Her Mr Wilks

Lost by force

Freewill is an attribute that all humans are created with. Or is it?
See this is the question constantly jumping around in Aisha's mind. The events of that day not quite two years ago. The memory still fresh as the morning dew on the
blades of grass. And nothing, absolutely nothing can rid her of the experience.
In nothing but her panty and bra she sits on her bed, earphones plugged in, head resting on the partition and eyes closed as the words of the music soothes her soul and body in unison.
In the living room a stranger sits, or stands, or walks, oh who knows anymore.

Unbothered, Aisha turns in her bed trying just to get a little bit more comfortable than she was. Tossing  the covers from her as she is hit with a wave of heat.  Pulling up a pillow to rest under her legs, so caught up in what she's doing she doesn't notice her room door slowly creaking open.  

The ringing of the phone startles Aisha out of her daydreams, returning her to the rawness of reality. Turning her head, she becomes aware of her surroundings once again, seeing a beastly figure in the doorway. She can't tell if it's an illusion, or if he's truly back once again to repeat the traumatic events of two years ago. Looking up at eyes she hasn't seen since then, she's shocked at first. That shock quickly turns to unrelenting anger, as she looks up at the young man, who simultaneously saved her life and killed her father on the same night. Not necessarily in that order.

The mere sight of him sends her head on a path of self-destruction. She becomes conflicted based on societal expectations versus the wants of her own heart. Aisha's throat tightens as that young man steps past the threshold of her room door. Still staring at her, not breaking eye contact for a moment. The deep chocolate pools of his optical organ, watched her as if no time has passed, as if everything is fine, as if she's still his. 

"Hey Aisha, looking as delicious as ever" he says, a devilish smirk fixed in place as he burns his vision over her smooth brown form, barely dressed in just a bra and panties. The words flow from his lips, with a practiced and smooth ease, that brings back a flood of memories. Recollection of why she fell in love with him, all that time ago. Yes, the young man responsible for killing her father, saving her life, and is now a fugitive, is her former lover. 

Hearing his voice almost causes her to crack...almost. Aisha relents with her anger, she feels abandoned all over again, just like she did after he left. 

"You are an asshole, Wilks!" she yelled, her mind clouded by visions of him leaving her with the smothering scent of her father's blood in the living room. 

"You need to relax, Sha" Wilks pauses, the nickname he had for her, still feeling as comfortable as ever on his tongue. 

"I did say you were going to see me again, one day" he justified. Attempting to placate her as he slowly closes the distance between them, until he is standing right in front of her. His scent flooded her nostrils, as her mind momentarily remembers that smell mixed with sweat and salt from their former nights of passion. Clearing her throat, she gets back on his case. 

(How dare he just waltz back into my life, as if he did not break into my house those years ago, and kill my father for hurting me) she thought as her mind begins racing back to that night...

She remembers it like it was yesterday, clock just touching after 11 pm, she knew her father was going to kill her for reaching home this late, but today was the day her mom had finally decided to move out from their house. She definitely did not want to be there to see that confusion unfold. She unconsciously rubs the square-shaped scar on her arm, she received that the last time her father beat her for the simplest inconvenience. She remembered the pure rage Wilks had when he saw it, promising that no harm would come to her ever again...