BURN "28 Flames" Book One

Echoes of Silence(9)

The bruise on my face from the gag ball had yet to fade away I had to use a lot of make up to cover it up. I couldn't get the images of the faces that watched me in what out of my head in what I thought was an intimate moment. I had changed my number and emailed my clients my new number and I had to email it to his assistant. I got the windows changed out and a new door. I didn't want to ever lay eyes on Abel Tesfaye again. The hatred I had for him was a deep one. But the memories of him were like stains I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. I didn't want to miss him but I did. I didn't want to think about him but I did. I didn't want to dream about him but every night I did. I didn't want my body to react to the thought of how he touched me but it did. I stood in my mirror as I stared at the shell that I lived in that I let find its way falling for him.

The thought of that night still made me flush with shame. I hated walking through the streets of Scarborough. I didn't know who recognized me from that night there were a handful of people watching us his face was covered but mines was out in the open. But he knew them but I was left raw and naked for the entertainment of strangers. I saw the fury in my eyes and they held nothing but anger and disdain for him and his counterparts. Or as he calls them his "Crew". I walked out the bathroom to turn the kettle off for a cup of tea and Rum. I needed the burn to sting me more than the burn that I had emotionally. I let him control me and swindle me back into his trance several times and I was a fool for each time. Feeling like the idiot I was I sat down on my chaise and sipped my drink trying to erase any thought of him for at least a moment. Suzy had been calling asking me questions about that night but I didn't want her to know about any of this.

I dozed off after my drink and for the first time in weeks I didn't have any thoughts or dreams about him. My chest heaved up and down as he watched from the shadows. He had been here almost every night even flying back a few times from his shows just to get a sneak at the beauty who tried hopelessly to get rid of him. But he wasn't going to let me go I had something that gave him a thrill I was his high. He was addicted to me just as I to him if not more. He walked closer to me as he watched my chest rise and fall and my mouth slightly parted. He licked his lips as he felt his body rise with heat for the woman who brung out the beast in him. His controlling me was just a perk but the way I made his body and mind feel when he was in my presence was something no other made him endure.

I moved lightly to change positions and he inched closer to me. His face was close to mines that he could smell the tea and strong scent of Rum coming from my breath. I felt his tongue exploring my mouth when I opened my eyes in shock and panic. He held my head in position as I tried to pull away his grip just became tighter. The taste and his high gaze was intoxicating the smell of smoke that dreanched his hair and clothes. I stopped forcing and just let it happen. In the back of my mind I was very upset and fuming with myself for not fighting him off of me instead of letting him think that what he did to me was ok. I pulled him ontop of me and our tongues continued their fight and we fought to uncloth one another.

Finally ripping everything off one another we began to have a feverish make up. I did something that had never happened between us and rolled us on to the floor where I was now on top and in control. I positioned myself comfortably and made my hips whine as I threw my head back and his hips pumped him in and out. I smacked him to keep his attention on me and not to close his eyes. He tried to turn his head but I wouldn't let him I grabbed him by the chin and licked his lips and his cheeks biting faintly as I rode him. His legs began to tighten up and I kept at a steady pace controlling my own response to the delight that was mixing. I made sure to turn my back to him without getting up and I gave it to him the way he liked with my back to him and just my bare body facing his incoherent state of mind. If he wanted to see me when he was coming down then I wanted to see him when he was up. Whatever level he was on I wanted to be there when he was on it and then be there when he came down. I abruptly got up and walked to the bathroom and closed the door. I sat with my back against the door and put my head on my legs. Trying to catch my breath I sat wandering why I had become so weak and let him just ease his way back in. He sat next to the door I put my ear to it and he put his to mine. "I can hear you breathing. Why are you here?" I asked. "I was tired of the slience that you were giving me. It was like when you ignore me I would hear the Echoes of Silence from you Abigail. I'm not giving up on you that easy." he said leaving me sitting in my sadness and weakness. He was gone satisfied that he had me more than before.