Running of the Cult

Anger

   Driving down the long winding road was quite hard for Savanna. She hated the drive, she did it every single night to come back 'home'; she did it because she was in love--a false sense of it. She had never received anything back from all the deeds she had done. Deep down inside she knew how much it hurt her but she knew that she could never let it show. Savanna wanted to seem strong and bold, but was very far from it. Her old junk car rolled up on a set of cabins, it seemed as if it was an abandoned campsite. It was a bit of a mess, but it seemed as if people had inhabited the area and made it their own. Savanna parked her car against the muddy trail. She took a deep sigh in. She didn't know what to expect when she had walked inside of her cabin. She opened the car door and she began to walk toward her cabin. She had got to the door and debated for a few seconds before she had walked into the cabin. It seemed very well furnished inside, but it was very bland. There was no photos on the walls, but there were was pretty painting. Other than the posh sofa and the wooden end table, the room was filled with sadness. A few seconds after, you could hear footsteps walking down the hall. Savanna had chills but she was ''happy'' to be home with the one she had loved the most. A man with gelled-back, black hair walked down the hallway. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of jeans, with a leather belt. He had muscle to his body, but scars on his chest which was noticeably visible. He was quite hairy and his skin looked very rough. He had dark bags under his eyes. His eyes had scorned a hole in a Savanna's chest. However, he was angry. She knew it by the way he had looked at her, he continued to walk down the hallway until he had reached her. He put a fake smile on his face as he gave her a peck on the cheek and he caressed her face with his dirty hands.

"Savanna, I hope you had a good day~"
He said with a sweet tone, 'maybe he isn't to terribly angry' She thought to herself. She smiled as she started to develop tears in her eyes, he was her weakness.

"David, I had such a good day. I got you some liquor when I was at the store. I hoped you had a good day as well-"

She answered to him, as the tears started to roll down her face. She loved him when he was like this with her but she knew that it would never last long. He was short-tempered with a hot-fuse. David pulled away for a second and he began to chuckle to himself. 

He had covered his mouth a bit as looked down at the ground, he seemed as if he was trying to process something.

"So what the hell is your excuse today?" He looked back up at her with a sick smirk on his face. Savanna's tears continued to roll down her face.

"She loves him, David- It's a lost cause"

Savanna answered quickly. She knew she probably should not have have said that. In a few moments, his demeanor had changed. The space between them had gotten hotter, tension had filled the air for a brief second. He delivered a harsh fist to the mouth, he had snapped. He couldn't believe what she was telling him, 'she was in love'. The punch was so hard that she had fallen on the ground. He had busted her lip a bit, the blood began to trickle lightly as she looked up at him he then had grabbed her up by her shirt collar.

"FUCK YOU-SHE'S MINE GOD DAMN IT"

He screamed loudly right into her face, she had looked away as his spit had gotten all over her face. He had glared harshly at her, his dark eyebrows were furrowed up. Before she knew it, he had pulled her up by her fragile neck and pressed her body up against the wall, just staring into her sadden eyes. She couldn't even look at him, he had done stuff like this all the time. No one ever stopped him because he was a scary individual, so many people looked up to him. After all he was a drug-lord, he was the main source of drugs; of course people would listen to him because he would give them fake love and free drugs. He had other minions. She wasn't the only one. He was like a god, a whole cult had formed around him. It was toxic.

"You know why I love Tara? She so beautiful... She is also the mother of two of my children. She is strong. Nice blonde hair, icy blue eyes- Far more sexier than any women I ever met. You or any other whore here can't get me off like she does." He chuckled deeply, he knew what he was saying was so hurtful to her. David had known that this women had loved him like every other women that had worked for him. He didn't care. She showed so much affection but it wasn't good enough for him, he didn't care about affection. He was never shown any affection in his life. It was all meaningless to him.

"David, please don't call me a whore. You know that you are my one and only. I will do anything to keep you happy and you know that. How can I make it up to you-"

"You can't, you're a fuck-up. You never do anything right."

The words had stung like a bee sting, she felt as if she was being stabbed right in her heart. 'Why didn't he love her', she thought to herself. She was trembling, she started to believe those words he had said to her. She thought that he was right about what he said to her. She had to try harder to get Tara to leave Ramsley.

"You're not gonna say anything? Damn you are fucking pathetic-I don't know why it's so hard for you to convince your cousin to leave that fucking scumbag she's been seeing-"

David jeered at her. David didn't understand how love worked. He had never ever really been in a real relationship. He had thought that he was in a real relationship with Tara but it was all false. She never loved him, she hated him, but she was young and he took advantage of her. Over and over again. It was a violent cycle and he loved it.

"I will try harder David, I promise. I will get her to leave him. He isn't right for her..."
She was feeding herself lies, she knew how happy Tara was. She watched her leave with that man and she had seen her cousin's smile from the distance. She hadn't seen Tara smile like that in a long time. Tara had always talked about Ramsley. Even if Tara can't yet admit it. She knew that by the way she would smile when he was around. Savanna still couldn't like him.

"You're right you stupid slut, I can't believe you actually think that you can be better than the shit bag you are. Now let me have you for the night, since you have failed me once more" He told her as he moved in close and he started to breathe against her lips. She then looked into his eyes, they were lustful. She didn't want this but she was going to go with it because she loved him. She moved in and she began to kiss him passionately, he grabbed her wrist and pinned them against the wall.

"You're not controlling this, I am-"

He told her this as he pressed his head against her in a violent matter. Her head hit the wall slightly, he didn't care though. He had always gotten off when he saw other people in pain. He let go of her wrist as he pulled away. 

"Come back to the bedroom" He demanded of her.

"Anything for you sir-"