✴ Book 2 of "Taming His Mistress" ✴
Everyone has their demons. Some of us choose to keep them hidden. But what happens when your demons come out to play? You can't run away from them. They're not going away.
Shadow and Angeline faced their share of...
It felt nice being out of the hospital. Three weeks, that's how long I was stuck there. Of course, Shadow fought to have me stay home, with a private nurse or something. But frankly, I didn't want to be around them. I wanted to be alone, to think. Nothing bad of course, there's just been so much going on that I needed time for myself. The boys needed a break as well. A break from responsibility.
I sighed and looked out at the lake. I was unofficially home. Finally out of the hospital, but not ready to face everyone yet. They sent me flowers, cards, teddy bears, chocolates. You name it, they sent it. That's the only communication we had for three weeks. I knew it was hard on them. Hell, it wasn't easy for me. I just needed to rest, to think, with no distractions. I almost lost this baby. Our second chance, and I almost lost it. I couldn't do it again. We couldn't. To deal with that pain of losing a second baby, due to the stress that came from the same man. The man who ruined me, and my chances of getting pregnant in the first place. No one knew the finer details except Marylynn, me, and that psycho. I'm just glad he didn't go into detail when giving his 'killer monologue'.
The truth of it is, it wasn't just rape. Kris did other things to me. Now I know that he wasn't alone in doing them. He cut me open, multiple times. Made me bleed everywhere. He stabbed me in multiple places, including my stomach. It wasn't just rape, that man tortured me. I'm lucky to be alive. We all are. When I faced him, it was different than it was for Timothy. Even though we both thought we had closure. What Jethro did to Timothy was absolutely horrid. And that poor boy will have mental scars for the rest of his life. But for me? Every time I look at my scars, I'm reminded of that night. People think they're all just self-harm scars, but they're wrong. So very wrong. I thought there was no purpose in living anymore. Just make money and be happy. But money doesn't buy you happiness, believe me, I tried. No, my happiness is waiting at home for me.
Yes, I needed a lot of time to myself. I needed to heal physically and mentally. I needed to let go of the past, so I could focus on my future. This baby and my boys are the future. I know we all went through some fucked up shit. But I'm confident we'll get past all of this. Demons aren't forever. You just need to find the right people to help you fight them. Even though I've been through hell and back, I found some beautiful angels on the way. I was excited to see them. I was also nervous. I've never been nervous when it came to Shadow. Worried yes, but never nervous. Part of me felt that they wouldn't want me anymore. Someone so broken and damaged. I knew it wasn't true. Shadow was willing to give his life for mine. The anger of that quickly disappeared when the doctor said the baby was okay. It finally clicked why he truly did it. He finally had a family again. He didn't want to give that up. Honestly, I would do the same for him. Baby or not.
"Mistress? Are you ready?" A man wearing black said. I smiled at him and nodded. He reached down and helped me off the grass.
"Can you believe it's already Christmas?" He said, looking around at the beautiful decorations on the trees.
"I know. Time sure flies. Are you spending it with your family?" I asked as we walked to the car.
"No, ma'am." He sighed.
"The threat is gone. Go home to your family." I stopped, staring at him. He blushed and shifted awkwardly.
"That's not your call ma'am." He said politely.
"It is now. When we get home, you're all going home to your families. Life is too short." I smiled when he did. He knew I was right. He witnessed all of this first hand. Life was too short to worry about anything other than family. We finally reached the car and he opened the door for me. I thanked him and he shut the door. I watched as he walked around to the driver's side and got in. Ruvik's house wasn't far. I heard the boys decided to stay with him because they didn't want to be alone. Ruvik was more than happy to let them stay... And play. Despite only being 3 weeks, they sent me letters. A lot of letters. With every kinky detail of their playtime with Ruvik. I kept the letters, I wanted to have them forever. In the last letter, Shadow asked for one thing for Christmas, to be together as a family. To have me home.
The doctor wanted me to stay for another week, to consult with a therapist before returning home. "But it's Christmas," I told him. He smiled and caved. I was discharged early this morning. I wanted to surprise them. Ruvik said they were cooking all day for Christmas dinner. Everyone was going to be there. Everyone except Jake. He was off traveling somewhere. My heart ached for him. I was excited to see everyone. Missy, Gizelle, Richard, Marylynn, Ash, Charlotte, Ruvik, and my boys.
"We're here ma'am." He said as we pulled up to the front of the house.
"Thank you. Tell your family I said Merry Christmas." I winked. His eyes lit up when he saw the look on my face. Right then his phone rang. It was Ruvik telling him to go home. He thanked me over and over. I said Merry Christmas again and got out of the car. I walked up to the steps, nodding at the security detail. I walked into the house, the smell of ham hitting my nose. Everyone was in the kitchen. I crept slowly to the kitchen and peeped in.
"She's not coming." Timothy sighed. Shadow stared into his eggnog, I could see him holding back tears.
"She'll be here," Shadow said, completely sure of himself.
"How do you know?" Timothy grumbled.
"Because he knows I wouldn't miss it for the world," I spoke. Seeing the look on their faces, that was my Christmas gift.
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