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Whatever the answer was, I was grateful that I’d at least get the chance to deal with it, and that my family wouldn’t bury me this young.
With one last look, I turned around and ran like my life depended on it, and it did.
So why did I feel an overwhelming sensation run down my spine? It was unsettling, disturbing and twisted. Why did a part of me hope he’d seek me out again? Why did these dark thoughts make an appearance now? I managed to keep them locked away for a long time.
With wind blowing in my face, and tears falling from the coldness I felt, I could barely see what was in front of me.
I ran for what seemed like hours and tripped at least three times. However, the snow didn’t stop falling. If anything, it was getting stronger, turning into a blizzard. That minimized the chances of someone being on the highway.
That sick and twisted part of me saw it as a good thing, because he could find me.
But I ignored that feeling, swallowed harshly and continued running through the woods.
XI
MICAH
Storm smelled like burned roses.
Someone, something, dared to burn my little Bambi, to take the life out of her. A rose was a beautiful flower; it was meant to be cherished, watered and put on display for everyone to see. Whoever dared to fuck with the rose I saw as mine was on my hit list.
I could see on her face just how much she suppressed her desires.
Storm was a walking contradiction.
She was afraid of me, but she yearned for me to set her free. She wanted me to show her how dark and disturbed the world could truly be, but she was too scared to admit it, to ask for it.
Having her around had pros and cons.
I hadn’t seen her smile, not once. That pissed me off.
I strategically brought her to the place where she got a lot of good memories from, yet all she did was hide in her room. She barely ate anything, and I did my best to cook for her. Being in prison for a while did cause my cooking skills to drop, but the food wasn’t terrible.
Storm was always on alert.
She would flinch if a branch of the nearest tree hit her window as the wind blew. The lights flickered a couple of times, and that made her jolt. Before leaving her room, she’d poke her head out of the door, glance around for a while, to make sure I wasn’t there.
Yet, she allowed me to touch her.
She didn’t realize it — but she fucked herself on my finger.
She tasted disturbingly addicting. Now that I’d had the slightest taste of her, I wouldn’t stop until I’d fully made her mine, and until I’d tasted every inch of her soft skin.
Then, the worst happened.
I went to take a shower, and by the time I was back, Storm was gone.
I tried opening the door of her bedroom, but was unable to do so. I saw on camera just how she escaped. She fucking jumped out of the window. If it hadn’t been snowing as heavily, she would’ve ended up in the hospital with broken bones.
She had a head start and I’d never hated winter as much as I did when I noticed that she managed to slip my grasp. Her footsteps were covered quickly, and the cameras only reached so far.
I took the car, spent hours looking for her, before it finally clicked in my brain.
She practically grew up here. She knew all the little roads, all the shortcuts. She definitely ran into the woods and didn’t look back. The worst thing? The fucking forest was gigantic. I couldn’t tell which road she’d taken, and by the time it was one in the morning, I was losing my shit.
‘‘How the fuck did I manage to lose a woman?’’
Dan was laughing on the other side of the call. He did his best to surpass the laughter, but it eventually came. That only managed to piss me off more. He found this situation very amusing.
