The Curve

Twenty-two

Natalie

She was long gone by the time they showed up locked and loaded. Men, they think they were the only ones who could handle themselves in this world.
I knew he would come here, guns blazing for her.
But he had me. Now that her and the kid were out of the way, he had to see that.

I watch from the staircase balcony as he storms into my house.
Bentley, Gabriel and his small army are behind him.
They don't come in shooting. They know me too well to think that we are just a bunch of pussies to be fucked with.
Shawn's hazel eyes blazing with the murderous light, I so loved that about him.

"Natalie!" He growls.
I turn on my heel and walk to my bedroom, slipping my dress off as I go.
I was going to get Shawn back tonight. There was no other way around this.

He stomps up the stairs and marches after me.

"You seem to think this is a game" he says.

I run my fingers over my scalp and twitch my hips side to side.

"I don't think this is a game at all, Shawn." I agree with him.
There would be no one receiving his love but me. No games needed.

"Do you think she would love you if she knew who you really are?" I ask him.
"Do you think she would even let you near your child if she knew you live two lives, and one of them has a shit ton on enemies, Shawn?" I needed him to see that I was right. "I'm not the only one who would touch her, darling." He had to know this.

"You don't need someone like her." I shake my head.

"I don't want someone like you!" He says. Hatred seeping from him.

"You don't mean that!!" He wasn't listening!
" I know you, Shawn. I can love you. All of You!! That's what you need!!!"

He rushes me.
His big hand enclosing around my throat and he squeezes.

"Don't fucking say shit that you don't understand, Natalie." He says.

Any normal person would be frightened of Shawn.
Trying to get him to let go.
Trying to breathe.
But I'm no normal person.
I want him. Black and white dots start to cloud my vision. He was squeezing tighter, but this wasn't going to stop me. I've had worse.
I pull him to me and press my cherry painted lips to his.
Sliding my tongue along his lips telling him to open for me.
He doesn't.
He shoves me hard onto the floor. The growl that comes from him is animalistic.

He raises his gun.
He wants blood.

"Baby, You kill me and You will most definitely be killing her." This was not going to go down like that.
"I thought we already talked about this." I remind him about earlier. "Don't fight me on this." I warn him when I see the war raging in his eyes...

It doesn't take long for me to see it.
The old Shawn.
The one I loved so very much.

He leans down and pulls me up by my hair.
"You want me" he says.
"You got it." And his lips are on me.
I feel it all.
The anger
The pain
The vengeance.
Him.
He was empty and I was gonna fix that. It would be just like old times.

He rips my bra off of me and squeezes my breast, digging his nails into my skin.
I missed him so much.

"I love You, Shawn." I tell him and for that I receive a hard slap to the face.
Before I can even think about it he flips me over and rips my thong off of me giving a sharp sting and leaving red marks.
But it doesn't end. He thrusts in too hard.
But I love it
With this pain comes pleasure.
The most amazing kind.
This was my Shawn.
I loved it, and I loved him.

He shoves my face into the carpet.
With each hard thrust I come closer to my ecstasy. I wanted him to get to his too so I push against him. Matching his rhythm.
He was mine.
Shawn Sanders was finally mine again and nothing could stop it.

I feel my body tense up and I know I'm about to come.
His movements become harder and harder.

"I love..." His hands circle my neck and cuts off all air for me...
I don't finish my words but I come. Hard.
And he comes with me.

Some might think that there was something so fucked up about the situation. But the only thing that really mattered to me is the fact that I had my man back...

Destiny

Being held in one room for two months does something to you.
Not seeing anyone but a nurse and a doctor just gets to you.
You either go crazy, or you go crazy.
I've gone crazy.
Because I keep thinking that at anytime Shawn will come bursting through the door to save us

He hasn't.
And it doesn't seem like he ever will...