NovelEnglishChapter Thirteen
DRAVEN
1 flipped the switch to shade all the downstairs windows and sit down to eat while getting to know my new phone. It seems to be a
newer model and nothing | would have ever bought for myself with my own money.
As promised, it cprogrammed with one phone number. Mister Mayor's. I laugh before changing the nto Domonic and I have just
put it down when it chimes
-Domonic
What are you doing down there?
Calling one of those numbers
you threw away?
-Me
Why aren’t you asleep?
-Domonic
You know why.
-Me
Ido.
-Domonic
Cancel your date tomorrow.
-Me
I can’t. I won't.
-Domonic
Why not?
-Me
1 don’t have Paul’s number.
-Domonic
Lol. That's real cute.
-Me
Maybe if you toldwhy
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you care so much.
-Domonic
1 don’t care. I just don’t want
him getting attached to someone
that he can’t have.
-Me
You don’t care...
You tellto cancel with someone
because you don’t care.
Doesn't make much sense to me.
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And tellwhat makes you think
he can’t have me?
-Domonic
It’s not what I think.
It’s what | KNOW.
-Me
If that’s all, then the best | can do
is leave the shades open TOMORROW
night so you can watch us.
Sweet Dreams!
| stay downstairs until three-thirty in the morning, hoping that Domonic has gone to sleep. When I finally make it
upstairs, | start the shower and flip the shade switch open. Nothing but darkened windows awaitacross the
yard. With a sigh, | shrug my shoulders and begin to undress. Disappearing inside the bathroom in just my
underwear. Freezing for a moment in front of the mirror, | note my bruises are still visible. Then with a sigh | step
under the scalding water of the shower.
All the lights are out in my bedroom, and | know if Domonic is watching, all he can see at the moment, is the
haloing glow of the bathroom light beneath the door. When | finish, I slip on the negligee which | am happy to
see fits like a damned glove - then | exit the bathroom, flipping the shade switch closed after a long moment
staring out the window. Then, | head straight for my bed.
| decide to save my little show for when my bruises are all gone. What kind of person, hosts a strip show covered
in black and blue? A sicko, that’s who. | hadn't seen any activity across the yard anyway. With any luck, he is
asleep.
Two minutes later my phone chimes again.
-Domonic
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Why did you close the shades?
-Me
Did you getthis phone
just so that could harrass me?
Why aren't you asleep?
-Domonic
I've been watching for you.
| thought you were gonna
givea show.
The thing fits you perfectly btw.
-Me
How did you seewithout my
lights on?
-Domonic
| see better in the dark.
Open the shades.
| want to watch you.
-Me
Watch me?
Watchdo what?
LoL
-Domonic
Whatever | ask you to do.
Starting with you opening the
shades.
-Me
No. Go to sleep.
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Smiling to myself, | close my eyes. It is only my second day here and already | am crushing on someone. If it can
even be called that.
Somehow, | know that it is more.
The draw, the pull, the ache. All of it bangs out a warning that this man could ruin my heart completely.
“What am | going to do with myself?”
Tossing and turning for the next half hour, | picture Domonic in his bed, staring at my windows. My mind strolls
back to the massage he gaveand the sound of his voice when he toldto Get up here. God, | had never
wanted anything so bad in my life. Each the touchedmy body zinged with energy. When he asked me
how my neck was doing, | should have lied. | should have said it was killingso that he would put his hands on
But, of course, I'd been afraid. Scared that, like all the other men in my life, he only wanted one thing. And he
probably does. | am terrified that if | give myself to him, that he will abandonimmediately afterward, or that |
will becless important to him.
And you're important to him now? Ha. That's a laugh.
I've never been into controlling men before, but somehow, he is different. | like his little bouts of jealousy. For
me, they are a serious turn on. The fact that he refuses to admit that he likes me, is only making this whole thing
more fun.
| wonder if he realizes Paul is coming over here for dinner. It'll be fun to see what happens when he finds out.
Playing out a few little scenarios in my head, | finally fall asleep.
DREAM SEQUENCE
*I felt, rather than heard him cinto my room. Remembering that my mom was right next door wasn’t any comfort. Not anymore. She
was sick, and all that meant now, was that if I didn’t do what I was told, she would get a lot sicker.
1 kept my eyes clamped shut, cursing myself for not thinking he might cin here after mom got back from the hospital. I thought for
sure I was safe until her next treatment was set to begin.
1 was wrong.
I felt him peel back the covers ever so slowly and the glide of his hand over my bare legs as he unbuckled his pants. | was trembling
inside, knowing all I really had to do to stop this was reach under my mattress for the knife I had stashed there.
“I know you're awake princess, but maybe it’s better if you keep pretending, you're not.”
I felt his tongue slide over my neck, but I kept my eyes clamped shut, not wanting to see the desire in his disgusting gaze.
His heavy breathing coupled with the sound of his pants dropping is what hadturn around. Until that night, all he ever really did was
touch me. Sure, he had unbuckled his pants before, but he hadn’t ever taken them off!
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
He laughed, his ugly brown eyes following his hand as he forced it up under my shirt.
“Tonight, I’m going to teach you sof what it means to beca woman.”
My eyes fell to his penis, noticing for the first tnot only had he dropped his pants, but his underwear as well.
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“N-no!” | whimpered, scrambling
upward to sit up against the wall.
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“Shut your mouth or your mother will hear you! Do you really want to upset her? After everything she’s been through?
1 didn’t want to be the one who caused her broken heart. Didn’t want to be the reason her ‘perfect’ husband suddenly wasn’t so perfect
anymore. If she knew what was going on, it might break her. So, like any loving daughter would do, I hid it from her instead.
1 shook my head no.
“Well then do as I say and just relax. All 'm asking for is a kiss.**
END OF DREAM
1 wake up sobbing.
Every now and then, not very often, but at least once every couple of weeks - I dream about him. My stepfather.
I should've known this was coming. Should've gone out to buy schamomile tea or lavender or magnolia. Even a jar of melatonin
gummies from the store might have been helpful. But I had hoped that being so far away from his evil for the first tmight be remedy
enough.
Apparently, | was wrong.
Drying my tears, I glance at the clock on the nightstand. Eight forty-five in the morning.
Not bad. More than four hours of sleep is definite progress. Maybe after I've been here a couple of weeks, I might even get six. Nice.
Grabbing the bathrobe I bought yesterday - I shrug my arms into it and head toward the kitchen to make scoffee.
Knock, knock, knock.
As I stumble down the stairs toward the door; I realize, it is practically nine a.m. Great! Domonic probably wants to do breakfast and my
face probably looks like a battered tomato from all the crying I've been doing.
“What?” I snap ripping open the front door and trying to hide my face behind my hair as best I can.
He doesn’t wait forto invite him in, just pushes pastand shuts the door. His eyes scan the living room first, then the kitchen,
them the stairs before settling on me.
“What happened?” He asks, his sultry gray gaze falling over me.
11ift my chin, shaking back the sob he urges forth with just the concern in his eyes. “Nothing happened. Bad dream. I get them
sometimes.” I turn away from him and head toward the pantry to grab scoffee beans for the grinder. “What do you want?”
1 didn’t even hear him cup behind me. One minute | am reaching for the beans and the next minute I am in his arms. They close
aroundfrom behind like a warm blanket, gatheringclose with an unspoken promise of cover.
Burying his face in my hair; his nose tickles my ear. “You were crying,” he whispers. “It felt awful
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