Kathryn has found herself in a toxic relationship with a man who has manipulated her to believe that his controlling behavior is out of love for her. When he finally crosses the line she decides to leave him, which makes Jake spiral. He quickly goes...
"you are so beautiful Katie" I could hear his heart beating from laying my head on his chest, my fingers traced the definition on his stomach
we laid under the covers, undressed, warming ourselves up after the shower we shared. The heat from the water helped us catch our breath from the high we were just on. Something about him, something about being with him, made me feel safe. Even with the craziness I was dealing with, knowing that I wasn't alone and had him with me, made it all okay.
"thank you" I responded after a few moments of silence, I could feel myself blush a bit at his compliment "can I ask you something?" I broke the silence once more
"anything" he responded, his deep raspy voice was enough to turn me on
"would you mind if I went to work on more designs?" I snickered knowing he was expecting something deeper than what I asked
"you suck" he snickered "go ahead" he kissed my cheek before I slid out of the bed, I walked into the closet and slid into some panties before slipping on an over sized t-shirt
Like an excited kid on christmas morning, I shuffled over to my designing room with a few ideas already in mind. I sat down at the desk, pulled out my pencil once more and began to draw out the ideas I had. I haven't been this excited over something in so long, I definitely missed it. I missed working on something I was so passionate about
I immediately started getting a flow of my work, I would sketch, color, then scan in. Too many drawings later I decided to finally try to make something. When I was younger I taught myself how to sew, most of my clothes I would get from the thrift store and transform them into something I wanted to wear. It was so much fun, it wasn't until I met Jake that I stopped doing it; partly because I wanted to spend time with him over designing and also because he thought being a fashion designer wasn't a realistic goal
I decided on a drawing I did of a split down dress, one side black and the other white. I drew it as a strapless V neck dress, and in my head I knew I wanted it to be chiffon with a leg slit that ended pretty high up
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I walked up to the cabinet that held all the fabric that Michael had bought me, I thought it was a lot until I realized he had also installed shelving in the walk in closet and put more fabric in there.
I grabbed my black chiffon fabric first and started working, surprisingly Michael had even got breast pads to sew in. I'm almost positive that he got someone else to buy everything, there's no way he could have thought of everything.
As I started pinning things on the mannequin and getting measurements on myself the excitement would grow. Everything came back to me so naturally, it was like I had never stopped. All the pinning to measure and un-pinning to sew, trying on the garment pre and post sewing, it all felt so amazing.
I remember doing all of this when I was younger, being so excited to wear new outfits that I made or altered and telling people that I made it. Wearing something knowing that I am the one who made it always made me feel so proud.
I didn't want to stop, I felt a load of adrenaline that pushed me to continue until I saw the finished product. So I kept going and sewing until I couldn't any more
My eyes opened to the brightness of the sun once again, the floor to ceiling windows always made it so that the sunlight would shine right into the room. My body felt heavy, so incredibly tired, but I didn't care.
I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands, following that with a long stretch to try to get myself to wake up. My arms plopped down next to me, making me realize I was in bed however I don't remember even falling asleep. I turned to my nightstand to glance at the time
10:15
I slept in. I turned to the other side and saw I was alone.
I slid out from under the covers, and made my way to the bathroom to do my usual routine, then walking out into the living room to once again see that I'm alone. I walked into my designing room but Michael wasn't in there either.
I almost didn't hear the distant chatter in the hallway, it sounded like bickering. I walked over to the door where I could tell that one of the voices was Michael's. I put my body weight up onto my tippy toes to look out of the peephole but could only see the back of his head
"Why are you even here?" I heard him ask
"C'mon Michael you can't tell me what we had wasn't amazing"
My stomach dropped and it felt like my heart forgot how to beat. Of course, of course he wasn't telling me something about them two. Of course there was something I didn't know
"We didn't have anything Marissa, it was one night"
Why wouldn't he tell me? What about that one night was worth hiding?
As quietly as I could, I went into the bedroom and slipped into my brown adidas sweats and shoved my feet into a pair of white sneakers, keeping the oversized shirt I already had on
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I walked back to the door, planning just how fast I needed to be and exactly what I was about to do. With my phone in my pocket, I placed my hand on the door knob.
"I just don't get it, why her?" I heard her ask, and in one swift quick movement I yanked the door open and as they both turned to look at me I shoved my way past them and bolted towards the stairs
"Katie!" I could hear his footsteps comings towards me so I only moved faster..jumping over multiple steps at a time to get down as fast as I could, luckily going downstairs is faster than going up
"Katie wait!" His voice echoed in the empty stairwell
In this moment all I felt was anger, and that fueled me to keep running. His foot steps sounded distant so I know I had him beat by a few seconds. Once landing on the first floor I pulled the door open, ignoring every one in the lobby, and running out the front doors
I didn't even look around me, all I did was turn right and keep running..and again, I've always been good at running. It wasn't until I saw a familiar face that I slowed down a bit
"Kathryn?" I was met with his emerald green eyes once again "are you okay?"
"I, uh, don't know" I spoke between my panting, I looked to my left to see a man holding open the car door that Kyle was about to get into
"I was just heading to -"
"Katie!" I heard his yell with his footsteps approaching, I turned to look back and saw him getting closer. I shot my head back to look at Kyle again
"Let's go" I blurted before jumping into the the car, and without skipping a beat Kyle was right beside me
