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He tilted his head. Slowly, he placed his thumb underneath my eye, wiping the tears that started to fall. His touch made my skin burn, an unfamiliar feeling spread through my body. My skin was cold from the weather, so were his fingers, yet his touch warmed me.
How was that even possible?
My breath hitched in my throat. I was waiting for his response, but it was almost as if he ignored me purposefully.
His thumb lingered on my skin for a while longer, all whilst looking at me like I was a broken doll.
‘‘You look so pretty when you cry for me, Bambi.’’
‘‘What?’’
That weak, pathetic question was all I could muster. I couldn’t find the words. I couldn’t find the strength to stand up and run. But, this was what I wanted, right? I wanted him to catch me in order to keep Sierra safe.
Yet, a part of me told me to run, run as far as humanly possible.
My feet wouldn’t listen. Instead, I remained in the same spot, unmoving, unable to even breathe properly.
I couldn’t wrap my head around the events that had happened in such a short amount of time. If I hadn’t visited the prison, would he still be locked up? Or would he have escaped, regardless? Would another person be a victim of his twisted desires?
That thought made something snap inside of me, something dark, twisted. Something I would never utter out loud.
‘‘You asked me what I want,’’ he spoke, lowly. ‘‘I want you, Bambi. I want to break you completely. Until you’re left with nothing but the primal desire to be mine.’’
‘‘You’ll never get away with that,’’ I said, my voice cracking. ‘‘Someone will find you.’’
‘‘Perhaps,’’ his answer came quickly. ‘‘But by then, you’ll be ruined. And no one will be able to save you from that mind of yours.’’
Strength filled my veins, and I stood up, running away in the opposite direction. The bag I brought with me fell sometime ago, and I didn’t care. My heart was beating so loudly in my chest, I could feel it in my ears.
I was distraught, mainly because I could feel that he was behind me, but I couldn’t hear his footsteps. He was as quiet as a mouse, and I had no idea where to go.
It was dark, late at night, with no one in sight.
Then, as luck would have it, I ran into a dead-end street. A tall wall was in front of me, and even Spiderman would struggle to jump over it, let alone a twenty-four-year-old girl that hasn’t been to the gym once in her life.
‘‘Dammit,’’ I yelled out and kicked the snow.
I turned around.
He strolled towards me, a cigarette between his thick fingers, my bag in his other hand. This was the first time I had the chance to actually look at him.
Tall, with a dark coat that fell below his knees. His Dr. Martens were just as black as the rest of his outfit. He’d cut his hair since I last saw him in prison, but it still reached his neck. It was tucked behind his ears, revealing piercings.
‘‘Game over, Bambi.’’
You went to the grocery store. I could almost
feel your paranoia. You were glancing around,
like a little deer, trying to see if the predator is near.
I’m near.
I’m always near, Bambi.
VII
STORM
