Intruder Inside My Soul (EDITED)

14

“Did you go to the police?” Finally, after a silent moment of tension, Tyler asked.

I shook my head.

“Why?” I couldn’t quite understand if he was shocked or angry at me from his question.

“I was scared and ashamed. I didn’t want anyone to know what happened to me. I thought that he would never do that to me again. That somewhere in my fucked up state, I hoped that everything would go back to normal. And for a while, it did. Until he beat me again and then again. It lasted for almost a year. I had to drop out of school and quit my job. I rarely got out of the house and I fell into depression.” I hated myself for not doing anything to stop Greg. And now I hated Tyler for making me confess these things.

“How did you get away?” H wanted to know. Of course, he wanted to know.

“I wasn’t planning to run away. It just so happened that I met our neighbor. His name was Peter. He was really nice and quickly noticed that something was wrong with me. He tried to ask me, but I didn’t want to tell anything. He understood and didn’t push me, though he kept coming and made sure that I was alright almost every day.

One day, he came to me and found me lying on the ground in the kitchen. Greg knocked me out cold that morning. I still can’t remember why. Peter couldn’t take it anymore and demanded me to go to the police. But I made him swore that he wouldn’t tell anyone about me. And he didn’t. But only if I would go with him.

That day, Peter was going home to his parents on the other side of the country. He was going to stay there for a couple of months. I agreed. I just couldn’t take it anymore. It was the perfect opportunity for me to get away from Greg. He had no idea that I talked to Peter or even that he was our neighbor.

I finally got away. Staying with Peter helped me a lot. He managed to get me out of my depression and fear of men. I don’t know why, but it didn’t affect me mentally as it should have. After only two months, I was able to sleep without nightmares.

I try to think of it as seldom as possible, and actually have never talked about this out loud. That was what kept me sane. Just leaving it in my past and forgetting about it. To keep living and let it go. That was what helped me.

Until you forced me to speak about it, opening up my old scars. Making me remember every second of my biggest nightmare.” I narrowed my eyes at Tyler. He became oddly quiet and looked at the floor.

“What’s his last name?” he finally asked, looking at me.

“It doesn’t matter. He is far away. Let it be.” I shook my head and got up from the couch.

“It does matter! Where do you think you are going?” Tyler jumped up and ran after me.

I kept my mouth shut. I was not in the mood to talk anymore and he didn’t have any right to ask me anything.

“Hey! Answer me, God damn it!” That was it. How dared he order me anything.

I swiftly turned around and Tyler abruptly stopped before he could crash into me.

“Who do you think you are? Huh? I am not some random chick you can boss around. I am not one of your whores to demand things from you peace of shit! I am strong and fierce. I am Amabel Baxter, the daughter of Hudson fucking Baxter. And if you ever come near me again, I will put a fucking bullet in that empty heart of yours. Do you understand me, you fucking coward?” I yelled at him. With every sentence, I pushed him backwards with both of my hands until he was pressed against the wall.

Finally, he was the one cornered and not me. But the triumph was short lived as I was grabbed by my throat and thrown at the wall on which only a second ago Tyler’s back was against. The back of my head hit the wall hard, making my head spin. I hissed in pain and grabbed his hand with both of mine. I tried to pray his hand away from me. It just made him squeeze my throat with a force that made breathing very hard but didn’t cut the oxygen off completely. Though it did leave me lightheaded.

“You listen and listen carefully, kitten. I don’t care who’s your father or how brave you think you are. I don’t care that you’ve been abused before. I will make you submit to me if you ever as much as try disrespecting me. Do YOU understand that?” Tyler hissed right in my face as he had brought his so close to mine that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

Tyler eyed every inch of my face. I just felt it. It was hard to see anything, as my eyes were watering from the force on my neck.

“Do not ever forget that I am Tyler fucking “Animus” Rush. I am the one you do not want to mess with because I could easily not just kill you, but break you first in so many ways you couldn’t possibly imagine.” His breath fanned my face, making his threat so much more real.

“But I am not going to kill you...” he pressed his forehead against mine and licked his lover lip. “You make my dick twitch in a way no woman ever had. It would be a waste to let you go. No. I think I’m going to keep you to myself. And so help me God, if anyone tries to take you away from me...”

With that, he crushed his full lips on mine...