The Evil Within #wattys2018

Chapter 3

A loud sound startles me up and fear downs me as I remember my predicament. Two hefty men walk towards me wearing casual cloth much like the one found on earth, even the room is much like earth. A normal bed, a couch, a fire place for the unforgiving cold and even lights. I stare at them frozen and scared as one.......

3 days ago

I stare at the mirror in shock observing the other little scars spread across my stomach, never more than two inches long, I start to breath heavily in full blown panic mode and right when I need him, Ian hugs me tightly, burying my head in the crook of his neck. "Breathe" he whispers soothingly, pulling me away from the mirror. His body still covering my naked body he gently places me into the tub filled with foam and warm water. He squats next to me and picks up my sponge. He gently rubs it down my neck, across my shoulder to my back

"You knew" I look into his pained eyes. "Yes they told us" he treads his fingers through mine. "What are they of, who could have done this? Why? Why would anyone do this to me?" fear and panic creeps into my voice.

"Maya, Maya listen to me. Your safe now. You're safe now" he cradles my face trying to calm me. "What are they of" I ask him calmed.

"Their best guess for this" he traces his wet, long, slim fingers down the scar on my shoulder "is a blunt force striking at a great speed" his voice breaks and I see the pain in his eyes "This might be a....." he indicates to the horizontal scar on my stomach I try to gain eye contact but he trains his eyes on his hand working their way in a circular motion on my back with his jaw set "the cuts are precise and neat."

"A what" I stare at the polished wood on his unoccupied hand, enchanted by his fingers.

"A.......butchers knife" his lips set into a thin line. They said what's really strange is you should have been...." he hesitates.

"Dead" I complete for him. He looks up at me "It's probably best if I don't remember" I clasp his hands in mine. "Get in the tub with me"

He stands up and pulls off his shoes, leaving on his black jeans and plane black top he gets in and I greedily welcome his body against mine.

"Enough sad stuff, tell me about you" I rest my head on his chest letting him hug me, desperately trying to push away the sorrow on my mind. "Tell me about school, your parents, everything. Fill me in on every tiny little detail"

"Well" he says but I cut him short "This shirt is in the way" I say tugging at his shirt. He grins at me and places a needing kiss on my head. "I've missed you so bad" he says pulling off his shirt and letting me rest my head on his bare chest.

"Well I joined the military" he twists my hair around his index finger and tugs on it gently.

"Why" I exclaim knowing he never fancied violence. "Calm down I just got out of training and I am in the US special reserve" he smiles at my expression.

"But why" I stare up at him. He gives me a one-sided smile. "Because I was so angry and pissed off at the everyone. I had so much rage in me and I didn't know what to do with it. I had to take it out on something, I promised you that I wouldn't go back to drinking so instead I decided to do something good with it"

"I love you" I whisper leaning in for a kiss. "I love you more" he captures my lips in a desperate yet gentle kiss that takes my breath away. His hands restlessly roam over my body desperately feeling every part of me and wanting more.

I pull him closer to me equally desperate to feel every part of him, his lips hungrily swallowing my moans.

And so it is we spent the whole day making out and talking about how he made an attempt at relationship but it didn't work. How his parents supported him through everything and by evening we go down to dinner to meet his parents and a great deal of welcome home surprises from his parents and mine ranging from gadgets of latest design to a brand new SUV.

Boxes and boxes of clothes, shoes, accessories, hair and skin products all for me. All supposed to make me feel happy but in reality it just makes me feel nervous. We eat our dinner of steak and Chapman, a little bit of champagne laughing away by candle light just the way I love it.

Dad and mom made it just like the old times not a trace of awkwardness found. Occasionally I'd catch dad staring at mom like he does mom would return the love. Or maybe it's the champagne messing with my mind. Ian's hand is never away from my lap or hand. It feels like he's scared I'll disappear if he let's go.

A little over an hour after dinner a taxi arrives in front of our house while Ian and I sit on the stairs at the entrance. My stomach stares with excitement as I jump to my feet eager for the person to get the fuck out.

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