Remembering Raimondo (Complete)

First Time

Jeff woke up sometime in the middle of the night to change his bandages. I knew this because I was awake the whole time. Sleeping with a murderer in the room was not that simple. I mean I tried to, but I couldn't. And to be honest, the fact that he was cold blooded was not the only thing keeping me up. A man lying next to you half naked and handsome, you tell me how much sleep you can get. That plus the discomfort I was in, because of the stitches, I had limited positions to sleep on.

I squinted through my lashes, I did not want him to know that I was awake. Maybe I could get a glimpse at where he put the key.

To my misfortune he did not want to go in the room, instead Jeff opened the door to the motel room and stood outside leaving the door open. He sat at the door way and lit a cigarette. Which was not good. I did not like the smell of cigarettes, and the idea of inhaling second hand smoke did not sit well with me.

I couldn't really say anything to him because that would only let him know that I was awake. But what I needed him to do was close the door after himself so that I could get up.

The cold air coming into the room from outside made me shiver. Before thinking I pulled the covers tightly and gripped the edge of it under my chin. Jeff must have heard because he abruptly turned around. Acting like I was asleep, I closed my eyes. The only disadvantage here though was now I couldn't see him or what he was doing.

Listening carefully to what his next move would be, I heard the door shut. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was still outside but now he closed the door.

Yes. I guess I was fortunate afterall.

This was it, now or never Audrie. I needed to find a window or a back door to flee. Those men after Jeff will not stop until they find him.

Pushing the covers off, I kept my eyes on the door. Knowing that he can come in any moment, I needed to hurry.

I tried to move my foot but something gripped my ankle.

No, he wouldn't.

Getting up to a sitting position, I felt my way towards my ankle.

A fabric was enclosed around me. Stupid man, he should have atleast used something that I would not be able to remove. I chuckled trying to pull at the thing to only have it shock me.

"Shit,"

Having a rush of relentlessness, I tried again only to get shocked again.

Okay, maybe I just need to take it easy and do this slow. Relaxing, I felt over the fabric and tried to make out the brace and where it was attached to.

I felt something like a flap, I tugged lightly...

and again, another shock and this time I felt it to my bone.

"Dammit!"

Feeling helpless and forgetting about the stitches, I finally just dropped back down on the bed.

"Fuck," I groaned clenching my teeth.

A sharp pain pulled at my back. The pain made me twist in bed. With my face against the pillow, I bit down on it. Hard.

And then it him me.

Some people call it an emotional attack or whatever. I call it breaking. All the frustration, everything that happened the last few hours, my inability to move, and the pain from the wound just settled in with me and hit home. Hard. By this point I was not even trying to stop it, I just broke down and began to cry.

I cried like a baby... I cried myself to sleep.

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