The Runaway Sub. (Book Three)

Chapter 17

If you weren't so crazy, I'd think you're insane.
-Unknown

Darcy

"I have to go." I say to Asha as I tried and failed in trying not to sound angry.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to get things settled once and for all."

I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, pulling my hair into a messy bun before grabbing my sneakers.

"Will I be able to see you after?"

The hope in Asha's had me halting my steps and I turned from my walk to the mini fridge to face her. She still sat on my bed but now her eyes were once more downcast and she was picking at her jeans.

"Asha... things are complicated right now-"

"You let her take advantage of you, use you and basically dump you... have her mom come her and cause a scene... and you still want her?"

"Ash-"

"What does she have that I don't?"

"It's much more complicated than that and you know it."

"Is it? I love you! She's just going through a faze! One day she'll wake up and you'll be all alone, but I'm right here and I want you."

"Asha."

I stopped. There were no words that I could say to her to try and make her understand.

I hated Jane for leaving me... for making me fall for her and thinking she fell too. I hated that I'm not over her and still fall prey to her voice, her touch, her smile. I sighed as I saw the sadness in this young girl's eyes and I so wanted to return her love. But this wouldn't be fair to either of us. She'd give herself to me 100% and I would only be giving her a percentage of me.

I walked over to her, fingers beneath her chin as I stared into the beautiful depths of her eyes. Slowly, I placed a lingering kiss to her lips and I felt my heart clench as I tasted the salt of her tears.

"I'm sorry." I whispered against her lips. "But I just have to know."

Quietly I left a sobbing Asha alone in my room and silently prayed she didn't completely destroy it.

It was now or never. I was going to march right over to her place and we were going to have this conversation whether she liked it or not. I was no sooner out the building and I ignored everyone to the best of my ability as I headed to my parked car.

I had already made up my mind to get home, shower and dress before marching over to her house and I wouldn't care less if her mom was there.

I still couldn't understand how she could be so bias at time. It was either her going through menopause or she had bipolar disorder. One moment she hated my guts and practically called me a black homicidal lunatic who she wanted far away from her daughter and the next, she was mad because I was doing my job...

Okay, maybe I wasn't completely doing my job... but she doesn't know that. The point is, she's a crazy lady.

When I arrived at my apartment complex, I shut off my engine and headed up to my floor. I just wanted to have a quick shower, something to eat and a few spare change before I had to enter the lair of the beast.

"Darcy."

As soon as I stepped off the elevator I was confronted by my mom and dad and I was lost for words as there was no way of escape.

"Wha- why-..."

"We just wanna talk sweetie." My dad interjects. "We're not here to fight."

"Not here to fight?! Every time I try to talk to you guys it ends with us fighting. You guys never listen to me and instead of you trying to understand me, you threaten to lock me in an asylum or send me to a conversion camp... I don't even know which is worse... being beaten half to death or being drugged to death."

"We are your parents and we want what's best for you!-" my mom snaps and I once more cut in.

"What's best for me!-"

"This sick pathetic life you wanna live is not right! It is nasty and-"

"You see what I'm saying! How dare you just show up at my place to make my life hell?! I moved out of your place and that means I no longer have to deal with your stupidity-"

"Our stupidity!" My mother shouted and before I knew what was happening I was struck hard against my face. So hard that I could taste blood in my mouth and I angrily turned to face her.

"Get. Out." I spoke calmly, the opposite of how I was honestly feeling inside but I just wanted them gone.

It was embarrassing to admit that my mother was an abusive woman and my father, the wuss who let her do whatever she liked and turned a blind eye to the horrors she inflicted upon me.

"I have done everything to make you see the errors of your ways and if I have to beat you to death just so you would snap out of this nonsense... then so be it." She snapped and I took a careful step back as she took a dangerous step towards me.

It's been years since she last hit me... like, seriously hit me and I knew that as a 22 year old I shouldn't be afraid of her anymore but my brain obviously didn't register that notion as my entire being was overrun with fear. My ears felt like they were about to pop from how fast the blood was rushing and I held my breath and tensed up in preparation for her onslaught.

As soon as she reached me and I saw her hand raised, my eyes fleeting went to my dad in some desperate hope that he would stop this madness, as clearly I wasn't thinking enough to stop it on my own... instead, he just looked away and two seconds later I  tasted blood as my head impacted horribly with the wall behind me from how hard she shoved me.

"Hey! What the hell are you people doing?!" I faintly heard as my eyes rolled back in my head.

"Why don't you stay out of this."

I tried to hear the conversation around me for as long as I could but apparently I had underestimated my mother's strength because my legs could no longer support me and I was headed downwards.

The floor never received me and I felt like I was floating so I slowly opened my eyes as subtly as I'd dared only to look up into the eyes of my neighbor.

"Alex." I murmured before seconds later allowing the blackness that was my subconscious, to take over.