Silent Wars

Dark Times

PLAY AUDIO BEFORE READING**
It's past ten at night here in Belfast, Ireland. I go back to my childhood times.
"That's not fair. I wanted the cookie."
The brother says. I stare at him and he motions for me to follow him quietly. She won't notice anyways. I jump off the chair and follow. I see him. His copper hair shining in the sunset. "I'm scared." I say. "I know but think about it in a few years you and I will be free." He pulls me tightly into his arms.
*after college*
I'm a free woman. I wanted a change so I came to the states to be who I wanted to be. I haven't spoken to Peter in six years. I hope he's alright.
A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts and I know who it is, so I grab my 'phone' and bag to come face to face with Paul. I close the door and he opens my door for me and gets in the driver's seat which is on the right. He closes the door and begins to drive. I look out the window and feel his hand touch mine. I squeeze his hand for reassurance because I don't know what's to come. "I'm protecting you don't worry. You're safe." I scoff. "You said that last time."
"Killed who Peter?"
He pauses. "Susan. Susan Harper."
His breathing is raggedy.
"How?" I ask in a fearful tone wondering if I even want to know this.
"We were just messing around." He looks up at me with hurt eyes.
I intake a large amount of breath and exhale. Waiting. "Keep going." I whisper once again not trusting myself to speak. "I...I placed a bag over her head." Chills run through me a little. I close my eyes. "Why? What were you doing Peter?" I say cold hearted. He sighs. "I can't do this."
He says. "Just say it you bastard." I hold back the waterworks invading my field of vision. "I kissed her." I close my eyes as he continues to tell me what happened. "You strangled her." I say sniffing up some tears, but more comes out. "I know I'm a monster." He says ashamed. He should be. I've been so loyal to him. "I don't care that you killed her. What hurts the most is that you think I'm not enough for you. I've looked into this lifestyle for US. You f***** up real good this time Peter. You've given me a reason to suck the life out of somebody's throat. Thank you." I say through tears and run out of the car. He speeds after me, and steps in front of me. "I know I messed up, but please I want to protect you. You're safe with me." He pleads. I stare at him coldly with a tear stained face. "Am I?"
Tears run down my face. "Tell me." His voice brings me back.
I wipe my eyes. Strong girls like you don't cry over him. Suck. It. Up. I shake my head refusing to answer him. He pulls the car over and waits. "Tell me." I freeze. I know that voice. I look into his eyes that are now commanding and dark. "Am I? I can take care of myself. The only reason I'm here is because you contacted me." I say coldly back. He runs a hand through his hair and down his beard. "We can talk about this later." I roll my my eyes and look out the window. "Of course always avoiding the topic." He stops the car harshly and before I can register what is going on he is on top me with his killer face. "I'm not avoiding anything. I love you and you f****** left me. I am the way I am not just because of my past but also because of you. I loved you...f*** I still do. I think about you all the time." He places his strong hands over me and my body goes rigid to his touch. I feel like I can't breathe anymore. I'm panting quickly now. "You said you'd never kill me. Don't you want to? Just do it already." My head feels light and the heat between us is rising. We're panting together. "No. I'd like be rough with you, but I want to finish this first, and then punish you." He grabs my chin to look in his possessive eyes. "I'm gonna punish you so bad you're gonna be sore for a week." My airway feels constricted to his presence. I smile wickedly. "You're married f*****. You can't harm me. You can't touch me." He let's go rather harshly and leans down to my ear. "Watch me." He gets off of me and starts the car. I look at his flustered state. He drives off as we both let our thoughts play.