BY DEMARCO'S STANDARDS (Part 5)

It's Time

And just like that I woke up into the twilight zone. The pass month has been anything but calm and normal. If anything it's been one showdown after the next, and mainly because of my presence in Demarco's life.

There's only one word to describe my life right now and that is unhappiness. In a matter of seconds I went from being a independent woman to a near prisoner. Demarco doesn't allow me out of his flat unless I'm accompanied by him and the final straw came today when I received a e-mail from my job informing me that I had been let go due to not being there. For week's I had pleaded with Demarco about returning to work but he insisted that it just wasn't safe to do so. If he could wrap me in bubble wrap he would.

Due to the circumstances of his first marriage he lives in fear over my wellbeing. When I reread the e-mail I shut myself up in the bathroom for a bit of privacy so I could fall apart. One thing became clear, this relationship wasn't healthy.

I care for Demarco but it wasn't yet love. Other than his overprotectiveness he was good to me and the sex was outstanding but I couldn't live like this anymore. I couldn't allow this family to fall apart because their hate of me. I couldn't let Demarco rule over my life in such a way. It had already cost me my job that I worked so hard for. I haven't spoken to my friend's and I do miss them. I've even given up my therapeutic jogs because it's too dangerous now. I've never felt so out of control of my life as I do now. I've spoken to Demarco several time's about this but he refuse's to give an inch.

As I mentioned earlier I do care for Demarco and wish thing's could be different but for now I can't be with him. He's doing exactly as he wants with me and not hearing my concerns. He's basically keeping me here against my will like so many of these men do. I'm his prisoner in a certain sense. So far it's cost me too much such as my freedom and most recently my job and it hurt like hell.

I knew I had to get away, had to get out of this building and probably this town because Demarco would never let me get too far. I knew just what I had to do and I knew the one person that would help me escape. I waited until Demarco was called to the Den then I took my chances. Peeking my head out the door I made sure the hall was clear then stepped out. I padded down the hall until I stood in front of the former kings door. I had overheard Laney say at last night's failed dinner that she had a early spa appointment this morning so I knew she would be out. However I prayed that Mr. Harper was home. Taking a deep breath I rapped on the door clearly thinking he he had the perfect opportunity to kill me now. There was no one here now to protect me from him.

After my first run in with Laney we had gotton along well for the most part. Besides Demarco she was the only one in the family that protected me, but Mr. Harper, he detested the air I breathed but I knew he would help me. Yes, if anyone would help me disappear it would be him. I just hope his idea of  making me disappear wasn't murder.

On the verge of thinking this was a bad idea and getting ready to dart off the door swung open and I was greeted by his deadly scowl. I won't lie, this man put the fear of God in me.  How Laney wasn't scared of this monster I'll never understand. He stared down at me without even tilting his head down. No he stared straight along his nose. "Laney's not here" he growled and went to slam the door shut. Finally I was able to react. "No, it's you who I wish to speak with". I spoke fastly pushing back against the door against his strength.

After moment's of battling each other over the door Mr. Harper finally relented. "What is it going to take to get you to leave me alone?" He spoke with irritation.

Speaking fast I blurted out. "I need your help. Your the only one who can help me".

London stared down at me for what seemed like an eternity as if he was deciding on what to do next. With an exaggerated breath he groaned. "The last woman who came to me for help I haven't been able to get rid of. She's like a fucking rash that don't go away".