Mistress

•Home?•

There she was, my mistress. Even though she had very large and dark bags under her eyes, she stood out from everyone else. I stare at her as I walk towards her, only to admire her. The pain that I felt for leaving her here was unbearable. She glances up at me, but it seems as if she sees through me as if I wasn't really there. I adjust my shirt when I sit in the stone hard seat.

'Hello, my love.' I say with an uneasy smile to avoid making her upset. She looks at me and blinks. No words from her end. I begin to wonder if she's staring at the scar that trails from my temple to the end of my eyebrow. I clear my throat.

'Your doctor said they only have to keep you for a few more weeks, isn't that good news?' I put my hand on the tale, a silent offer for her to hold it. Skyla slowly looks at my hand and back at my face, emotionless.

'Fúck you and that doctor...' I'm not surprised by her response. I wasn't allowed to visit her because she was 'violent'. 

I don't blame her for being violent after they took her away from her home, and when such a miracle has happened at that.

'I know that you are upset with me, héll, you probably want to kill me. But, I love you, Mistre-' I'm cut off by the expression on her face, the scowl that frightened me.

'I love you, Skyla, and I want us to be happy again, but first, you have to get better.' I rub my chin as she watches me carefully. 

A whole five minutes go by before I am pushed back and fall on the floor. It hits me that Skyla jumps across the table and starts hitting my chest, cursing at me.

'I hate you! You left me when I needed you most! Fúck you!' The guards come and restrain her, no medicine needed this time.

'How dare you send me here and years later you come back telling me when I can go back to MY home?' Years? I didn't think she was this bad. I was informed that her mind isn't stable anymore. She can have mood swings. She will talk to herself. She may remember things from her childhood and believe it happened yesterday. I get up and slowly walk towards her, with her backing up with every step I take.

'Skyla, baby, it's only been a few months, it was so you could get better.' I'm finally in front of her. I pull her towards me and hold her. She's stiff, but after a few seconds, she leans her head onto my shoulder. I caress her hair and lead us back to my seat. She sits in my lap and I hear her begin to sob.

'You'll be home soon, I promise. No more scary hospital rooms, no more medicine, nothing.' I place my chin on top of her head, I catch the scent of her hair and grimaced. My mistress would never live with her hair smelling bad and so horribly tangled. The smell was like an old ointment. I hated the way she was feeling, I just wanted to hold her and tell her everything was okay, which I persist on doing.

'Dom...I miss you.' I look down at her and she has her lips pouted. I kiss them and she blushes. The cute pink tint flows onto her cheeks like paint spilling. I laugh and kiss her face all over. 

We just sit there, me plating in her hair, and she was fiddling with my shirt hem. Soon, visiting hours were over. That was hell. Skyla was crying and screaming at the fact that I had to leave. Once I told her I would be back this weekend her smile was so wide, and with that, I leave.

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Unlocking the door, I step through. There wasn't any trace of this being a home. It's true that you need a woman's touch. With the events that happened, I had to find a new home. I chose one well away from society, that way when my mistress came home, she would feel safe.

I slip my shoes off and rip my shirt off. I sit on the couch as the video of us dancing at Trey's wedding played. I put my head in my hands and cry. I wish I would've asked questions so I could've prevented this.

She never deserved any of this.

All I wish is that my two girls stay safe in that place.

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