunch of different sensations to burst through my body. It's like I'm being born again, the feeling is too much, too fucking raw..

"What are you doing."I say pulling my neck away from him.

He looks at me as if starting deep into some unknown truth he knows about me. When he doesn't quickly move away from him and as I'm about to stand he grips my arm which causes me to seize all movement.

"Do you know why I saved you tonight?" The question hangs in the air for a few minutes and my brain goes through all the reasons why he even knew I was there at the first place.

"No." I reply not wanting to ask too many questions.

I sit back down across from him wondering what he's about to say. The whole place is quiet since we're the only people here.

Ford was hiding something, I knew that. He knows something or knows Robert but how does he know me?

"He isn't your real father is he?"

I flinch slightly at his question at the mention of my father. I feel my heart beat faster at his words and my hands ball in fists already going in defense mode.

He suddenly smiles, showing his teeth and he looks like something that fell out of hell. His smile is sinister and the laugh that follows even worse.

He suddenly stands up and pulls out his hand for me to stand.

"Come on Taylor, let me take you home."

I look at him and look back at his hand in front of me. I couldn't trust him, something in my gut tells me not to. I stand up and walk out the ring.

The door to the changing room is locked and I start pushing and kicking it.

"Open dammit!" I growl angrily, desperate to get away from him.

I have to get away from here, get away from him....

"Open!" I shout out pushing it for the last time.

The door is locked and I'm fucking stuck in here.

"Ford open the fucking door." I say starting to panic slightly. I'm stuck in here with a man whom knows so much about me and could probably be after me.

He walks towards the edge of the ring, stands there and rests his hands on the red outlines of the ring. He's smiling now and seeing me like this seems to make him happy.

I'm stuck in this life, In this body, I'm stuck and I have nowhere to go. I always wonder if my father was around how would my life be. I would of never moved in with my aunt, never met Rob, I would of had the only thing I've ever given up looking for, happiness. Is it possible to be alive and dead at the same time? If it is you might as well put my body in a casket and burry me six feet under, I wouldn't mind.

I'm now on the ground, leaning on the door with my knees up and my head resting on them.

I almost had a breakdown.

I don't deal well with unfamiliar emotions, I can't handle them, I don't know how to.

I suddenly feel his presence in front of me. I close my eyes preparing myself for the worse that could happen but it never does. Instead I hear the door being unlocked.

He slowly bends down in front of me and his hand makes contact which my chin pulling my face up to look at him.

"I would never harm daddy's girl, he'd probably kill me if I did. I'm on your side Taylor, I'm only trying to look out for you." He says in a serious tone but his eyes look crazed and I watch as his face contorts into a one of sadness.

He's crazy.

I grab his hand and remove it from my face. I look at him for the last time and stand up.

"Fuck you."