Her Innocence His Desire

Chapter 8

Safe to say, my writers block is gone lol. I made a slight comment about Wendy's famous 4 for 4 in this chapter but I honestly love their 4 for 4 but this is His character and how he is portrayed not me so don't get offended please. 💚.

Blood stained and dripped down in between his fingers as well as his shirt. Specs of it covered some of his face and arms. His face steamed with anger but it was calm at the same time. I never understood how he did that.

The rage could be seen clearly. His posture was straightened. His breathing, heavy. I didn't want to hear him speak because Lord knows when he's upset, The words coming out of his mouth are gonna be venomous. He did something. That I know. He was a shooter, a dealer, entrepreneur, go getter. A dangerous combination. He had the skills, wealth and a murderous mindset. He was a weapon in human form.

He wasn't harming or killing for the sake or fun of it but because it had to be done. Someone had gotten too brave or slick or become very untrustworthy and scheme full. Which in effect, caused them their life. The first time I experienced being in the atmosphere of a deadly crime scene in which he caused, My heart cried out.  The state of shock prevented me from forming actual tears.

I still can't wrap my heart around it. He groaned as his muscles flexed while he took his shirt off. Tossing it aggressively to the side. I continued to read over a short poem I had wrote on my lab top.

A talent I discovered about myself from being stranded away. What I have experienced with him has brought me to transfer my emotions into words. I didn't too much care for social media. Everyone looked and acted the same from what I remembered. I never much got into the new millennial wave. Their fashion, their mental or humor. I found most of it appalling and somewhat disturbing. Young women, conforming to today's societal standards. Young men, doing the same.

Seeing everyone practically look the same down my feed frustrated me slightly. I could no longer take it. It also became pointless for me to have with time. After noticing I was spending time on social sites. He loaded my lab top and phone with a chip. Pursuing every follow,  like, and creepy direct messages. From there, I deleted it all. I spend hours a day researching things. To contain my knowledge and lessen my ignorance. If he wasn't gonna allow me to be educated, I figured, I had to do that for myself. For our son. He put a hold on my life. I wasn't gonna allow that for my baby. The only way to prevent him from being another statistic is if I learn and pass my awareness on down to him. He wasn't gonna be a fool like me.

Our baby boy rested peacefully on the upper part of the bed. I hoped he wouldn't start any mess. I continue to scan my eyes over my work. I often experienced writers block. Today, I had an artistic mind. He began rumbling through the drawers, tossing about things. "Where the fuck is it?" His deep voice angrily huffed out. My body tensed. He was probably gonna blame me for whatever's missing and I don't even know what it is he's searching for.

Scattering the room with random items, probably looking for his Percocet's. Dangerous pills he pops as if they're candy when he's stressing. As he continued to spread the room out with junk just to get his high. An old, wrinkled, and worn out long receipt flew near my small feet that slightly dangled off the bed. It's length was extended so I knew that meant a lot of money was spent. I adjusted my eyes slowly to try and recognize it only for me to remember it was a receipt from a very expensive purchase he made on me. This day is embedded in my head.

Once again, she timidly walked away from the school building with her head hung low. School was out. Not just for the day but for the weekend. It was late May and seniors were prepping graduation. Others were excited for the warm cozy weather that the Summer was soon to bring, along with fun and memorable times. For her, it was just yet another day. To herself. She's adapted well to loneliness. With her headphones in her ear, she paid not much attention to what surrounded her. She was stopped in her tracks by fresh all White Nike's and a strong yet satisfying manly scent.

She slowly crept her head up from the ground, to be met by a deep and suave voice. Along with beautiful chocolate skin and strong arms covered in black ink. "Walking with your head down shorty. I thought even you would know better than that." Once again, she was froze with a lack of words. He laughed smoothly, "We ain't gonna ever get to the next phase if you never talk to me." His head slightly lowered to her level. He looked down at her small, short frame. His eyebrows raised as if to say "So how are we gonna change that?"

She cleared her throat and softly uttered out "I, I just don't really know you." With a sly smile, fixing his posture, adjusting his distressed Balmain jeans, since they slightly hung from his waist, he gestures his head toward a car that was new to her. A BMW, just a week ago it was a rubicon Jeep Wrangler. "Where you headed to shorty?" She didn't know why, but the way that nickname for her always smoothly rolled off his tongue, it raised the small hairs on her arms.

It silenced her even more. "I...  I was just heading home." Shaking his head as he calmly declined a FaceTime call that was making his phone make noise like crazy along with the many text tone notifications. "Let me feed you." She didn't know what to say "I.. I ummm-" swiftly cutting her off "It's on me." He stepped closer to her.

Staring down on her. His silhouette towered over hers. Not knowing it, he was intimidating her. Before she knew it, she was crouched down in the front seat of his car. Her weight didn't take up much of the large seat. She left plenty of space as he smoothly drove with rap music playing lightly. They pulled up to Perry's Steakhouse. That made her sit up. She didn't expect this.

She heard a deep chuckle followed by his voice "Get use to this." He interrupted her thoughts. It's like he read her mind. What did he mean by getting use to it? It was then, she knew she was in for something beyond what she was ready for or could handle. She couldn't accept this.

She felt the wind hit her as he managed to come around while she was taking it all in and open her door. She slowly unbuckled her seat belt and jumped down out of the car. Slightly moving his body closer in on hers. He backed her into the car. He was doing it again. Looking down on her. Making her feel less of. She hated that sick feeling. She was so reluctant of him but still, his every move mesmerized her.

Stooping his body lower, He placed his forehead against hers. His minty breath refreshing her cheeks. His lips dangerously close to hers. She knew he felt that organ in her chest thumping out of control. His eyes read into her soul.

A conceited smug snuck onto his face. He was very much aware of what he was causing. Her pure eyes flapped continuously. She knew no other way to react. Wrapping his large hands around her tiny wrist in a aggressive yet gentle manner he says "Ain't no limits with me." He lead her into the place.

At the end of the dinner, he told her to keep the the copy of the bill. With just the two of them, the bill was strongly close to $600. She was hesitant on ordering big. She wasn't a user, nor was she a big eater, but he made her feel as though that's exactly what he needed and wanted her to do. To take it all in while she had the opportunity. Staring aggressively deep into her innocent bulging eyes he said "Ain't nobody gone have you like I have you shorty."

Taking his finger and smoothly caressing/flicking it across her chin he finishes by saying "I want you to never forget that." Like a robot, she put the receipt away the moment she made it home. She didn't know why she listened but, he made her feel as though she had no control of her actions anymore. Her body robotically took in and did what he said. From there, her innocence was destined to be just what he desired.