Fear and Loving

Chapter 5: What now?

I was finally where I wanted to be; neck deep in hot water and epsome salt. I had my ipad playing one punch man. I needed something to keep my mind off everything. It was working. Except that my phone kept ringing, and I knew exactly who it was. This had been going on for three episodes now. I had to answer. Or he would come here; and I couldn't have him invading my only safe haven. I dried my hand on a near by towel and answered.

"Yes sir?" I asked, as professionally as I could.

"Ever." He sounded relieved and irrate at the same time.

"Yes?" What was his problem?

"Where are you?"

"At my home. Do you need something sir?" Where else would I be.

"I came to your house to check on you and found it vacant. Where. Are. You?" Oh! That's right. I changed my address in the system for this very purpose.

"I am at home. You are at the fake address I put in the system so I wouldn't have to worry about being assaulted in my own home. Now what do you need?" I was struggling to keep the rage out of my voice.
He sighed loudly before speaking.

"Ever, you're hurt. I just want to take care of you. You need me." I pulled the phone from my ear looking at it as if that would relay my disbelief to him.

"I need you? Tell me something. Who do you think took care of me all the other times? You saw the xrays. I can take care of myself. I do not now, nor will I ever need you. Goodbye." And I hung up. I sighed heavily. A major headache was coming soon I could feel it. I got out of the tub, dried & dressed in some light pajamas. I had already eaten so all that was left to do was sleep. I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I awakened on a beach. The moon was full, the breeze was warm and sweet. The sand carressed my skin. I was dreaming. This was my happy place, I came here often in my sleep. I don't know how or when it started but I'm a pretty good lucid dreamer if I do say so myself. I just layed there enjoying the atmosphere. I wish I could stay here forever. The tide was coming in; I could just barely feel the water kissing my feet. It was the perfect temperature. Perhaps I would go for a sw--

My thought was interrupted. The air had stilled and gone cold. I stayed still. Whatever nightmare my brain was trying to conjure would pass. And then, a shadow fell over me. Shit. I sat up and slowly turned my head to look over my shoulder. Behind me was a nightmare far worse than anything I'd ever dreamed up. He was here, in my safe haven. How? Why? I needed to wake up. I reached to pinch myself; and then I was suddenly standing infront of him. My wrist was trapped painfully in his grasp.

"Leaving so soon mate? We haven't even had a chance to talk." I felt violated. I wasn't even safe in my own mind. I hung my head trying not to cry. If I wasn't safe here, I wasn't safe anywhere. I need to end this. I couldn't take it anymore. I would need to see a lawyer to have my will
written and-
My thought was cut short by a hiss.
"You will not think of such things. I told you; you have nothing more to fear from me. I will not harm you."
I almost laughed as I looked pointedly at my arm. It was numb from lack of circulation and a bruise would be forming soon where his hand was.
He cursed and released his death grip on my wrist only to place his hands on my hips. I felt disgusting with his hands on me. I wished he would say what he had to say & leave me in peace. I waited.

"I only want to spend time with you, little human. You are being unnecessarily difficult."
Unnecessarily difficult huh? I found myself remembering all the times he broke my bones, all the times I woke up on his office floor, all the times I had to lie to doctors and police. I thought about how much I hated waking up in the morning, I thought about how much I wanted to die and how he made me this way. No; I was not being difficult. He was being ubsurd. I wanted him to leave.

"Do you not wish to spend time with your mate, little human?" I'd honestly rather jump off the Eiffel tower. Instead of saying so I just stared at him blankly. Was I supposed to want to spend time with him? Did other human mates feel some kind of pull?