That Little Letter

Chapter Sixty Four

Dove was lifted up onto the marble countertop right before Johnny started walking around the kitchen just to find where the tea bags were held and where the mugs were, as well as the pot. So Dove pointed to where everything was as she stayed on the countertop. Her body felt like it was beating along with her heart, but it was a numb kind of beating. Everything felt like it was there, but it felt numb and cold, almost too lifeless for her to consider anything real. Or maybe it was too lively for her mind, or for her heart. 

But Dove just shook these thoughts away as Johnny filled the pot with tap water and put it on top of an element on the old stove that her mother refused to ever let go of. While it started to heat, Johnny put a tea bag into a white mug and then came over to Dove and wrapped his arms around her waist, forcing both of her legs on either side of his torso. "You're gunna get better, baby," he murmured softly before bringing his lips toward her ear. "I love you," he whispered gently right before he kissed the very edge of her jaw right before the ear.

Dove hardly heard what he said before he started attacking at her face, jaw, neck and arms. She stared at the pot on the stove and silently wished it would start screaming like a child so that he would break away from her. She already had two hickies on her neck, and she didn't want to have anymore. It didn't take long before the pot started screeching, forcing Johnny to pull away from her right as he got to her collarbone. Dove shivered once he turned away from her to deal with the hot water. Johnny wasn't who she wanted. She hated it when he kissed her. She hated the way he looked at her. She hated the way he controlled everything. She hated being labeled as his girlfriend.

But there was one thing she didn't hate at that moment.

Max.