Unhinged

Chapter Seven: Enemy Mind

After indulging in each other in the shower, Xavier wraps Starla in one of her towels turning her around so he can wrap her hair in a one as well. When he was done he wraps a towel around his waist carrying her to the bed side. She allows him to dry her off, opening granting him access to dry between her thighs with a creeping blush. He makes her sit at the edge of the bed as he turns on the hair dryer plugged next to the bed side lamp. 

She lets him take care of her basking in his attention knowing it is just this once. He will take what he wants, try to compensate for what he takes with money or something he knows she won't be able to refuse. Completely ignoring her until he wants her again. She already knew that when he returns she will refuse him. then he will force himself on her anyway. She knows he will pretend like he is not her uncle fucking up her mind, chipping away at her lifeblood every time he comes around. 

Knowing that she will be left to feel like an unwanted hollowed out a pumpkin after Halloween. Left to recognize how she will feel dirty and no amount of scrubbing will take away the feeling of filth from her. How there will be no supply of hot water that will warm the chill she feels in her soul after he is done with this treatment. The lost of the ability to smile and laugh the same again. She has accepted that the beautiful and cheerful little girl will never show herself again.

With the feel of abandonment she knows that even though her stepbrother saw what happened he will never tell anyone. She knows he will come asking her for a taste of her when her uncle doesn't come. 

"No one will ever look at her wanting a stained woman".  She thought

The feeling of hopelessness is evident that nothing will ever make her feel whole again. She may never know a love that is true. She knows that she will be forever destroyed even with the knowledge that he will return. She knows that...

Starla is startled out her deep dark thoughts when someone shakes her hard. Xavier stayed silent deciding not to probe her with questions tonight, as her eyes clear she becomes aware of her surroundings again.

"Starla where were you? You were very far from me." He asked 

"You're still here." She looked up at him.

 He looks at her as his fist clench at his side with rage for Starla. Rage against the person who scared this beautiful woman so deeply. He sent a silent prayer to heaven hoping the person who did this paid severely for it. He takes a deep breath.

"Yes beautiful. i'm still here. Now come let's get some rest." He answered 

"Is there anything you'd like me to get for to sleep in?" He asked. She looks around pointing at his black shirt thrown across the back of her rocking chair.

"You want my shirt?"  That surprised him a bit.

She nodded as he grabbed the shirt handing it to her. She puts her face in it inhaling his scent into her lungs letting it calm her mind. She puts it crawling up to her pillow, curling herself around it into a fetal  position. Xavier sends the towel around him to the rocker then lays down beside Starla. Not being able to resist her soft curves he pulls her onto him turning her, letting her head rest upon his chest and her handover his stomach. 

"Don't hide from me Starla. I will always see you." She gets closer to him allowing the  sound of his beating heart to lure her into a dreamless sleep.