In the arms of evil

Sweet dreams

Once I had calmed down and relax a little, it was already eight in the evening. Cara left four hours ago. I wonder if she's gone back home for good? "I've got to go" I rise from his lap and deep embrace, heading to the front door, waiting for him to get up. He sits there, just staring at me. Eyes analysing me. I look to the floor, sadness flowing over me, wishing Cara didn't have to leave. He did this to me. He made her leave. I left my home, everything I knew, because the man I loved hurt me in the worse possible way. And now, the man my heart belongs to has put me in more danger.

I think he can read my mind because as he rises begrudgingly, picks up his car keys and opens the door, I hear him whisper "I'm sorry" as we leave.

The car ride home was a quite one, apart from the vroom of the exhaust, filling the silence. Twitching fingers, I fumbled with my sleeve, scared of the world I had stepped in when I have my heart to Colton. Noticing my uneasy aura, Colton says nothing and simply takes my hand in his as he keeps his eyes on the road. He gives my hand a tight squeeze, reassuring me that everything is going to be okay. But for who? Because if he risks his life to protect me, that only means one thing for him. The thing is, I'd gladly lay my life on the line for him. For the first time, I've found someone worth fighting for.

Pulling up to my house, the crashing ocean soothing me in the background, I notice my car is in the drive. I exit the car slowly, startled when Colton follows behind me. He holds me back with his arm, and walks in front of me.

Motioning  for the house keys in my hand, I hand them to him as he places a finger on his lips, ordering me to keep quite. He unlocks the front door and keeps me back a few feet before checking out the house. Once everything is clear, he motions for me to come in. I flick on the lights, a cold warm light floods the front room. My eyes catch the note on my fireplace with my name on the front. It's Cara's handwringing.

'Brook,

I ordered a cab and left for a plane. Your clothes that I used  are in the wash, I took mine back, so don't worry.

I'm so thankful you're okay, it was like Christmas seeing you again. I know we can't meet again until he's caught. I'll keep you updated. I love you girl. I'll go next week and lay flowers on your parents grave for you. Peony's. Your moms favourite.

I love you and miss you so much. Keep safe.

Talk to you soon, Cara.'

Tears well in my eyes as I hold the note to my heart. Colton notices, "oh baby" he says as he pulls me into a hug, rubbing my back soothingly. "She's going to be okay now. I'm sorry you couldn't have her stay here longer. But it's for the best." 

Its for the best. Those words ring in my head. Slowly slowly, they turn from Coltons voice... to Troy's.

Flashback:
Troy has given me another bruise. My stomach was purple and blotchy and made me sick just looking at it. The bathroom door swings open, Troy blocking my way. I instantly pull my shirt down. His gaze grows on me, flickering from my eyes to my stomach. Slowly, he steps into the bathroom and shuts the door, locking it behind him. He pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. "You're not going back home tonight. You don't want your parents asking how you got that nasty bruise, do you?" His hand tightens in my hair. "No" I whimper, still held in his grasp. His hand softens, releasing my hair. "It's for the best baby. We can have some fun tonight instead." Bile rises in my mouth, but I force it down. What have I gotten myself into? I should have left him that day he hit me in the alley. But I stayed. Because I love him? Because I'm afraid? I think it's both. But how can you love someone who does this to you? Why won't my feet let me walk out that door? What's he done to me?

Present :
"No!" I scream, pushing off of Colton. "Woah, what's wrong?" He tries to step towards me, but I back away. He stops when he sees I'm afraid. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asks again, concern written all over him. I shake my head, pushing away the memory that stunned me. "I'm sorry" I mutter, "I just had a- it doesn't matter. I shouldn't have freaked out. It was just a bad memory. That's all." I relax. "Why did you just think of it?" He asks, staying where he stands, nor moving closer.

I slowly walk to the couch and sit on the arm rest. "You said 'it's for the best" I say tiredly. I look up when he doesn't respond. He shoots me an eyebrow raise, confused. I sigh. "It's what he used to say to me after he'd hit me. That it was for the best I didn't go home that night, so my parents don't see." I slouch, head in my hands, hating myself for not leaving him when I could. "Oh Brook. Why didn't you tell me? I'm not him you know" he hugs me, standing beside me while I'm still on the couch. I first his shirt in my hands as I pull him closer to me. "I know. I know you're not him. Today's just been stressful. I just want to sleep." With that, he whisks me in his arms and carry's me up the stairs. Sitting me down on the bed, he positions my arms in the air and tells me to keep them there while he takes my top off. Then, he lays me on my back gently, undoing my jean buttons, pulling them off my legs slowly. Little kisses are planted from my inner thighs up to my stomach and towards my neck and mouth. "I love you baby" his voice vibrates against my goose-bumped skin. "I love you more" I whisper, hand trailing through his dark hair. "Not possible." He replies with such love in his eyes, I can't help but ask him to stay the night. "Anything my baby wants" he says, taking off his jeans, shoes and top in swift movements, eyes still stuck directly on mine as I watch him undress.

He climbs on top of me, kissing me gently and slowly, taking him time. His finger slips past the hem of my panties as he runs his fingers up against my folds. I let out small moans, heart beat growing with each touch. "So wet and ready for me" he groans in my ear. He inserts two fingers inside, and begins to pump me, my juices running down his hand. "Colton...please" I beg, wishing for a release. "Not yet" he commands, lifting himself up slowly on one elbow, watching my reaction as he works his magic. I lift my hips, pressing myself against his hand, begging him to give me the satisfaction I desire. "Now." I scream as I climax, holding onto his hand that's still pumping me. "I love how you look when you come undone" he says, licking the juices from his fingers. While I recover, he climbs into bed beside me, pulling the covers over us. He undoes my bra, breasts springing free, pulling down my underwear past my feet, also. "This is how I want you. Naked and ready for the morning" he promises. He pulls my naked ass into his erection covered by the fabric of his boxers. "What about you?" I complain playfully, still panting. He chuckles. "Baby, if I take them off, you won't get a wink of sleep tonight." I roll my eyes and smile, looking forward to the morning.