Cry For Me
Chapter 1—Rose
He stalked me, though the dark streets of New York, he stalked me.
“Rosa,” he called, using the name, an endearment, I supposed, although it filled me with anxiousness as well as pleasure.
I sprinted across the wet pavement, which reflected the flickering, yellow streetlights, and headed for an ally. His laughter floated behind me.
I didn’t hear his approach, I didn’t expect to. But a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back into his well-muscled chest. I gasped with shock and sudden fear.
He wound his fingers in my hair, it was long, and the way he liked it, and secured me to his side.
“What have I told you about running away from me?” He spoke softly in his velvet voice.
When I didn’t reply, he bit the place behind my ear in punishment. I tensed at the pain his sharp teeth inflicted on my soft skin.
“Answer me, Rose.” He gently placed one finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were deep black with small flecks of gold deep in the depths of his irises.
“You’ll find me,” I gasped.
“ Why will I always find you?” he asked calmly, prompting me to continue.
“Because I belong to you,” I whispered, tears beginning to leak from my eyes.
His hard eyes softened fractionally, and he wiped the tears from my cheeks with gentle fingers. “Why are you mine?” he questioned gently.
“Because you love me.” I breathed.
This was the part where I meekly climbed into his limo and went back to his mansion.
I loved him, so much. But that didn’t matter, I wouldn’t – couldn’t be happy with him. He was too evil, had killed too many times.
But this time, I tried to protest. “If you loved me, you would let me go.” I faced him, for the very first time. I didn’t expect a reply.
"Because you belong to me.” He said simply, and then he grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me toward the limo.
“Pleases let me visit my family.” I begged desperately.
He chuckled, and he didn’t loosen his hold on me at all.
“So sorry, My Love. You can’t see your family.” He told me.
“Why not?” I questioned, sudden fear racing through my bloodstream like liquid nitrogen. “Don’t say you’ve hurt them, please don’t say that.”
He laughed again and hugged me, kissing my head. Suddenly it didn’t matter what he could have done, all I could do was melt into his strong chest.
“I killed the neighbors, your family moved away.” I hated myself for the relief that raced through me.
“You evil Bastard,” I hissed, wishing he would let me go.
He laughed again but agreed. “Of course I am. But you love me, just the way I am.
And all I could do is nod mutely as tears mixed with the falling rain that hit my face as he led me to his car.
Because it was true. It was all true. I did love him, I always would.
Even if he killed me.
