A Letter To My Love: A Stolen Novel

Chapter 14

I walked towards the outhouse in anticipation of you seeing my beautiful masterpiece. Also with it being the reason you had decided to spend the whole day with me. 

As I kept walking towards the outhouse, I realized that your slight footsteps had stalled and then stopped completely. Perhaps you weren't yet tired of looking for an escape today, even if it involved my car that was keyless. I had to wonder if you were ready to see my masterpiece with all these silly escape attempts, but I had hoped you were. I was so anxious to see your response to it, and hopefully, one day, you could be a part of it too. 

"I don't know why you keep trying," I said once you finally caught up with me. "There's no way out." My tone had a sense of finality to indicate to you that I was done with this conversation, and to my surprise, you did drop it and didn't fight me on it this time. I was glad to see that some progress was made. 

I took the key to the outhouse from my shirt pocket and began to jiggle the lock until it made a soft clicking noise. I had yet to open the door because I really was unsure if you were ready to see what I had created, and I had to make sure. 

"I don't want to take you in here if you're not ready," I said soundly. 

I didn't give you a chance to answer if you were ready or not, my mistake. I should have listened to you, Gemma; I guess I still have room for improvement in my listening skills. 

We stepped farther into the room together that was pitch black without the curtains open. I can't imagine what you must have been thinking, but I can imagine that it was none too pleasant for you based on your reaction. 

Your breathing stalled and rapidly sped up as I walked across the room to bring light in. I smiled that reassuring smile again to make sure that you knew I wouldn't hurt you, that I would never hurt you. 

"I... Don't... Know...," your words were slow but clear all the same, and I pushed you as I walked farther into the room, nudging you forward. 

"You're going to like this," I met your face that was hidden in shadows and darkness. I couldn't see your reaction if you gave one at all. 

That was until you began screaming and frantically trying to loosen the grip that I had on you. I didn't mean to squeeze you as tight as you had, but I didn't want you to get injured or ruin what took me so long to create. 

Your struggling rate became faster and faster as you tried to get me to loosen a tightening grip. I walked you farther into the room so I could manage to hit the lights with you latched onto me so that you wouldn't do something that you'd regret shortly. 

"Don't move!" I shouted. That did nothing to stop your bout of movement, and my grip was only slightly slowing you down at this point. You had a determination on your side that would be stronger than anyone's strength. "Be still."  I tried a calming voice instead of one yelling. I hated yelling. "You'll wreck it." I tried again. My words did nothing for you; in fact, they made you madder, all the way to the point of biting my arm and spitting at me. 

My grip loosened to wipe your spit off of my face for the second time since you've been here. 

You also had done what I was trying to prevent, you fell to the floor and hit your knee hard, but you didn't scream out in pain, it showed me how strong you really were, but I wasn't admiring you at that moment. I was fucking mad at this point. 

I pinned you to the floor. 

"I said don't move!" I yelled at you. 

You tried to grip at the floorboards to try and get away from me. 

I edged closer towards you when you screamed: "Don't hurt me!" At me. You cowered beneath me in plain terror. 

You had had it with me at this moment and let out a final scream before you punched at my masterpiece and, with one fell swoop, destroyed it. 

I let go of you as tears streamed down my face faster than they have ever come before. 

"Just stop..." And when you kept thrashing about, I screamed at you, louder than any one person should ever scream at another. "STOP!" 

You stumbled and fell to the floor once again.  You kept touching everything with your fists of rage, and I had to wonder why you were angry when you had just ruined something so beautiful that was mine? 

"STOP! Please, Gemma, stay where you are!" I pleaded with you. If only I could have gotten you to listen. 

I went through the room to find the damn curtain before you destroyed anything else or before you injured yourself further. 

I heard you shuffling around and trying to back up out of the room. You slipped once more before I could open the curtains. Your eyes were in that moment, huge and afraid.